[Dixie Chicken by Little Feat
playing on radio]
[Radio crackling]
MAN: l just love mushrooms.
One of my favorites...
or as l call it,
"the king of mushrooms,"
is the porcini.
Now, stop right there.
Don't be alarmed.
There's a lot of confusion
in this country...
between porcini,
the ltalian name...
and cpes,
which is the French name.
They're fat
and they're earthy.
Now, the porcini is
most often seen dried,
here in this country.
And they would always
be labeled "dried porcinis"...
not "dried cpes."
Beck!
Okay?
Come on.
They are very, very,
very flavorful--
lt's about time.
Hour and a half
l've been waiting.
TRAVIS: Man, you're lucky
to be getting in.
lt's an extremely
private party tonight.
Let's go.
What's he drinking?
J4germeister and Cristal.
Great.
[Hip-hop music playing]
Security?
No, but we do have
a slight problem.
Have fun.
What's the problem?
TRAVIS: That's your problem.
Okay, the guy on the left
is Jaleel Johnson.
l think he's like
a left tackle or something.
Jamal Johnson.
Defensive end.
BECK: He's the best defensive
lineman Notre Dame's produced
in the last 2 years...
maybe ever.
The guy on his left
is Kambui Jackson.
Ran for 2, yards last year.
All pro, five years in a row.
The guy in the headband,
that's Fernando Lewis.
Middle linebacker.
Plays a lot like Ray Lewis.
He just hits harder.
Whatever, Beck.
l'm not into football.
The other two guys
are Jimmy Coggeshell
and David Mulaire.
[Whooping]
One's from USC,
the other one's
from Ohio State.
MAN: Stay down, bitch!
Yeah, well, anyway,
the guy you're looking for
is right there.
That's Brian Knappmiller.
TRAVIS:
Throws like Brett Favre,
bets like Pete Rose.
So l'm telling this cat,
l'm like, "Yo, l know
it's you that jumped.
"l know it's you.
l saw you jump.
Don't tell me it's not you."
He's like, "l don't know,
it must have been...."
l'm like, "Dog, trust me,
it's you, l know."
Excuse me.
[Clearing throat]
Fifteen yards down the field--
Excuse me.
l'm sorry to bother
you guys, l apologize.
Hold up, my man. My man.
l ain't got no hookups
to tryout camps.
You just got to show up
like everybody else.
You're a big boy, though.
l think you'll be all right.
So l'm telling the cat,
"lf l'm gonna have
to sit through--"
Excuse me, Brian, l'm sorry.
l'm not here to talk to you
about tryouts.
lf l could have
one minute of your time--
l got it, pass me that.
Who do l make this out to,
man? Who do l make it out to?
Yeah, what's your name?
Beck.
Beck?
Beck.
B-E-C-K.
What's up, man?
What's happening?
Here you go, man.
Knock yourself out, all right?
Thank you.
You got it.
Now, what you gonna do?
You gonna come back or what?
Excuse me.
l'm really sorry.
Yo, man,
what are you doing, man?
Couple of months ago,
you made some wagers
with an associate of mine.
Two, three months ago?
What's up, Knappy?
Nothing, nothing. lt's good.
Enjoy your drink.
What's up, Jimmy?
So, bets?
You come embarrass me
in front of my friends
about some bets?
l don't mean to embarrass you.
This is embarrassing to me.
l'm a big fan.
But $50,000
you might have remembered.
Yeah, l know what it is, man.
Listen, there's $1 ,000
to get me started.
Now you do me a favor.
You tell your man
l'm gonna see him...
on Monday with the rest.
And not to send anybody else
to see me. All right?
Brian. l'm gonna need
some collateral from you.
What?
l'm gonna need the ring.
l'm sorry.
Are you....
Slip it to me under the table,
on the low-low. l'll make sure
you get it back.
On the low-low?
You want the ring, l'll give.
You want a drink too?
Thank you.
Take the ring, buddy.
That's what l think
about that. Get the hell on,
man. Go, man, go! Go!
Hey, do something with this.
You heard the man.
Let's go, man. Get up.
Okay.
BRIAN: Yeah, that's right,
playboy, walk. Go on, man.
MAN: Jump.
Get your ass out of here.
You all right?
This shit burns.
[Line ringing]
Hey, it's me.
Oh, yeah, he's here.
We got a problem, though.
He's got the entire
offensive line. The entire
offensive line is here.
Let me do it another night.
How about that?
They've got a legitimate shot
at repeating this year.
l do not wanna hurt them.
l don't wanna go out--
okay, billy.
[Sighing]
[Get Your Freak On
by Missy Elliot playing]
Knappmiller! You got
two choices. Option A,
you give me the ring.
Option B, l make you
give me the ring.
l'll take B.
Wrong choice.
Okay.
Put him down, man!
Yo, man, what's with
all this hostility, man?
You should have taken
Option A.
Are you all right, mate?
Are you okay?
Thanks, mate.
There he is.
Why'd you send him, Billy?
Martin? Oh, he was
just a backup.
After l got your call,
l wasn't so sure you
could deliver, you know?
What happened, anyway?
He stole it from me.
He got you
with those beanbags? No.
That is gonna be
$10,000 off your vig,
anyway, you know.
Billy, you know
l've got plans. You are gonna
stop nickel-and-diming me.
lt's a tough business,
you know,
the restaurant business.
l hear that 75% of them
fail the first year,
and you know why?
