Road To El Dorado Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Road To El Dorado Script

          Our glorious city

          Was built by the divinities

           By gods who saw fit

            To bestow

            The gift of a paradise

            Peaceful and harmonious upon

            Us mere mortals below

            And made El Dorado

            The magnificent and golden

            One thousand years ago

            El Dorado El Dorado

            El Dora-a-a-a-do

            -Today, we sail...

            to conquer the New World...

            -for Spain, for glory, for gold!

            - Viva Cortes!

            Altivo, eyes forward.

            -Seven! -All right!

            -Yes! -Partner! Hee-hee!

            -Tons of gold for you -Hey!

            -Tons of gold for me -Hey!

            - Tons of gold for we -Hey!

            -One more roll!

            Uh, guys, you're broke!

            -You got nothin' to bet with! -Oh, yeah? I got this!

            -A map! -A map? -A map!

            A map of the wonders of the New World.

            -Wow! Let's have a look.

            Uh, Tulio!

            -Excuse us, for one moment, please. -Tulio, look!

            -El Dorado, the city of gold.

            This could be our destiny, our fate.

            Miguel, if I believed in fate,

            I wouldn't be playing with loaded dice.

            -Hmmm. -Not with the face. No, no, no, no, no.

            -No! No! No!

            I said one more roll!

            My map against your cash.


            -All right, peewee. You're on! -Not with those!

            This time we use my dice. Ehh, got a problem with that?


            I'm going to kill you.

            Come on, baby. Papa needs that crappy map.

            Stop that!

            Show me seven!

            -Seven! -All right!


            There it is! Well, nice doing business with you.

            - I knew it!

            Your dice are loaded!

            What? You gave me loaded dice?

            -He gave me loaded dice!

            -Guard, arrest him! -You dare to impugn my honor?

            He was the one who was cheating!

            Arrest him! He tricked these sailors and took their money!

            -Oh, now, I'm the thief? -Yes.

            Take a look in the mirror, pal!

            Oh, you better give them that money back, or I'll-

            -En garde! -En garde, yourself.

            I will give you the honor of a quick and painless death.

            But not with that. Ha! I prefer to fight fairly. Aha!

            -Well, any last words?

            I will cut you to ribbons,

            -fool! -Such mediocrity.

            Let your sword do the talking.

            -I will. It will be loquacious to a fault! -Ha! Take that!

            -You... mincing, fencing, twit. -Ah, you fight like my sister.

            I fought your sister. That's a compliment.

            -Braggart! -Heathen!

            - Kill him! -Not the face. Not the face.

            Ladies and gentlemen, we've decided it's a draw.

            Thank you all for coming.

            -You've been great. See you soon. -Adios!

            -Congratulations. You're very good. -No. That was good.


            -We should have kept our swords, I think. -Y-Yeah.

            -Yeah, I've got a plan.

            -What is it? -Uh, well-Uh, you...

            -pet him, and... I'll... -Yeah.


            -Uh, well, thanks a lot!


            -There they are!

            Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey

            -Bye. Thank you!


            -Uhh- -Ohh-

            -I'll bet we can make that.

            - There they are! -Two pesetas says we can't.

            You're on!

            - You lose!

            -Ohhh! - Whoa! What's happening here?

            We're both in barrels. That's the extent of my knowledge.

              Okay, Miguel, we gotta move fast.

              -On three, we jump out and head for the dock. -Good. Good. Excellent.

              One, two, three-

              - Th-Three!

              - Three! Ohh!


              Uh, you ready? Ah, okay. One more. Let's go.

              One, two, three!

              -Excuse us. -Okay. We're outta here.

              -Who ordered the, uh, pickles?


              -My crew was as carefully chosen as the disciples of Christ.

              -And I will not tolerate stowaways.

              You will be flogged. And when we put into Cuba to resupply,

              God willing, you will be flogged some more...

              and then enslaved on the sugar plantations...

              for the rest of your miserable lives.

              To the brig.

              All right! Cuba!

              Hey, Altivo! Ah-ta-ta, not for you!

              You're on half rations. Orders from Cortes.

              So, uh, how's the- How's the escape plan coming?

              All right. All right. Wait!

              -I'm getting something. -Yeah.

              Okay! Here's the plan.

              -In the dead of night, you and I grab some provisions, -Mm-hm.

              hijack one of those long boats,

              and then we row back to Spain like there's no mañana!

              -Back to Spain, yeah? -Yeah.

              -In a rowboat. -You got it!

              Great. Sensational. And that-that's your plan, is it?

              -That's pretty much it. -Well, I like it.

              -So, how do we get on deck? -Umm.

              In the dead of night, you and I grab some provisions,

              -hijack one of those longboats- -Uh, great.

