All language subtitles for The.Rundown.2003.21

I just love mushrooms.

One of my favorites...

or as I 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 Italian name,

and cèpes, 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 cèpes.

Beck!

Come on.
They are very, very flavorful.

It's about time. Hour and
a half I've been waiting.

And you're lucky to be getting in.

It's an extremely private
party tonight. Let's go.

What's he drinking?
Jägermeister and Cristal.

Great.

Security?

No, but we do have a slight problem.

Have fun.

Here we
go! What's the problem?

That's your problem.

Okay, the guy on the left
is "Jalil" Johnson.

I think he's, like, the left tackle
or something. Jamal Johnson.

Defensive end.

He's the best defensive lineman Notre
Dame's produced in the last 20 years.

Maybe ever.

The guy on his left is Kambui Jackson.

He ran for 2,000 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. I'm not into football.

The other two guys
are Jimmy Coggeshell...

and David Mulaire.

Whoo!

One's from USC, the
other one's from Ohio State.

Stay down, bitch!

Yeah, well, anyway, the guy
you're lookin' for is right there.

That's Brian Knappmiller.

Throws like Brett Favre.

Bets like Pete Rose.

So, I'm tellin' this cat, I'm, like, "Yo!

I know it's you that
jumped. I know it's you.

I saw you jump.
Don't tell me it's not you."

He's, like, "I don't know. Must've
been..." I'm, like, "Dawg, trust me..."

- Excuse me.
- "It's you, I know." Right?

Excuse me.

I'm sorry to bother you guys.
I apologize. I just need...

Hold up. My man, my man. I ain't
got no hook-ups to tryout camps.

Gotta show up like everybody. You a big
boy though. I think you'll be all right.

So, I'm tellin' the cat,
"I don't want to sit through..."

Excuse me. I'm sorry. I'm
not here to talk about tryouts.

If I could have one
minute of your time...

Pass me that.

Who do I make this out to?

Who do I make it out to?
Yeah. What's your name?

Beck.

- Beck?
- Beck. Beck. B-E-C-K.

- What's up, man?
- What's happenin'?

Here you go, man. Knock
yourself out. All right?

Thank you. You got it.

Now, what are you gonna do?
Are you gonna come back or what?

Excuse me.

- I'm really sor...
- Yo, man. What are you doin', man?

A couple of months ago, you made
some wagers with an associate of mine.

- Two, three months ago?
- What's up, Knappy?

Nothin'. Nothin'. It's
good. Enjoy your drink.

What's up, Jimmy?

Yo, bets? You come embarrass me
in front of my friends about some bets?

I don't mean to embarrass you. This
is embarrassing to me. I'm a big fan.

But, uh, $50,000... you
might have remembered.

Yeah, I know what it is, man.

Listen. There's a "G" to get me
started. Now you do me a favor.

You tell your man, I'm gon' come
see him on Monday with the rest...

and not to send anybody else to see me.

All right?

Brian, I'm gonna need
some collateral from you.

What?

I'm gonna need the ring.

I'm sorry. You're... Are you...

Yo. Slip it to me under
the table, on the low-low.

- I'll make sure you get it back.
- On the low-low.

You want the ring? I'll give
you... You want a drink too?

Take the ring, buddy.
That's what I think about that.

Get the hell on, man. Go, man. Go!

Go! Hey, do somethin' with this.

You heard the man. Yo, man. Get up!

Okay.

Yeah, that's right, playboy.
Walk. Go on, man!

What, you wanna jump?
Get your ass outta here.

You all right?

This shit burns.

- Yeah?
- 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 'bout that?

They've got a legitimate shot
at repeating this year.

I do not want to hurt them.
I don't want to go out...

Okay, Billy.

You got two choices. Option
"A," you give me the ring.

Option "B," I make you give me the ring.

I'll take "B."

- Ooh!
- Wrong choice.

Ooh!

Yeah, put him down, man.

Oh!

Yo, man. What's with
all this hostility, man?