Under-capitalization,
that's why.
l just don't think--
Billy, l want out.
l want a new life.
l want my money,
and l want it now.
Now?
Now. Yeah.
Okay.
[Paper rustling]
One job.
One job,
l wipe your slate clean...
and you have
your restaurant.
Oh, go on, open it up.
Come on.
lt's a photo
of Travis Alfred Walker.
Stanford dropout,
treasure hunter.
Only, to date...
the only thing he's found
is trouble.
Did you say "Walker"?
My son.
He's from my third marriage.
Lasted about three minutes.
That picture was taken
about two months ago...
in some gold mining town
called El Dorado down
in the middle of the Amazon.
How much?
$250,000.
For that kind of money,
why don't you just
invite him back yourself?
The boy doesn't trust me.
Kidnapping's gonna help.
ls that sarcasm?
You wanna be sarcastic,
you do it to
your monkey friends!
You do not do it to me!
Do you understand?
l'm sorry, Billy.
You're goddamn right you are.
What'd he do?
Pissed off the wrong people.
l don't have
to remind you what happens
when you do that, do l?
So l bought him
some forgiveness.
But if l don't
bring him back here
to face the music...
you know damn well
that l can't carry a tune.
So you deliver my boy
back here.
You bring him right through
that door, you walk out
of this house a free man...
with a restaurant.
ls that duct tape?
Oh, aye. Aye, aye.
Don't worry there,
little fella.
Walk by faith,
not by sight.
Will you look at that?
We can't land now.
Why? Why can't we land?
They got their bulls
on the ground.
Booze on the grind?
Aye, the bulls on the ground,
the cattle down there.
Cows?
Yeah, l'll give them
a wee fright there.
Yeah, get moving.
Come on, then.
Out of me way!
Make a way, you!
Move it!
Move it now! Move!
Make the way!
Made me way!
All right there, little fella.
Out we go.
Hey, sugar, what'd l tell you
about that.... My needle
was totally nackered.
RPM's all over
the shaft.
ls this the only road
in and out?
lf you wanna stay alive.
Why's that?
That there, that's the jungle,
little fella. You got
anacondas in there.
Poison arrow frogs,
black flies, bullet ants.
And if they don't get you,
the rebels will.
What?
Aye, rebels.
That's what l'm telling you.
To them, Cornelius Hatcher's
built a Babylon in paradise.
Built a what?
A Babylon.
That mine is as close
as a man can come
to the gates of hell...
while his heart's
still beating.
The Sunday school picnic
is over, l'll tell you that.
Stay out of the jungle,
little fella, okay?
[Country music playing]
l.... l found these flowers
growing in the deepest parts
of the jungle.
As far as l can tell,
no one's ever
identified them...
which means that
l'm responsible
for naming them.
l can only think
of one word that fits
something so beautiful.
Mariana.
How much do you want?
What?
How much?
l need your uncle's boat.
A day or two, max.
Mariana, listen.
You borrow my car,
you bring it back
with no windshield.
You borrow
my brother's scooter--
The scooter was mechanical.
lt wasn't my fault.
Now you want to borrow
my uncle's boat?
And, "l found it,
l found it." You will never
find this Garbo of yours.
[Shushing]
lt's Gato, l told you.
Gato.
lt's out there, Mariana.
l know exactly where it is.
But l need that boat.
How much?
l told you--
No, how much
is your Oato worth?
This is a very significant
academic find, Mariana.
lt's not--
How much?
lt's not about money.
You lie like
a little girl, Travis.
l'm not lying.
lf l get the boat for you,
you have to take me with you.
That's ridiculous.
We're talking about
a lousy boat here.
And we split the take 50-50.
l've been doing
all the work, okay?
l found it. No way.
of work at 6:00.
Then we can go
and get your Gato.
You're evil.
Thank you.
Whatever.
For the flowers.
Harvey, someone here
to see you, brother.
Where's he from?
He's American.
HARVEY: Got a gun?
No, l don't like guns.
Check him.
[Speaking in Portuguese]
What's the current payout?
Give me a payout
for quadrant three.
[Frog trilling]
Hey, sugar, sugar.
[Speaking in Portuguese]
You checked him?
All right, let's go.
Come on. Come on.
Never met an American
who didn't like guns.
Tell them to dig harder.
lf only it were that simple,
eh, Mr. Beck?
How do you know my name?
When a man of your dimensions
travels all this way
to visit a place like this...
it arouses the curiosity.
What can l do for you?
Do you know this man?
Travis Walker. l let him
do some excavating
around the mine...
allow him to rent a room
in my town...
all for a fair
he might unearth.
Can you tell me
where to find him?
Yeah, just follow
the bullshit.
The guy's got a mouth
should be in the circus.
Brother, please.
Do you have
business with him?
l do.
Good. What kind of business?
l love business.
lt's personal.
So why come to me?
When l'm a guest
in another man's house...
l don't reach
into his refrigerator
without asking permission.
Refrigerator?
l wanna show you
something, Mr. Beck.
Does that look like
a refrigerator to you?
Looks more like hell.
Where you see hell,
l see a spellbinding
sense of purpose.
l see the value of keeping
your eye on the ball.
When a bride slips the ring
on her finger...
when a businessman
lays his hands on a Rolex...
when a rapper
gets a shiny new tooth...
this is that cost, Mr. Beck.
My horror for their beauty,
my hell for their little slice
of heaven.