              Okay, what's your idea, smart guy?

              Wh-Wh-What do you mean? Don't ask me that! You're the one with the plans.

              - Wait, I-I have an idea.

              Uh, come on. Give me- Give me a boost.

              Hey, Altivo.


              You want a nice apple? Come and get it.

              -You have to do a trick for me first.


              All you have to do is find a pry bar.

              A long piece of iron with a hooky thing at the end. Yeah?

              -Miguel, you're talking to a horse!

              That's it, Altivo, find the pry bar.

              -Yes, find the prybar.

              -He can't understand "pry bar."

              He's a dumb horse. There's no way-

              Well, it's not a pry bar.

              Oh, Altivo. Oh, thank you, old boy.

              Listen, if we can ever return the favor-

              For Pete's sake, Miguel, he's a ruthless warhorse, not a poodle.

              Come on, before he licks you to death.


              Shh, shh. Shh. Quiet, please.

              -What's the matter with him? -Oh, he wants his apple.

              -Well, give it to him before he wakes the whole ship!

              -Fetch! - Huh?


              -Huh? -Huh?

              -Altivo! -Huh? Miguel!

              -Altivo, I'm coming! -Miguel!

              Just hang on! I'm right here, old boy!

              -Have you lost your mind? -Help is coming!

              Ho-o-ly ship!


              -Loop the rope under the horse! -Yes!

              On the count of three, pull back on the rope.

              -What? -Three!

              - Pull!

              Tulio! Hey, it worked!

              Did any of the supplies make it?

              -Well, uh, yes and no.

              Ohhh, great!

              Look on the positive side. At least things can't get-

              Excuse me. Were you going to say "worse"?

              -No. No. -No? You're sure?

              -Absolutely not. I've revised the whole thing. -Okay, because-

              - Yeah, we're at least in a rowboat. -We're in a rowboat, exactly.

              You miss nothing.


              Tulio, did you ever imagine it would end like this?

              -The horse is a surprise.

              Any... regrets?

              Besides dying? Yeah.

              I never... had enough... gold.

              My regret, besides dying, is...

              our greatest adventure is over before it began,

              and no one will even remember us.

              Well, if it's any consolation, Miguel,

              you... made my life...

              an adventure.

              And if it's any consolation, Tulio, 

              -you made my life... rich.

              - Is it? -Hmm. 

              It is! It's-It's- It's-It's-It's-

              It's land!

              All in favor of getting back in the boat, say "aye."

              -Aye! -Aye! Go!

              Hey, Miguel! I could use a little help!

              Miguel! Hello!

              Tulio! We've done it!

              -What's that? The map? -It's all right here!

              You still have the map?

              The whistling rock! The stream!

              You kept the map, but you couldn't grab a little more food?

              Even those mountains. You said so yourself:

              It could be possible. And it is!

              It really is... the map to El Dorado!

              -You drank seawater, didn't you? -Oh, come on!

              I'm not coming on!

              I wouldn't set foot in that jungle for a million pesetas!

              -How about a hundred million? -What?

              I just thought that, after all, since El Dorado is the city of gold-

              -What's your point? -You know, dust, nuggets, bricks,

              a temple of gold where you can pluck gold from the very walls.

              But you don't want to go, so let's...

              get back into the boat and row back to Spain.

              -After all, it worked so well last time. - Wait!

              Mmm. Wait a minute. New plan.

              We find the city of gold. We take the gold,

              -and then we go back to Spain. -And buy Spain!

              -Yeah! -That's the spirit!

              -Come on, Tulio. We'll follow that trail! -What trail?

              The trail that we blaze!

              That trail that we blaze!

              Oh, no, you don't.

              Yeow! Your horse bit me in the butt!

              Look out new world Here we come

              -Brave, intrepid -Charge!

              And then some

              Pioneers of maximum audacity

              Whose résumés show that we are just the team

              -To live where others merely dream -What are you looking at?

              -Building up our head of steam -Whoa!

              On the trail we blaze

              Changing legend into fact

              We shall ride into history

              Turning myth into truth

              We shall surely gaze

              On the sweet unfolding

              Of an antique mystery

              All will be revealed

              On the trail we blaze

              Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!

              On the trail On the trail we blaze

              -Dinner is served. -Hello.

              Paradise is close at hand


              The promised land

              Seventh heaven on demand

              Quite unusual nowadays

              Virgin vistas undefiled

              Minds and bodies running wild

              In the man behold a child

              On the trail we blaze

              On the trail we blaze

              The trail we blaze

              Is road uncharted

              Through terra incognita to a golden shrine

              No place for the traveler

              To be fainthearted

              We are part of a sumptuous grand design

              Changing legend into fact

              We shall ride into history

              Turning myth into truth

              We shall surely gaze

              On the sweet unfolding

              Of an antique mystery

              All will be revealed

              -On the trail we blaze


              -Miguel. Miguel, wake up.