You should have taken Option "A."

Are you all right, mate? You okay?

Thanks, mate.

There he is.
Why'd you send him, Billy?

Martin? Oh, he was just a backup.

After I got your call, I wasn't
so sure you could deliver.

- What happened, anyway?
- He stole it from me!

He got you
with those beanbags?

No.

It is, uh, gonna be 10 off
your vig, anyway, you know.

Billy, you know I've got plans! You
are gonna stop nickel-and-diming me.

It's a tough business, you know,
the restaurant business.

I hear that 75% of
them fail the first year.

And do you know why?

Under-capitalization, that's why.

I just don't think... Billy, I want out.

I want a new life, I want
my money, and I want it now.

Now?

Now, yeah.

Okay.

One job.

One job, I wipe your slate clean,

and you have your restaurant.

Oh, come on. Open it up.

Come on.

That's a photo of Travis Alfred Walker.

Stanford dropout, treasure hunter.

Only, to date, the only thing he's, uh...

he's found is, uh, trouble.

- Did you say Walker?
- My son.

He's from my, uh, 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 large.

For that kind of money, why
don't you invite him back yourself?

- The boy doesn't trust me.
- Kidnapping's gonna help.

Is that sarcasm?

You want to be sarcastic,

you do it to your monkey friends!

You do not do it to me!
Do you understand?

- I'm sorry, Billy.
- You're goddamn right you are.

- What'd he do?
- Pissed off the wrong people.

I don't have to remind you...

what happens when you do that, do I?

So I bought him some forgiveness.

But if I don't bring him
back here to face the music,

you know damn well
that I 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.

- Is that duct tape?
- Oh, aye. Aye, aye.

Oh, don't worry there, little fella.

Walk by faith, not by sight. Hmm?

Will you look at that? We can't land now.

Why? Why can't we land?

Oh, they got the bulls on the ground.

Oh, sure. "Booze on the grind"?

Aye. The bulls... on the
ground. The cattle down there.

- Cows?
- Yeah. I'll give 'em a wee fright there.

Ah, get moving! Ah, come on then!

Out of me way!

Out my way, you!

Move it! Move it now!

Shoo!

Out my way!

Out of me way!

All right there, little fella. Off you go.

Hey, Sugie, what'd I
tell you about not let...

My needle was totally knackered!

RPMs all over the shop.

Is this the only road in and out?

If you wanna stay alive.

- Why is 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 ya, the rebels will.

- What?
- Aye, rebels. That's what I'm tellin' ya.

To them, Cornelius Hatcher's
built a Babylon in paradise.

- Built a what?
- A Babylon.

Yeah, that mine...

is as close as a man can come
to the gates of hell...

while his heart's still beatin'.

The Sunday School picnic
is over, I'll tell ya that.

Stay out of the jungle, little fella, okay?

I, uh... I found these flowers growing
in the deepest parts of the jungle.

I mean, as far as I can tell,
no one's ever identified them,

which means that I'm
responsible for naming them.

I can only think of one word...

that fits something so beautiful.

Mariana.

How much do you want?

- What?
- How much?

I 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.

- It wasn't my fault.
- Now you want to borrow my uncle's boat?

And, "I found it. I found it." You
will never find this "Garbo" of yours.

Shh! It's gato, I told you.

Gato.

It's out there, Mariana.

I know exactly where it is.

But I need that boat.

How much?

- I told you, I...
- No, how much is your gato worth?

This is a very significant
academic find, Mariana.

- It's not...
- How much?

- It's not about money.
- You lie like a little girl, Travis.

I'm not lying.

If I get the boat for you,

you have to take me with you.

That's ridiculous. We're
talkin' about a lousy boat here.

And we split the take 50-50.

I've been doing all the work,
okay? I found it. No way.

50-50, Travis.

- 70-30.
- 50-50.

- 60-40.
- 50-50, and I get off of work at 6:00.

Then we can go and get your gato.

You're evil.

- Thank you...
- Whatever.