Somebody's gotta keep
his eye on the ball.
That somebody is me, Mr. Beck.
l am down here every day,
keeping my eye on the ball.
That's just a simple fact
of life.
And if you're bold enough to
face that cold, hard fact...
you can make a lot of money.
What do you want
with the kid?
l've come to take him home.
That'll cost you $10,000.
l need to borrow the Jeep.
Wait a minute, friend.
l'll give you $1 ,000.
l'll give you $1 ,000.
l need you to take my bag
back to the plane.
Keep the engine running.
Can you do that?
For $1 ,000?
That's right.
l'll find a way.
Declan.
Yeah?
l'm gonna be coming fast.
American?
Yeah.
Where from?
Someplace
that's got bartenders.
What can l get you?
l'll take a beer.
Nice flowers.
[Speaking in Portuguese]
The smiling fool.
You know, back in the States,
Brazil nuts like these
go for $15 a pound.
Well, those fell off
the tree out back.
And around here,
we don't call them
Brazil nuts.
What do you call them?
Well, we're in Brazil,
so we just call them nuts.
Fair enough.
So, what brings you
to the Amazon other than
the food and drink, of course?
l'm looking for a man.
What's your type?
His name's Travis Walker.
Brown hair, he's in his 20s,
wears a blue shirt, jeans.
Right now, he's got
a real bewildered look
on his face.
Do l know you?
The name's Beck.
What can l do for you,
Mr. Beck?
l need you to make
a choice for me.
A choice?
Option A or Option B.
What's Option A?
Well, Option A is
you and l walk out of here
nice and easy.
We get in my Jeep
and we drive back
to the airstrip.
And then we begin
our long journey
back to Los Angeles.
Be no blood,
no broken bones...
and no problems.
What's in Los Angeles?
Your father.
What's Option B?
Pretty much
the opposite of A.
But l wouldn't
recommend that one.
l'll take Option C.
Travis, there is no Option C.
Really?
Are you sure?
l mean, big boy...
there's always an Option C.
So angry!
Shut up.
Shut up!
Like l said,
there is no Option C.
Let me introduce you
to Option C.
Mr. Beck.
There's been a slight change
in the narrative.
An unexpected twist,
you might say.
Can l have a beer, please?
Mr. Hatcher,
l was just gonna come
find you when this--
The kid stays.
l paid you.
Well, fortunately,
l had my fingers crossed
the whole time.
Apparently, young Mr. Walker
may have stumbled onto
a trinket of some value...
and as he's located it
in my jungle...
yup, l'm gonna need him
to lead me to it.
Okay, so let's go, dickhead.
Don't call me a dickhead,
you dickhead.
Did you find it or not,
asshole?
What's that, asshole?
Did you find it or not,
asshole?
What's that, asshole?
Did you find it or not,
asshole?
Don't!
Hey, don't rock the boat.
Okay.
l don't want any trouble.
HATCHER: Then leave now
and don't come back.
And the $10,000?
Consider it
tax-deductible.
A contribution
to your personal health fund.
With all due respect,
Mr. Hatcher,
l'm feeling pretty healthy.
Oh, yeah?
Walk.
Don't make waves.
Look out for the chair!
Wow.
You gonna kill us all,
Mr. Beck?
l tried to be reasonable.
That's not the way
to do business.
You should have kept the gun.
You're dead already.
You just don't know it yet.
TRAVIS: This is Option B?
Are you kidding me?
Quiet.
You're dead. You're so dead.
We're not gonna be able to get
out of here. All this land,
Hatcher owns it.
The road that you're on,
the air that you're breathing
right now...
Hatcher owns it all.
Shut up.
Let me just say that whatever
my father is paying you,
l will double it.
No.
l'll quadruple it.
l'll double it
and quadruple it.
No!
You're being unreasonable.
l'm gonna give you
one more chance to reconsider.
l'll give you one more chance
to shut your mouth.
ls that your final answer?
For what it's worth,
l hope you enjoy the fall.
Yeah? What fall?
This fall.
[Horn blaring]
[Travis screaming]
[Rumbling]
That went well.
Where's the frigging keys?
Yeah. All right.
Oh, yeah. That's right.
Travis?
Good God.
Travis!
l'm not going back.
Oh, you're going back.
No way.
Right now.
Who the hell
do you think you are, huh?
You come into my town,
mess up my bar...
and you eyeball my woman.
Eyeball your woman?
lt's on.
What's this, huh?
Who is this?
ls he your friend?
Do you know him?
Do you? Say hello.
Say hello. Say hello.
Are you finished? Let's go.
Big boy,
you like thunderstorms, huh?
l'll bet you do, right?
Little thunder.
Stop it.
Little lightning.
Stop it.
Thunder, lightning.
Thunder, lightning.
Stop it!
You done beating me up?
Let's go.
Yeah.
l'm tired of this.
Yeah, you win.
Come on! Go to sleep.
Go to sleep!
Night-night! Night-night!
Go to sleep! Come on!
Obviously, we got off
on the wrong foot here...
so l'm gonna be
completely candid with you.
Have you ever heard
of the Gato do Diabo?
The Devil's Cat?
You know what?
You're gonna stop speaking
right now.
All right.
lt's a priceless object, man,
forged out of pure gold.
lt's worth millions.
l thought you said
it was priceless.
You do not want
to argue semantics
with a PhD candidate.
PhD?
Yeah.
l am really very close
to being Dr. Travis Walker.