              -We're there. Oh, yeah. We found it. -We found it? Oh!

              Fantastic! Where is it? How far?

              -Right here! Here. -Where? Behind the rock?

              -No, no. This is it.

              Give me that! This ca-What?

              -Apparently, "El Dorado" is native for...

              "great, big... rock"!

              Hey, but I tell you what, I'm feeling generous, so you can have my share!

              You don't think Cortes could've gotten here before us and-

              And what? Taken all the really big rocks?

              -The scoundrel! -Tulio, you-

              We have to think about this. We've come all this way,

              -and we-we-we should really, you know- -Get... on...

              the horse!

              No, no, no, not with the face. Stop.

              Looks like there's a pass right over there.


              - Hyah!


              Uh, hello. Is this your rock?

              Sorry. We were just looking. We're, uh-

              We're tourists! Tourist.

              -We-We lost our group. May we go now?

              - Spears.

              Hey! Hey!

              Oh, my-


              El Dorado.


              Mmm. Ah!

              Well, it was nice working with you, partner.

              Tulio, I just want you to know...

              I'm sorry about that girl in Barcelona.

              -So-You-You, f- -Behold!

              As the prophesies foretold,

              the time of judgment is now!

              Citizens, did I not predict that the gods would come to us?


              My lords, I am Tzekel-Kan,

              your devoted high priest and speaker for the gods.


              I am Chief Tannabok. What names may we call you?

              -Huh? I am Miguel.

              -And I am Tulio.

              And they call us Miguel and Tulio!

              Your arrival has been greatly anticipated.

              My lords, how long will you be staying in El Dorado?

              -Aha! I see you've captured this temple-robbing thief.

              -How would you have us punish her? -Oh, no, no, no, no, no!

              My lord, I am not a thief.

              See, the gods sent me a vision...

              to bring them tribute from the temple to guide them here.

              My only wish is to serve the gods.

              -Release her, don't ya think?

              -Then you will begin by returning this...

              to its rightful place.

              -My lords, why now do you choose to visit us?

              Enough! You do not question... the gods!

              That's right! Do not question us,

              or we shall have to unleash our awesome and terrible power!

              And you don't want that!

              -Well, yes! We do! -You do?

              Of course we do! Visit your wrath upon this nonbeliever!

              Show us the truth of your divinity!

              -Divinity! One moment.

              Miguel, you know that little voice people have...

              that tells them to quit when they're ahead?

              -You don't have one! -Well, I'm sorry. I got carried away!

              -Way away! -Maybe we should tell the truth and beg for mercy.

              Are you nuts? We'd be butchered alive!

              Yes, but they're getting suspicious.

              -And if we don't come up with so me mega-cosmic event-

              I'm trying! I'm trying! I can't think with all these distractions!

              -You-Horse- -Think horse. Think, think, think.

              I'm on the verge of- Stop! 

              -Don't make me start it up again,

              'cause I will.

              O mighty lords!

              Come. Let me show you to your temple.

              All right! Temple.

              Step aside.

              To commemorate your arrival, I propose a reverent ceremony at dawn.

              Ah, then perhaps I could prepare a glorious feast for you tonight.

              Which would you prefer?

              -Both. -Both. - Both.

              Both is good.

              -My lords. -My lords.

              And so dawns the Age of the Jaguar.

              Happy New Year.

              -Hey! -Hey. Hey.

              Tulio. Tulio. They actually think we're gods.

              -It's an entire city of suckers.

              We just have to keep this up long enough...

              to load up on the gold and then get the hell out of here!

              Tulio, we'll be living like kings!

              -Miguel and Tulio! -Tulio and Miguel!

              -Mighty and powerful gods. -Gods.


              -Depart, mortal,

              -before we strike you with a lightning bolt. -Mmm. Mmmm!

              Beware the wrath of the gods! Begone!

              Save it for the high priest, honey. You're gonna need it.

              -Miguel, it's not working.

              -Miguel! We've been caught.

              Oh, no. Don't worry about me, boys.

              "My only wish is to serve the gods." Remember?

              -How? -Well, if you guys want the gold,

              then you don't want to get caught, right?

              -You're going to need my help. - What makes you think we need your help?

              -"Ck-ck." Are you serious?


              Okay. So, uh, who are you?

              -Yeah, uh, what's your angle? - No angle.

              -I want in. -In?

              -On the scam.

              There's no scam! Why would you think there's a-

              -Why? -So I can get out.

              I thought she just said she wanted in?

              She wants in so she can get out.

              Aha! Got it.

              -W-Why? -Think you're the only ones who dream of better things?

