"Leetle beet," the soldier replied. He smiled cordially. "What you weesh, señores?"
"Can we get to the hotel?" Scotty asked.
"No can, señor."
"Why not?" Rick asked.
"Ees ... how you say? ... big talk at hotel. Ees el gobernador y ... and ... el comandante Guevara. Also more mens. No one goes to hotel long time. Maybe when talk feenish."
"The governor and lieutenant governor are having a big conference at the hotel?" Rick asked incredulously.
"Ees so, señor."
"How long will this conference last?" Scotty asked.
The sergeant shrugged. "Quién sabe? Maybe two day, maybe two semana ... how you say?..."
"Weeks," Rick supplied. "What are they talking about?"