You dropped out of Stanford
after two semesters, Einstein.
So l'm fairly close.
Closer than you.
You're close to getting
your ass kicked again.
We got a plane to catch.
Wait, wait, wait.
The Gato is real, all right?
l know where to find it.
l'll split it with you,
0-20.
Move.
You're a very unpleasant
individual, you know that?
[Man yelling in Portuguese]
You think they're dead?
What am l, psychic?
l'm gonna cut
that kid's nose off.
No, Harvey.
We wanna get the Gato,
'cause if the bad guys get it,
they won't need us anymore.
There'll be no one
to work the mine.
You wanna work the mine?
There are two men
in that jungle who are
trying to steal from me.
l feel like a little boy
who's lost his first tooth.
Put it under his pillow,
waiting for the tooth fairy
to come.
Only, two evil burglars
have crept in my window...
and snatched it
before she could get here.
[Speaking in Portuguese]
Wait a second.
Do you understand the concept
of the tooth fairy?
Explain it to them.
[Speaking in Portuguese]
Wait. She takes
the goddamn thing,
gives you a quarter.
They got my tooth.
l want it back.
l have to ask you.
Back at the bar, man,
that was crazy.
l mean, no guns.
Strip, toss. Toss, strip.
Didn't l tell you
to be quiet?
l know, l know,
but what is that?
Some kind of
nouveau samurai code
or something?
You got a problem with guns?
Let's just say
they take me to a place
l don't wanna go.
Where do they take you?
[Whispering] To a place
you don't wanna see me go.
Walk.
How often do you work out?
TRAVIS: Let me
get this straight.
You never use guns?
No.
Never?
Never.
What if your best friend
was gonna die?
You wouldn't pick up a gun?
No guns.
Santa Claus
would pick up a gun
to save his best friend.
Do l look like Santa Claus?
Do l look like Santa Claus
to you?
What is it, guns make you
um pouco louco?
Bang-bang crazy?
l pick up guns,
bad things happen to people.
l don't like that.
What kind of things?
Very bad things, Travis. Walk.
What about knives?
Move.
My father doesn't share
the same distaste for guns
you do.
He's your father,
he's not gonna kill you.
The only thing
Billy Walker cares about is
what's good for business.
Now, the question is,
Mr. Beck, what's good
for your business?
You don't like money?
l don't make deals
with people like you.
You don't even know me.
You're just like
every otherjackass
that l've taken down.
First they try to run,
then they try to fight,
then they try to negotiate.
And when that doesn't work,
they do exactly
what you're about to do...
when you realize it's over.
Oh, yeah? What's that?
You're gonna get down
on your hands and knees...
and you're gonna beg me
for a break.
Well, guess what?
l don't give breaks.
No breaks.
You don't understand
the situation.
You borrowed money
from the wrong guy,
you shot the wrong guy...
you slept
with the wrong guy's wife.
l don't care.
Your mistake.
What about you, Mr. Beck?
Haven't you ever
made a mistake?
l know. "Move."
No breaks. That's lame.
[lmitating Beck] "No breaks.
l don't give breaks.
"Santa Claus
doesn't give any breaks."
[Travis humming]
BECK: Should have been
at the airstrip by now.
Yeah, like l'm really gonna
help you out with this.
l didn't ask for your help.
What are you doing?
l have to pee.
Pee in your pants. Move.
No.
l've let you push me
around this jungle for,
like, five hours.
You've been very aggressive
and l'm not taking another
step until you let me pee.
lf you wanna keep on going,
you're just gonna have
to carry me.
And l guarantee
l'm gonna pee on your head.
You threatening me?
You threatening me with pee?
Well, yeah,
if you don't let me pee here.
Fine. You win. Pee.
Will you unzip me?
No, l'm not gonna unzip you.
You wanna pee,
you have 30 seconds.
How am l supposed to pee
with my hands cuffed
behind my back?
Find a way. Pee.
Come on. Don't make it weird.
Please.
Don't breathe,
don't say a word.
Don't even look at me,
look over there.
[Zipper unfastening]
Thanks, man.
Oh, shit.
l can't get it out.
Could you just--
No. Hell, no.
[Travis grunting]
Son of a.... Come on! Come on!
Come on!
Oh, hey. Hey, l got it.
Congratulations.
You got 30 seconds.
Hurry up.
Don't listen to Tiny Tim,
okay? You're the real big boy.
Everybody knows it.
Ready? One, two, three. Go.
One, two, three.
Go, go, go, go! Oh, yeah.
[Sighing]
l'm going.
[Laughing]
Oh, boy.
[Trap snapping]
What.... What is this?
What is.... Travis, hey.
[Whooping]
Welcome to the jungle,
tough guy.
Looks like big boy
got himself pig-snared.
Hey, get me down.
Hey, l've got the keys
to your cuffs.
Oh, shit.
l'll tell you
what you've got, pal.
You've got problems.
[Travis laughing]
Travis. Don't do it, Travis.
Hey, hey, get me down. Travis.
Oh, what's this?
ls this your diary,
huh, your little journal?
Give me that.
Don't touch that.
What, do you want this?
Get it. Get it.
Give that back.
Come on, get it. Come on,
come on. Yeah, yeah!
Oh, yeah, come on.
Get it, get it, get it.
Give it to me!
You're like
a little birdie up there.
[Cawing]
l will kill you.
You better give me that book.
"Shrimp and pea risotto
with basil and mint."