              Of adventure? You've got your reasons,

              and I've got mine.

              Let's not make it personal, okay?

              -It's just business. - Oh.

              So when you guys are ready to go back to...

              wherever you came from,

              -I'm going with you.

              No! Don't think so.

              -All right. Fine.

              After all, I'm sure you know...

              the proper rituals for blessing a tribute, the holiest days on the calendar-

              Oh, and of course you know all about Xibalba.

              Okay? Good luck.

              -See you at the execution.

              Wait! Ho- Would you-Hold it.

              - Deal? -Hmm.

              -Deal. -Not yet. Let's just see how this works out.

              Uh-huh. Well, then I suppose that means you'll want these back?

              -How'd you get those? -Where was she keeping them?

              -Call me, Chel, your new partner. -Uh,

              -that's partner-in-training.

              Now, put these on.

              Your public's waiting.

              -Do you mind?


              Oh! Oh! Oh!

              Right. Uh, excuse me.


              Mm-mm-mmm! Maybe they should call this place "Chel Dorado."

              She's whoo-

              -Whoa, she's trouble! Wait a minute! -What?

              The little voice- Remember the little voice?

              Ju-Ju-Just for a second imagine that you have one.

              What would it be saying about Chel?

              -No. No. Listen.

              -We are partners. -We are partners.

              -We have a plan, remember? -Get the gold. Go back to Spain.

              Yes! And we are pretending to be gods.

              Now, put Chel in the mix. What is the voice saying?

              -Listen carefully.

              -Chel is off-limits, hmm? -Bravo! Chel is off-limits!

              Shake on it.

              -Off-limits. Mm. Mm. - Mmmm.

              Besides, we're supposed to be gods.

              We must avoid giving in to temptation.

              -Gods. Oh. This is gonna be tougher than I thought. -Tulio, relax!

              All you have to do is smile, act godly and follow my lead.

              Big smile. Like you mean it.

              A-one, two, three.

              I hardly think I'm qualified

              To come across all sanctified

              I just don't cut it with the cherubim

              -Tulio, what are you talking about?

              There again they're on their knees

              Being worshipped is a breeze

              Which rather suits us in

              -The interim -Interim, interim It's me and him

              Oh, my God! It's tough to be a god

              Tread where mortals have not trod

              Be deified when really you're a sham

              Be an object of devotion

              Be the subject of psalms

              It's a rather touching notion

              All those prayers and those salaams

              And who am I to bridle

              If I'm forced to be an idol

              If they say that I'm a god

              That's what I am

              What's more if we don't comply

              With the locals' wishes

              I can see us being sacrificed

              -Or stuffed -You have a point there. Very good thinking.

              -So let's be gods The perks are great -Yeah!

              -El Dorado on our plates -Thank you.

              Local feelings should not

              -Be rebuffed -Never rebuffed

              I never rebuff a local feeling No, my friend

              It's tough to be a god

              But if you get the people's nod

              Count your blessings Yeah, keep 'em sweet

              -That's our advice -It's great advice!

              Be a symbol of perfection

              Be a legend Be a cult

              Take their praise Take a collection

              As the multitudes exalt

              Don a supernatural habit

              -We'd be crazy not to grab it -You got it!

              So sign on two new gods

              For paradise


              Good morning, my lords!

              -He's back! -Oh, no.

              And now it's my turn!

              -The gods have awakened!



              -Hey, Chel, what's going on? -It's not gonna be good.

              Thank you.

              This city has been granted a great blessing.

              And what have we done to show our gratitude?

              A meager celebration.

              -The gods deserve a proper tribute!

              -Hmm. -Hmm.

              The beginning of a new era, the dawning of a new age...



              -I don't like this. -Tulio, we've got to do something.



              -This is not a proper tribute!

              -You do not want the tribute?

              No. No, no. W-We want tribute.

              Uh, it's just that, uh- Tulio, tell him.

              The stars are not in position for this tribute!

              Like he says, the stars-

              Can't do it.

              Not today.


              Perhaps it is possible I misread... the heavens.

              -Don't worry about it. To err is human, to forgive- -Hmm.

              My lords, may the people of El Dorado offer you our tribute.

              My lords, does this please you?

              -Yes, very nice.

              -Certainly acceptable. -Yes, lovely. It'll do.

              The gods have chosen!

              To Xibalba?

              -No. No.

              To Xibalba!

              -Oh, great.

              Hey, Chel, um, what are they doing?

              They're sending it to Xibalba, the spirit world.

              -The spirit world. -I'll take care of it.

              Um, excuse me, Chief.

              The gods have changed their minds about Xibalba.

              They wish to bask in the reverence that has been shown them.


              -They wish to bask!

