Two swindlers who get their hands on a map to the fabled city of gold, El Dorado, while pulling off some sort of scam. Their plan
goes bad and the rogues end up lost at sea after several misfortunes. Oddly enough, they end up on the shores of El Dorado,
and are worshipped by the natives for their foreign appearances.
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[first lines, as the theme song begins by Elton John, then cut to Spain, saying, "Spain 1519"]
Cortes: [putting the cup in water, scooping it up] Today, we sail to conquer the new world, for Spain, for glory, for gold!
[the crowd cheer]
Man: Viva Cortes!
[the guns fire at the sky scares Altivo and accidentally spilled water on Cortes' armor]
Cortes: Altivo, eyes forward. [throws a cup at the poster with Miguel and Tulio, saying, "Wanted: Reward 100 Doubloons"]
Tulio: Seven!
Miguel: All right!
Tulio: Yes!
Miguel: [gives a high five] Partner! Hee-hee! [singing] Tons of gold for you!
Tulio: Hey! [singing] Tons of gold for me!
Zaragoza: Hey!
Both: [singing] Tons of gold for we!
Zaragoza: Hey! One more roll!
[Miguel stops playing his guitar]
Tulio: Uh, guys, you're broke! You got nothin' to bet with!
Zaragoza: Oh, yeah? I got this!
Man: A map!
Tulio: A map?
Miguel: A map!
Zaragoza: A map of the wonders of the new world.
Miguel: Wow! Let's have a look. [puts a finger on the map, then grabs the map] Uh, Tulio!
Tulio: Excuse us, for one moment, plase.
Miguel: Tulio, look! El Dorado, the city of gold. This could be our destiny, our fate.
Tulio: Miguel, if a believed in fate, I wouldn't be playing with loaded dice. [shows his dice at Miguel, chuckling] Not with the face.
No, no, no, no, no. No! No! No!
Zaragoza: [grabs a map] I said one more roll! My map against your cash.
Tulio: All right, peewee. You're on!
Zaragoza: [puts his hand out] Not with those! This time we use my dice. [shows his pair of dice] Ehh, got a problem with that?
Tulio: No. [grabs the dice to Miguel, whispering] I'm going to kill you.
[the map lands on the gold coins, then Miguel starts playing the guitar]
Tulio: Come on, baby. Papa needs that crappy map.
[Miguel continues playing the guitar, then showind the dice, with the woman walking away, blowing]
Tulio: [to Miguel] Stop that!
[Miguel stops playing the guitar]
Tulio: Show me seven!
[the dice roll on the ground, one stops with the three on top, the other keeps spinning around, then gasping, then landing on the
ground, with the four on top, making it seven, then they all exclaim and cheer]
Tulio: Seven!
Miguel: All right!
Tulio: Seven!
[he grabs a map]
Tulio: [laughing, grabbing the peseta coins] There it is! Well, nice doing business with you.
[his loaded dice roll on the ground]
Zaragoza: [pounding on the ground three times] I knew it!
[he grabs the dice to Miguel, then playing a dramatic tone in the guitar]