What are you, a chef?
None of your business.
Give me the book back!
Well, it looks like
you're Wolfgang Stuck
right here, huh?
Travis! Travis!
Hey, l let you pee.
Oh, yeah, you did. You did.
Thank you so much.
Do you have to pee, huh?
Well, you got 30 seconds.
Go ahead and pee.
[Trap snapping]
Oh, shit.
Hey, l was totally kidding
about what l said.
Give me the book. Turn around.
l don't want it,
l don't want it.
Why do you
always gotta hit me?
All right, now, listen to me.
We got to get to this tree.
Now, let's go back to back.
All right. Okay.
Kick your legs.
l'm trying!
l'm kicking my legs!
Where are you?
Grab my back, not my ass.
You got it?
Got it.
Oh, great, you did it.
Now what?
Put your arm over me,
get to the tree.
Listen, put your arm over me.
What, you're like
Joe Pig-snare?
Put your arm over me.
Just stop moving!
Grab the vine.
[Screeching]
You gotta grab the....
What was that?
Oh, shit.
What was that?
Monkeys.
[Growling]
Steady.
Steady.
Steady.
Steady!
TRAVIS: Do not fight them!
Oh, my God!
What's he doing?
What is he doing?
He's humping you!
What's he doing?
He's humping you!
What's he doing?
Establish dominance!
Establish dominance!
Get him off me!
[Beck shouting]
He's humping me!
Make him stop!
[Gun firing]
BECK: Who's that?
TRAVIS: lt's the rebels.
Don't worry,
they're my friends. Hey.
[Travis speaking
in Portuguese]
God bless you. Say hi.
Hi.
These are your friends, huh?
Are you kidding me?
l'm starting to long
for a monkey with a hard-on.
[Whispering] Whatever happens,
just keep looking
into his eyes.
Won't that offend him?
No. Whatever you do,
do not blink.
They're like grizzlies.
Just shut up
and let me take care of this.
[Speaking in Portuguese]
He thinks
we work for Hatcher.
Well, tell him the truth.
Fierce gaze. Fierce gaze.
Fierce gaze.
[Speaking in Portuguese]
What's he saying?
Shut up. Just hold his gaze.
Hold his gaze.
Why do l get the feeling
you really suck at Portuguese?
Fierce gaze!
What's going on?
TRAVIS: l think
he wants to fight you.
No, we're not fighting.
Tell him l don't wanna fight.
l do not wanna fight you.
We are not fighting.
l do not wanna fight.
We are not fighting.
Don't worry,
they're little people.
What?
You can take them,
they're little. You can win.
Why do you wanna fight?
Why? l just wanna
get back to the airport.
Please. l just have
to get home.
Okay, hip-hop.
l don't wanna do this.
Please, please.
Travis, tell them
one more time,
l do not wanna fight.
l'd love to help you out,
buddy...
but l don't think
they're really listening
to me anymore.
Heads up.
That's okay! That is okay.
[Men cheering]
[Speaking in Portuguese]
Don't do it.
What is that?
lt's like spinning
Tarzan jujitsu.
Speedy little bastards,
aren't they?
Head's gotta stay up.
[Screaming]
l am not your enemy.
[Gun firing]
[Mariana speaking
in Portuguese]
Mariana.
[Speaking in Portuguese]
What are you doing here?
Barmaid by day,
rebel leader by night.
You are good.
The whole time
l was working you,
you were working me.
l was hoping you might find
El Gato do Diabo.
lt couldn't have
all been work. Could it?
That was some good work.
MARIANA: What do you think,
Travis?
l knew. You know that, right?
l totally knew.
Of course.
The herbs will keep it
from getting infected.
Why do you do this?
Pardon me?
Why do you fight?
Because of 65 cents an hour,
Mr. Beck.
That's what Hatcher pays
the workers. But in order
to mine, you need tools.
You need food, clothing,
a place to sleep.
You have no money,
so what do you do?
You borrow from Hatcher.
Pick and shovel, $1 a day.
Sack to hold the dirt,
another $1 .
Mr. Beck knows a lot
about that, don't you?
He knows what it's like
to dig a hole so deep,
you can never climb out.
Call it what you want.
lt's escvo. Slavery.
And we aim to stop it.
[Speaking in Portuguese]
Manito wants to know
who you think
would win a fight...
between Mike Tyson
and Muhammad Ali.
Ali, hands down.
He says,
"What about Tyson's power?"
Shit. Tell him Ali would have
done to Tyson what he did
to Foreman in Africa.
Rumble. Rumble in the Jungle.
Tell him Ali was too smart.
[Speaking in Portuguese]
Too smart, too fast.
He would have used his jabs.
Would have danced.
Would have played
with his mind.
Before you know it, bam!
Left to the body.
Bam! Right to the head.
Down goes Tyson.
"Float like butterfly."
"Sting like bee."
"Float like butterfly,
sting like bee."
Yeah!
ALL: "Float like butterfly,
sting like a bee."
"Float like butterfly,
sting like a bee."
He says he thinks
you are a great fighter.
And he wants you to have it.
lt's for luck.
Tell him l'm sorry, l can't--
You'll offend him
if you refuse.
l'm honored. Thank you.
You'll need all the luck
you can get. lt's a long walk
back to the airfield.
Especially by yourself.
Nice.
You don't understand.
l'm not going back
without him.
Oh, here we go again.
Fifty rifles say you are.