              Take the tribute to the gods' temple!

              Nice going.

              Smile while you can.

              Well, well, well,

              what have we here?

              -Ai-ai-ai. -Tons of gold for you, hah

              -And tons of gold for me, hoo -Tons of gold for we, ah

              -Not bad for a day's work, eh? -Not bad at all.

              We just became richer than the king of Spain. 

              You know, speaking of kings, the chief and high priest seem a bit, uh, tense.

              Buenos días!

              Listen, all we have to do...

              is keep playing the one against the other.

              You know, do a little god dance, chant some mystic mumbo jumbo,

              dazzle 'em with some smoke and mirrors and then get the hell back to Spain.

              Um, Tulio, how are we gonna get all this back to Spain?


              -A boat? - Yeah.

              Um, we really hate to be ascending so soon,

              but, uh, some urgent business has come up-

              -family matters-and it's just a bit- -Yeah, family.

              Badda-bing, budda-boom, you know what I mean.

              Oh, we expected you to be staying with us...

              for the next... thousand years.

              Well, as we say in the spirit world,

              -there's your plan and then... there's the gods' plan. -Mm-hmm.

              And our plan, uh, calls for a boat, 'cause we're gonna ascend...

              -kind of in a horizontal pattern at first.

              And then we're gonna go vertical, uh, as we get further out to sea.

              Hmm. To build a boat large and glorious enough...

              would take... about a week.

              -A week? Hmm. -Um-

              I wonder how long it would take Tzekel-Kan to do it.

              But-But for the gods, uh, three days.


              Well, if that's the best you can do.

              Oh, perhaps if you were not burdened with so much tribute,

              you could leave sooner.

              -Hmm? -Hmm? I like it here. Miguel?

              Yep, yep. Three days is just fine.

              -No, three days is not fine.

              -This is a real- -Mmm.

              -these-these are the ones-problem. -Oh. Thank you.

              -Miguel, how are we gonna keep this up for three days?

              You worry too much.

              No, I worry exactly the right amount.

              You can never worry too much.

              We just have to lie low.

              But, Tulio, this place is amazing! I mean, I wonder what's-

              No! Don't even move!

              -Tulio- -You're moving!

              -A little, but-Come on. -Hey! Hey! Hey!

              - Stay! -I gotta-I-

              -Just... stand there! -I just-

              For three days?

              -Yes! Exactly.

              For three days. Don't even breathe. All right?

              All right. We lie low.

              No, ah, ah, ah, ah. Promise?

              Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. All right, all right.

              Great! Good. Okay.

              -Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to gloat over my gold.

              Oh, yum, yum, yum.

              -It's beautiful, isn't it? -Yeah!

              -You know, you really shouldn't miss it. -I know.

              But I-I couldn't.

              Go ahead. I'll cover for you.

              -Oh, good. Thanks.

              -So, what happened to Altivo? -I don't know.

              Tulio goes for paradise

              -Hey, what happened to Miguel? -I don't know.

              Oh, my God! He's gone! Miguel's gone!

              He's loose! What am I gonna do?

              Oh, no, no!

              Oh, Miguel is right. You worry too much.

              Oh. Ooh.

              -Oh, yeah. Oh, oh, down, down, down.

              -No! No! Big trouble.


              Look, sweetheart, we're in the middle of a con here,

              walking the razor's edge.

              On the one hand, gold!

              On the other hand, painful, agonizing failure!

              I can't afford any tempta-uh, distractions.

              So, I'm sorry. So sorry.

              But perhaps another time? Another place, hmm?

              Too bad. I'm free now.

              I'm... not really sure I trust you.

              Mmm, I'm not really asking you to trust me.

              -Am I? -Whoo.


              Ooh, yeah.

              Excuse me. Excuse me?

              Hey, where is everybody?

              They've been cleared from the streets, my lord,

              so the city can be cleansed, as you ordered.

              -Cleansed? -Yes.

              So the Age of the Jaguar can begin,

              -as you ordered, my lord. -Get back in!

              -Where are you going? -Hey, stop that!

              -Move! -Hey, stop that!

              What are you doing? Stop that!

              But, my lord, anyone who disobeys your orders...

              must be punished, as you ordered.

              It seems I've been giving a lot of orders, haven't I?

              Tzekel-Kan has made your commands clear, my lord.


              -Here's an order: Take the day off. -Huh?

              -Are you all right?


              Oh, no! It's all right. Please.

              -Hey, Altivo. There you are.

              -Oh. -Oh.

              The more I learn

              The more I see

              The less the world impassions me

              The hungry heart

              The roving eye

              Have come to rest

              Do not apply

              The frantic chase

              The crazy ride

              The thrill has gone

              I step aside

              I'd believe

              In anything

              Were it not for you

              Showing me by just existing

              Only this is true

              I love you

              I love you

              Without question

              I love you

              I'd believe in anything

              Were it not for you

              Showing me by just existing Only this is true

              Oh, I love you

              Hmm. This is not what I expected.

