Burn!

In Which Marlon Brando portrays 
The Devil.

The Blue-Eyed Devil.

The Magnificent Blonde Beast.

What is needed here is someone with courage.
Someone who knows he has nothing to lose, and yet is not afraid.

Observe.

You, there! Who gave you that money?
Give it back to me!
Immediately!

You see?

Ingls!
Ingls, when did you get back?
 

The Devil :

Me? I never left.
I've been here all the time.
 

Here? And The Boat?

The Devil :

 Never existed.
 

And The Gold?

The Devil :

 Back in The Bank.

Sure, and I'm still a porter.
It's all the same as before, eh?
 

The Devil :

If I had told you, Jos, to Start a Revolution...
You wouldn't have understood me.
 

To rob a bank, yes, that was possible.
First, you learned to kill in order to defend yourself.

And later you had to kill to defend others.
 

And the rest came by itself.
And you?
What do you get?
 

The Devil :

Nothing.
Salary from the British Admiralty.
A rather modest one.

And England, what is her part in this?
 

The Devil :

Portugal is England's enemy...
and if the English ships were not in the port of Queimada...

The Portuguese would already have returned.
 

And how many English ships are there?

The Devil :

 Don't be too ambitious, Jos.

No, I just asked.

Ramn, Pedro, Andrs, that's enough now.

 You dance in town.

The Devil :

 It might be better if you camped here, Jos.
It would be better.

But they have fought and suffered, and they have won, Ingls.

They have a right to go to The City.

The Devil :

 Well, they'll have plenty of time for that,
All The Time in The World.

Sir William Walker: 

Gentlemen, let me ask you a question. 

Now, my metaphor may 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 am talking strictly in terms of Economics. 

What is the cost of the product? 

What does the product yield? 

The product, in this case, being love - 

uh, purely physical love, since sentiments obviously play no part in Economics. 

[general laughter] 

Quite. 

Now, a wife must be provided with a home, with food, with dresses, with medical attention, etc, etc. 

You're obliged to keep her a whole lifetime even when she's grown old and perhaps a trifle unproductive. 

And then, of course, if you have the bad luck to survive her, you have to pay for the funeral! 

[general laughter] 

It's True, isn't it? 

Gentlemen, I know it's amusing, but 

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 feed her, certainly no need 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?

JUDAS WAS PAID

Stinking, lying, black ape!
You filthy thief, you did steal my bags, didn't you?

Jos Dolores :

Sim.

The Devil :

Well, where are they now?

Jos Dolores :

 I don't know. 

I don't know anymore.
 

 The Devil :

But you did steal them, didn't you?
 

 
Jos Dolores :

Sim.

 The Devil :

It is True, isn't it? 

Jos Dolores :

Yes.

The Devil :
No, it's not True.
You did not steal them.
You gave them to my friend, that's all.
Nobody stole them. 

Do you understand?
 

Jos Dolores :

Sim.

The Devil :
So, you did not steal them?
Then why did you say you did?
Because I said you did?
Jos Dolores :

Yes, senhor.

The Devil :
Because anything a white man says is right, isn't it?

Jos Dolores :

Yes, senhor.

The Devil :
If I were to say - 

That your mother was a whore...
Would that be True?
 

Is it True?
 

Jos Dolores :

My mother is dead.

The Devil :
But you knew her, didn't you?
 

Jos Dolores :

Sim.

The Devil :
What was she?
Say what she was!
Go on! What was she?
Go on, say what she was!
Say it!

Jos Dolores :

 ...a whore, senhor.

The Devil :
Well, I was mistaken.
I thought you were someone else.
What's your name?

Jos Dolores :

 Jos Dolores.

The Devil :
Here you are, Jos. Forget about it.
It was just a bad joke.
 

The Devil :

Come on. Let's go then!
Well, now I believe we have something
to talk about.