And we're rebels, not thieves.
[Gun firing]
Hatcher!
[Shouting in Portuguese]
Travis!
Let's clean it up.
[Gun firing]
Not so fast, jungle boy.
[Motorcycle approaching]
Move. Move!
MARIANA: Come on.
Manito! Manito!
Manito!
[Mariana speaking
in Portuguese]
BECK: Go, go!
Manito!
Let's go!
l want hunting parties.
Small ones.
Find them. Find them!
MARIANA: All right,
this is the way
it's going to be.
You're going to take me
to El Gato do Diabo.
And you're going
to take me now.
Calm down.
Don't. You saw what they do.
Don't ever tell me
to calm down.
Travis, don't play with me.
Or what?
Or l'm going to shoot you.
Well, if you shoot me,
you're never gonna
find the Gato.
So we're gonna
make a little deal.
Deal?
You see, El Gato
is just an object to you.
lt's a life on the Riviera
and a private yacht.
Lady, you don't know
the first thing about me.
For us, it's hope.
Oh, you're breaking
my heart.
lt's like
a frigging telethon.
You selfish--
[Gun firing]
No!
Sit down. Sit down!
Holy shit,
you tried to shoot me!
You saw it! Crazy.
Shut up.
You shut up.
The deal is this.
He'll take you to the Gato.
You just show me
how in the hell...
l get out of this jungle,
so l can take him home.
Deal?
Do we have a deal?
Deal.
Let me get this straight.
She gets what she needs,
you get what you need,
and l get the shaft.
l could always
give her back the gun.
l really don't like you.
Yeah, well, l get that a lot.
Seriously.
What?
l was just wondering
how it is you came to do...
you know,
whatever it is you do.
lt's a long story.
lt's a long walk.
l grew up in a very
rough place. One thing
led to another, that's all.
Just like you.
Like me?
Yeah, you get pushed,
you push back.
Well, with me,
l pushed so hard
that word got around.
Before l knew it, l was...
standing in a room
full of the wrong people
with the wrong money.
So you think
l'm standing in a room
full of the wrong people?
Yeah. Something like that.
l like you, Mr. Beck.
Really.
But you and l
are nothing alike.
Travis. Let's keep moving.
Let's go.
What are you doing?
Let's take us a little swim,
Wolfgang.
BECK: We're not swimming,
we're moving.
TRAVIS: Come on, big boy.
You could use a bath.
Travis, we have
to keep moving.
lt'll be dark soon.
Why? We're already here.
Don't pee in the water.
Why?
A candiru, a vicious parasite,
will swim up the urine
into your pau.
[Whooping]
Come on, big boy. Feels good!
Swim up my what?
Your pintu.
lt'll swim up your ding-dong.
And once it gets in,
you can't get it out.
[Travis whooping]
Come on!
l.... Well....
Well, then what?
They have to amputate.
Not this boy's pintu.
Not today.
The hieroglyphic code said,
"The great chief
of the Maraj people...
"put the Gato to sleep
behind the walls
of a moving curtain."
A waterfall.
Must be some kind
of methane buildup.
lt's cool. Let's go.
MARIANA: Yeah.
Yeah, real genius.
You have no clue
what you're doing.
Oh, shut up. You obviously
don't know the first thing
about methane deposits.
Oh, and you do?
Shut up.
What'd you just say?
[Walls creaking]
What is it?
Why do l get the feeling
we are not supposed
to be here?
Because we're not.
Jesus!
There it is!
l told you it was real!
Travis, you're never gonna
get back there.
lt's too dangerous.
BECK: The roof is coming down!
Wait a second.
Jaguar.
l know what this is. Monkey.
Eagle.
BECK: l can't hold this,
Travis.
l know what this is.
What is it?
lt's an 00-year-old safe.
This is how they kept
their treasures protected.
There's a combination.
Jaguar. Cat. Gato. Cat.
lt's got to be the jaguar.
lf we hold the sticks
closest to the jaguar,
we'll be okay.
For about 60 seconds,
then the whole roof's
coming down.
You're not gonna
touch anything. Let's go.
Follow the jag.
Follow the jaguar.
Easy. Easy.
[Walls creaking]
lt's coming down, Travis.
BECK: What are you doing?
Let's go.
Pass it to me.
ls that a jaguar?
l think it's an eagle.
Travis, hurry!
All right.
Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.
l did it. l found you.
Not some Oxford archaeologist
or some stiff-assed
Harvard professor.
l did! l found you!
Who gives a shit?
How do you like me now,
huh, Beck?
Go! Go! Move! Now! Run!
Let's go!
MARIANA: These are konlabos.
They're very rare.
You're lucky.
And l wouldn't flirt with
El Gato do Diabo's eyes
if l were you.
They say
it's quite dangerous.
What else do they say?
That once restored
to its rightful owners...
the rivers will run deep,
laden with fish.
And the trees will grow tall,
bringing shade
for thousands of hammocks...
so its people may rest
their weary backs.
You think bringing
this Gato to your people
will do all that?
No, Mr. Beck, but l expect
the money selling it brings
will do just that.
We can buy seed, irrigate,
farm our own lands...
free ourselves
from Hatcher's mine.
Lutadores da liberdade.
You know when that statue
hits the black market
it's gonna vanish forever.
lt's a little late
for morals, don't you think?
Especially after
you were going to do
the same thing yourself.
And 10% of that black market
is going to pay
for your freedom...
so l'd be
a little more grateful
if l were you.