              Perhaps Lord Tulio will enlighten me.

              How do I look?

              Oh, uh-Well, you-

              Oh, shut up.

              -Oh! Whoa!

              -My lord?

              -Hello? -The high priest. -Ow!

              What's he gonna think if he finds one of the gods like this with me?

              Uh, lucky god?


              -Hello? -Whoa!

              Oh, Tzekel-Kan!

              -What brings you here? -I-I-I-I-I humbly request an audience with you, my lord.

              -Yes, what can I do for you? -My lord, I have just seen Lord Miguel out among the people.

              -Really? -If I may be so bold as to offer some advice.

              -All right. Shoot.

              My lord, you are perfect.

              Oh, well. Go on.

              But in your perfection, you cannot know how imperfect humans are.

              -Like snakes they are. Spineless and slippery.

              They are as untrustworthy as rats, stealing and cheating with no remorse.

              Spinning webs of lies, like spiders!

              Stop it! That's disgusting.

              They're beyond disgusting!

              -Yeah, yeah, way beyond. -Then we're in agreement.

              I'll begin the necessary preparations immediately.

              Do you wish to have your victims bound to an altar, or would you prefer them free-range?

              -And will you be devouring their essence whole...

              or piece by piece?

              Tzekel, you've lost me.

              My lord, these people will not respect you if they do not fear you.

              And, of course, we'll make them fear us by-

              A sacrifice, as it is prophesied

              -The history of the Age of the Jaguar will be written in- -Ink?

              -Blood! -Blood! Oh, right.

              Of course. I should probably consult with Lord Miguel.

              This is fairly important stuff. I, um, should discuss the entire, uh,

              blood issue right away.

              Excuse us, won't you? Let's go.

              Finally... we're connecting.

              This way.

              -What do you think you're doing? - Lying low.

              Look, change of plans.

              -We have to grab what we can carry and get out of here now! -What? Why?

              Because the high priest is nuts! He wants-

              -This is unacceptable! -Yeah. Yeah. Like he said.

              The gods should not be playing ball like this!

              -Well, exactly! -This is how the gods should play ball!

              -Well, don't blame me. -I blame you.

              What is the object of this game, pray tell?

              You've gotta knock the ball through the hoop.

              -What hoop? -That hoop.

              -That's impossible.

              -We're gonna lose. -Gods don't lose.


              My lords, Chief Tannabok's warriors are the finest ballplayers in the city.

              -Fifteen mere mortals against two gods.

              -I realize it's a bit uneven, - Heep-ha!

              but I do hope they'll challenge you enough to make the game... interesting.

              -Play ball!

              Crush them into the dust.

              -Enjoy. -Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!

              -D'oh. D'oh.

              My lords,

              were you not supposed to put the ball into play?


              Well, no, no, no, no, no-

              We were merely demonstrating the, um, traditional, uh, first avoidance maneuver.


              I've never heard of such a thing.

              Excuse me.

              Who invented this game?

              -Why, the gods, of course.

              I'm warning you, don't push your luck with this guy.

              But, Tulio, we're the gods.

              Tulio! The hip! The hip!

              - This is impossible.

              -Excuse me?

              -Heep- -Haaa!

              Heep-ha! Heep-ha! Heep-ha! Heep-ha!

              Foul! That was a foul!

              New ball!

              How long does this go on anyway?

              The game is over when the shadow touches this line.

              -We need a miracle. -No, we need to cheat.

              - Yes!

              - Huh?



              - Olé!

              - Huh?



              -Who's the god? -You de god.

              -No, you the god. Fine. -No, you de god.

              Y-Yeah! Yeah!

              Guys, it's here! It's right here with me!


              -I love this game! 

              - Yes!

              -Well done, partner.

              -Yes! Yes! -My lords, congratulations on your victory.

              And now, you will, of course, wish to have the losing team...

              -sacrificed to your glory.

              Not again.

              -Look, Tzekel-Kan, -Uh, Miguel?

              -forget the sacrifices. -Miguel.

              We don't want any sacrifices.

              But all of the sacred writings say that you will devour the wicked and the unrighteous.

              Well, I don't see anyone here who fits that description.

              Well, as speaker for the gods,

              it would be my privilege to point them out.

              The gods are speaking for themselves now!

              This city and these people...

              have no need for you anymore!

              There will be no sacrifices!

              -Not now, not ever!

              -Get out!

              Mmm. As the...

              gods... command.

              Whoa! Who-o-oa!

              Hey, not bad for my first commandment, huh? 

              Miguel, the little voice-

              Yeah, fine.

              Do you know why the gods demand blood?

              -I don't know.

              Because gods don't bleed.

              It's time to take the future into my own hands,

              and this city will be cleansed.

              Even if I have to do it myself.

              -Uh, how?

              There are dark magics here...

              and power... and-

              Ooh. My, my, my, my, my.

              It's not called the Age of the Jaguar for nothing.

              This'll be a delightful way to bid the false gods... good-bye.


              -Adios, muchacho!

              -Well, it's, um, uh, nice. -Nice?

              -Yes, nice. -But?

              Um, but, uh, is it really fit for the gods?

              -My lord.

              I have been around boats, believe me,

              and that, um- the pointy, tall, um-

              the-the-the-the long up and down thing-

              -The mast? -The mast, yes, yes. The mast is good.

              Well, look at it. There's not nearly enough, uh,

              um, rope.

              -Rope? -Yes, rope. Exactly my point.

              Vertical ascension requires a lot more, uh, rope.

              -My lord. -And look at this. 

              This doesn't look at all secure.

              Chief, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, but all in all, it is a complete do-over.


              You know, Lord Miguel,

              if you wish to stay,

              you only need to say so.

              -You mean... forever? -Of course.

              Oh, no, I can't. I have to go back with Tulio.

              We're-We're partners.

              Big plans in the other world, huh?

              Yep. Big plans.

              Well, then, I better go get some more rope, huh?

              Oh, Chief, um, forget about the rope.

              Um, my mistake.

              Hey, to err is human.

              -Half?. -Mm-hmm.

              I don't think so.

              I-I'll tell you what. Uh, I'll let you come back to Spain with us,

              like you wanted, and, um, yeah, I can see my way clear to throwing you,

              mmm, ten percent?

              You know, maybe I won't go to Spain with you and take a third.


              Like you don't wanna go to Spain.

              Oh, like you don't want me to want to go to Spain.

              -I want you to want... what you want. -Mm-hmm?

              Mm-hmm. Go on.

              All right. Cards on the table.

              Uh, I want you to come to Spain with me and Miguel.

              Mostly me. Especially me.

              Only me. Forget Miguel.

              Well, as long as that's what you want.

              -Me too. -Okay.


              -Deal. Mmm.

              "Forget Miguel"?

              Well, forget Tulio.

              Well, is it ready yet?



              Ahh! Hmm.

              -It seems to be missing something.

              Ah, that's it.

              -It needs more... body.

              -Do... as I command!

              -The gods deserve a proper tribute.

              -Stop! There will be no sacrifices!

              That kid does you better than you do.

              Some send-off, huh?

              We're finally at the "go back to Spain and live like kings" part.


              Well, isn't king kind of a step down from god?

              What? Wh-Whoa, whoa, whoa.

              Miguel, we can't stay here.

              We have a plan, remember?

              How about... we forget the plan? Hmm?


              Now everyone will know the truth of your divinity.

              I'm okay!

              I'm still okay!

              Come on! Get on!

              Altivo, hyah!



              Hey, over here, you big Tzekel-Kan cat creep!

              -Altivo, get Chel out of here.



              Move! Move!



              I know what you are,

              and I know what you are not!

              And you are not gods!

              Y-You're not a god?

              You lied to me?

              -How dare you! -Hey, it was his stupid plan!

              -What? -Oh, oh, oh. My plan was that we should lie low!

              But your plan was to run off and be all "Oh, look at me. Look at me. I'm a god."

              -That's not true! -No? Who are you kidding?

              You're buying your own con!

              At least I'm not dating mine.

              I-Ooh, low blow.

              Listen, Mr. High and Mighty, we'd both be sailing out of here with a mountain of gold...

              -if you had just listened to me!

              Well, now you've got all the precious gold and Chel. So what do you need me for?

              Well, maybe I don't need you anymore.

              Well, then, why don't you just go back to Spain, and I'll stay here,

              and we'll both get what we want!

              -That's... fine with me, pal! -Fine with me too! -Ooh.

              -Fine! -Ouch. -Okay!

              - All right!

              Tie him up!






                My lord.

                Where did you get this?

                That was good, huh?

                -Hey, a little help, please?

                Chief Tanni! Chief Tanni!

                -I've decided to stay. -Oh, this is wonderful news.

                What a glorious day for El Dorado.

                Lord Miguel has decided to live among us!


                -Is everything okay?

                Everything is... fine.

                There isn't much

                I haven't shared

                With you along the road

                And through it all there'll always be

                Tomorrow's episode

                Suddenly that isn't true

                There's another avenue

                -Beckoning the great divide

                Ask no questions

                Take no side

                Who's to say who's right or wrong

                Whose course is braver run

                All I know is all we had

                Is over

                Said and done

                Friends never say good-bye


                Never say good-bye


                Ahhh! Whew!