What if l told you
l was gonna give it
to a museum...
so that the whole world
could appreciate it?
You can tell me
anything you want,
Travis, but l know you.
So, what are you gonna do
after you bring him home,
Mr. Beck?
l'm gonna open a restaurant.
Yeah. He's a killer
in the kitchen, too.
Ten, fifteen tables.
Nothing fancy.
ltalian. Southern ltalian.
How do you....
How do you....
How do you spell konlabo?
Konlabos, with a "K."
Don't worry.
After four or five hours,
you'll be as good as new.
The fire will keep
the animals away until sunup.
l'm sorry,
but money has a way
of changing people.
You did find it, Travis,
just like you said.
No one can take
that away from you.
And l will send you the money
to buy your freedom.
l meant that.
You kept your word,
and l admire that.
So l'll keep mine.
Go north
until you reach
the Quantana Road.
Take it south
all the way to the airfield.
Good luck to you, Mr. Beck.
Oh, shit.
What? What?
What?
Monkey. Monkey.
Monkey, where?
Just get him away from me.
Get out of here, monkey.
Get out of here, monkey.
Get out of here, monkey!
Oh, no.
l hate this place.
Get out of here, monkey!
l hate penis-eating minnows
and l hate freaky fruit!
Get him away from me.
l wanna go home.
l want concrete.
Get out of here, monkey!
l want homemade tortellini.
l want my Los Angeles Lakers!
No!
That's what l want.
l wanna go home.
Get out!
l wanna go home.
Get out of here!
l wanna go home!
Get out of here, monkey!
Get out of here, monkey!
[Boy shouting in Portuguese]
DECLAN: Oh, what about that?
Been for a stroll,
have you, boys?
Where's my bag?
Where's my Jeep?
Give me my bag.
You have any water?
Sit down.
How soon before
we can take off?
Well, there's the slight
matter of a Jeep...
you left at the bottom
of a mountainside.
l'll take care of it.
ln a right bloody
large puddle, am l wrong?
l said
l'll take care of it.
That Jeep is dead, my friend.
Look, you'll get your money.
Just start the plane.
What's your big hurry?
l'm just trying to get out
of here before l run into
Hatcher or any more problems.
Don't go worrying
about Hatcher.
That monstrosity won't give
a flying fornication
for the pair of youse no more.
He got what he was after.
What do you mean,
he's got what he was after?
He caught up
with poor Mariana
in the jungle.
Relieved her of her artifact.
What'd you say?
l said "he relieved her
of her artifact."
lt's a word in the English
language, "artifact."
Artifact, look it up.
Son of a bitch.
He's got my Gato!
Your what?
The Gato.
Don't you speak English?
Hey, where is she?
Hatcher's got her in town.
He's torturing her
for information.
He's doing what?
The lutadores da liberdade.
Freedom fighters?
Freedom fighters, my ass.
Lutadores da louco,
you ask me.
They're all gonna die.
Come on, all aboard.
Come on.
What are you doing?
We made a deal.
A deal?
What the hell
does that mean?
l'm here at the airstrip.
She doesn't have the Gato.
You're gonna go in there
by yourself?
No way. No way.
Hey, Hatcher's got
a small army back there.
You don't even know
your way around the town.
Oh, wait. l got an idea.
How about you saddle up
to one of those bulls
over there...
you ride into town like
a conquistador and challenge
all of them to a duel?
Oh, yeah, l forgot.
You don't use guns.
What's your point?
You're gonna die, Beck.
The boy's right, Mr. Beck.
D'you mind if we settle
the bill now?
You need help.
Are you gonna help me,
Travis? All you care about
is the money.
No, Beck, you're wrong.
l'd rather die than let that
son of a bitch get my Gato.
You need all the help you
can get. Hell, you can even
use him, for Christ's sake.
Don't bring me into it.
l got a dodgy knee here.
You can't do this
on your own.
Okay, Travis.
l know you're gonna run on me.
lt might not be tonight,
it might not be tomorrow.
But l will find you
and l will take you back.
Are we clear?
Yeah.
We'll both probably be dead
in about an hour...
so let's cancel Christmas.
[Speaking in Portuguese]
Your plan of attack
was a bit naive.
Man, if l was only
l suppose now we have
a conversation
where you enlighten me.
Mr. Hatcher?
How many more of you
are out there?
Enlighten me.
Where are the rest
of your compadres?
Enlighten me!
Mr. Hatcher?
HATCHER: What l don't get
is why your people
are so hostile.
l've been good to you.
l built you a town.
Why are we fighting?
Mr. Hatcher.
What?
We've lost contact
with Outpost 1 .
There's nobody answering.
Mr. Hatcher,
are you out there?
What can l do for you,
Mr. Beck?
l have no desire to fight
with you or your men.
For that reason,
you have two options.
Option A, you leave
the Gato and the girl...
and you walk out of town,
no questions asked.
Yeah, and what's option B?
Option B? l make you.
Wrong choice.
Lock down the town.
[Man talking on walkie-talkie]
[Playing notes]
MAN: ...still no visual
contact. Team 3 is checking
the perimeter right now.
[Bagpipes playing]
He that heard the sound...
of thy holy trumpet
and took not warning...
he hath clearly
wandered too far...
from the word of God.
And,
Cornelius Bernard Hatcher...
your hour has come!
Let's get it on, big boy!
lt's time to get back
on the path!