                -Mmm. -Friends never say good-bye

                - Take care.

                - We'll miss you! -Thank you.

                -Never say good-bye

                -Friends never say



                Never say good-bye

                Well, good luck.

                Yeah. You too.


                Say good-bye


                -Whoa, boy, what is it?

                -Cortes. -My lord, what is it?

                Chief Tanni! Chief Tanni!

                -Approaching the city... is an army of strangers.

                We are safe here. They'll never find the gate to the city.

                But, sire, they are being led by Tzekel-Kan.

                He survived! Warriors, prepare yourselves for battle!

                Chief, you cannot fight them!

                Then how can we stop them?

                We can't.


                Uh, one moment, please.

                -Okay, here's the gate. Here's the boat. -Uh-huh. And?

                -Here's the gate. Here's the boat. -Okay.

                -Got that. And? Tulio! -Well, here's the "goat," and here's the "bate."

                - That's it.

                We'll crash the boat into the pillars.

                That's it? I mean- But-

                -What about the gold? -Well-



                I've got a plan.

                Hold the line steady! They're almost in place!

                It better be there, for your sake.

                Okay, Chief, on my signal!

                Ready! Hit the pillars!


                -They're breaking too fast! -Tulio, the sail!

                It's stuck!

                They're not gonna make it. Altivo!

                -Are you crazy?

                Get off the boat, Miguel, or you'll never see the city again.

                I know. You don't think I'm gonna let you have all the fun, do you?

                Come on. We've got a wave to catch.

                -Get out of the way! -Huh?

                Hold on!


                We're gonna have to hit it broadside!

                That's your plan? But the gold!

                -I know!

                Just turn the boat!

                On impact, everybody jump!

                We made it.

                It worked. It worked.

                -Wait. Get down! -Ouch. Ow.

                -There they are.


                You lying heathen.

                There's nothing here at all.

                No. Wait. Wait.

                -Men, seize him! -What?

                There is no El Dorado here. Onward, men.

                Wait! No, wait!


                -Yes! -Now, that was an adventure.

                Yes. Yes, it was. And, um,

                - it was so much gold!

                -I'm fine. -Good.

                -Let's go.



                Hey, guys, come on!

                You don't wanna stay here forever, do you?

                -But... we don't have a map. -We don't have a plan.

                Well, that's what makes it interesting.

                You're right! What are we waiting for?

                Let's follow that trail!

                - Hyah!

                -Oh, the sweet unfolding -Come on, boys!

                -Of an antique mystery -Hey, Altivo!

                -All will be revealed -Sit, boy! Sit!

                -Chel, we're not on the horse!

                On the trail we blaze



                Here comes the night

                Here come the memories

                Lost in your arms

                Down in the foreign fields

                Not so long ago

                Seems like eternity

                Those sweet afternoons

                Still capture me-e-e

                Some day out of the blue

                In a crowded street

                Or a deserted square

                I'll turn and I'll see you

                As if our love were new

                Someday we can start again

                Someday soon

                I still believe

                I still put faith in us

                We had it all

                And watched it slip away

                Where are we now

                Not where we want to be

                Those hot afternoons

                Still follow me-e-e

                Some day out of the blue

                Maybe years from now

                Or tomorrow night

                I'll turn and I'll see you

                As if we always knew

                Someday we would live again

                Some day soon

                -I still believe I still put faith in us -Believe

                -I still believe I still put faith in us

                -I still believe I still put faith in us -Believe

                Here comes the night

                Here come the memories

                Lost in your arms

                Down in the foreign fields

                Not so long ago

                Seems like eternity

                Those sweet afternoons

                Still capture me-e-e

                Someday out of the blue

                Maybe years from now

                Or tomorrow night

                I'll turn and I'll see you

                As if we always knew

                Someday we would live again

                Someday soon

                The more I learn

                The more I see

                The less the world impassions me

                The hungry heart

                The roving eye

                Have come to rest

                Do not apply

                The frantic chase

                The crazy ride

                The thrill has gone

                I step aside

                And I'd believe

                In anything

                Were it not for you

                Showing me

                By just existing

                Only this is true

                -I love you

                -I love you

                Without question

                I love you

                -The more I want - The more I steal

                -The more I steal -The more I hold

                The more I hold

                The less is real

                -All worldly things -I follow blind

                -I follow blind -In hope, not faith

                In hope, not faith

                Was paid in kind

                The line is drawn

                The change is made

                I come to you

                I'm not afraid

                And I'd believe

                In anything

                Were it not for you

                Showing me

                By just existing

                Only this is true

                I love you




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