[Declan playing bagpipes]
[Rumbling]
Move it.
MAN 1 : Go on, get out!
MAN 2: Which way?
That's a lot of cows.
Hi.
What nerve.
About bloody time, huh?
Somebody, just shoot him.
Oh, yeah? Oh, you want one?
Okay.
A little thunder?
You like thunderstorms,
big boy?
How about some lightning?
[Whooping]
Ear, ear, ears! Eye!
Take the Gato and the girl
and get to the airfield.
lf you run into trouble,
use her as a hostage.
And, Harvey, when you're
safely out of town,
put her out of my misery.
Boom, boom.
l need help!
"Do not go gentle
into that good night,"
my lovely.
Beck! Help, Beck!
"Rage, rage...
"against the dying
of the light."
There shall be no mercy...
for any force that stands...
blocking this path
of his righteousness!
[Muffled] Beck, help!
Help!
Move!
Boom shakalaka! Ta-da.
No way.
Give me back my Gato,
you little bald freak!
Oh, great.
See you.
You got the moves,
l'll give you that.
You reached
into the wrong refrigerator,
Mr. Beck.
[Gun firing]
Hold your horses.
What have l done?
Are we not men?
Hatcher?
What?
Option A is still
on the table.
You can walk away right now.
Option A doesn't work for me.
Before l came here,
what did you people have?
HATCHER: Face it! Be fair.
l put a roof over your head,
a little coin in your pockets.
You barefoot lndians
didn't have pockets...
before Hatcher came along.
l give you life! l'm the heart
in the darkness, face it.
You can't run this thing
without me.
l am pumping the blood
of the modern world...
into your backward veins,
you stinking...
ingrate...
oompa-loompa morons!
Okay.
That's it. l'm done.
Mr. Beck.
l'll take Option A.
Clear, please.
Oh, shit.
You make
a hell of an entrance,
Mr. Beck.
Yeah.
l'd offer you a beer,
but l think
you blew up my bar.
Yeah, l think you're right.
Thank you.
We had a deal.
Yes, we did.
And l'm afraid
l didn't deliver on that deal.
How is that?
The Gato.
l promised you the Gato.
Yes, well,
l promised you Travis.
TRAVIS: Y'all talking about
this Travis?
And this Gato?
l'm impressed.
Yeah, well, make sure
they spell my name right.
l told you
it wasn't about the money.
Well, big boy,
l guess it's your move.
l'm impressed myself, Travis.
Declan, start the plane.
"Declan, start the plane"?
What does that mean,
"Declan, start the plane"?
l'm taking you home, Travis.
Oh, l figured that.
No breaks. Good luck.
You, too.
l will send you your cut.
Move.
Uh-huh.
Not a penny less
than $15.6 million.
Move, Travis.
TRAVIS: You really oughtta
stay away from guns.
You oughtta get yourself
a psychiatrist, seriously.
[People cheering]
Move.
Well, look at him.
Look at you with your beard.
You're like a real man.
But you're so thin.
Running is good exercise.
lt's good exercise.
That's funny.
Did you hear him?
BILLY: Running for your life.
l love it, l really do!
Do you know there is not
enough aspirin in the world
for a headache like you, huh?
Well, there probably is,
but l understand
what you mean.
Well, that's good,
'cause that means
you'll understand...
why you're gonna take
that little trip
back to Chicago, huh?
Actually, l don't
completely understand
that one.
Still the smart-ass.
l'm not that smart, Dad.
l didn't know she was married.
Well, she was very married.
And you, what took you
so long, huh?
Your kid was
a tough rundown, Billy.
Him? No.
Yeah, yeah.
But l did walk him
right through that door,
right, just like we agreed?
You did.
We good?
We're good. $250,000.
You got your restaurant, kid.
Now get out of here, huh?
Billy, before l leave,
when l was down in Brazil...
they showed me this ritual
that they practice when they
have these big celebrations.
And what they do
is they eat this fruit...
and it's called konlabos,
with a "K."
So l figured, before l leave,
we can celebrate
one last time.
Come on, guys,
try some of this,
so we get it over with.
lf he says it's good,
it's gotta be good.
He's the best chef l know.
Billy, here.
You try the first piece.
Not bad. Big seeds, though.
l don't like seeds.
Hey, what are you....
l walked him right through
that door, Billy.
Boy...
you got a funny-looking face.
Hey, Dad.
[Whooping]
l love you,
you know that?
Because you showed me
something back there.
You did.
l thought you had character,
but l wasn't sure.
You got it, man!
You really got it!
Get in the truck.
You know, you pretty much
violated every agricultural
law back there.
That's the least
of our problems.
l know.
You should go back in there
and finish him off.
You wanna go back in there?
Go ahead, knock yourself out.
l'll wait for you right here.
l'm not going back in there.
Right. So shut up
and get in the truck,
before l change my mind.
Don't push me.
What?
Don't push me.
l appreciate everything
you did back there.
But if you wanna
get technical about it...
all you really did is
even up the score,
since l saved your life first.
Get in the truck.
You don't have to thank me.
But this pushing shit
ain't happening no more.
You read me?
Okay. l'm gonna bust you up.
Go for it.
Yeah.
Hey, remember your friend,
Mr. Thunder?
How about his buddy,
Mr. Lightning?
l know you know him.
You know him real well,
don't you?
[Sputtering]
l'm just playing, man.
l'll be in the truck.
l'm gonna kill you.