For the flowers.

Harvey. We're here to see your brother.

- Where's he from?
- He's American.

- You got a gun?
- No, I don't like guns.

Check him.

- What's the current payout?
- Give me a payout for quadrant three.

Two-four, two-five, down 20%.

You checked him?

All right, let's go.

Come on.

Come on.

I never met an American
who didn't like guns.

Tell them to dig harder.

If 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 I do for you?

Do you know this man?

Ah. Travis Walker.

I let him do some excavating
around the mine,

allow him to rent a room in my town,

all for a fair 60% of
anything he might unearth.

- Can you tell me where to find him?
- Yeah, just follow the bullshit.

Guy's got a mouth
should be in the circus.

Brother, please.

- Do you have business with him?
- I do.

Good. What kind of business?
I love business.

It's personal.

So, why come to me?

When I'm a guest in
another man's house...

Ah.

I don't reach into his refrigerator
without asking permission.

Refrigerator.

I want to show you something,
Mr. Beck, please.

Does that look like a refrigerator to you?

Looks more like hell.

Where you see hell,

I see a spellbinding sense of purpose.

I 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.

I am down here every day
keeping my eye on the ball.

That's just the 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?
- I've come to take him home.

That'll cost you $10,000.

I need to borrow the jeep.
Now, wait a minute, friend.

I'll give you a thousand dollars.

Huh?

I'll give you a thousand dollars.

I need you to take my bag back to
the plane and keep the engine running.

Can you do that?

- For a thousand dollars?
- That's right.

I'll find a way.

- Declan.
- Yeah?

I'm gonna be coming fast.

American?

Yeah.

Where from?

Someplace that's got bartenders.

What can I get you?

I'll take a beer.

Nice flowers.

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 'em?

Well, we're in Brazil,
so we just call them nuts.

Fair enough.

What brings you to the Amazon?
Other than the food and drink, of course.

- I'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 I know you?
- Name's Beck.

What can I do for you, Mr. Beck?

- I 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 I
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.

There'll 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 I wouldn't recommend that one.

I'll take Option "C."

Travis, there is no Option "C."

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

Hmm.

Are you sure? I...

I mean, big boy,

there's always an Option "C."

- I'm so angry!
- Shut up.

You shut up. Oh, ow, ow, ow.

Like I 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 I have a beer, please?

Mr. Hatcher, I was just gonna
come find you, when this...

The kid stays.

I paid you.

Well, fortunately, I 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...

Yep, I'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?
- Harvey, Harvey.

- Hey, 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.

- I don't want any trouble.
- 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,

I'm feeling pretty healthy.

- Oh, yeah?
- Walk.

Whoa!

Don't make waves.

Look out! Get down!

Wow.

You're gonna kill us all, Mr. Beck?

I tried to be reasonable.

That's not the way to do business.

You should've kept the gun.

You're dead already.

You just don't know it yet.

This is Option
"B"? Are you kidding me?

- Quiet.
- Hoo, hoo, hoo!

You're dead. You're so dead.

We're not gonna be able to get outta
here. All this land, Hatcher owns it.

The road that you're on, the air you're
breathing right now... Hatcher owns it all.

Shut up.

Whatever my father is
paying you, I will double it.

No. I'll quadruple it.

- No.
- I'll double it and quadruple it.

- No.
- You're being unreasonable.

I'm gonna give you one more
chance to reconsider.

I'll give you one more
chance to shut your mouth.

Is that your final answer?

For what it's worth,
I hope you enjoy the fall.

- Yeah, what fall?
- This fall.

Whoa!

Whoo-hoo!

Come on, big boy.
Where's the friggin' keys?

All right. All right.

That's right. Come on.

Oh!

Travis?

Good God.

Travis!

I'm not going back.
Oh, you're going back.

No. 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?
- Oh, it's on.

What's this? Huh?

Who is this? Is 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?

I'll bet you do, right? Uh-huh.

- Little thunder?
- Stop it.

- Little lightning?
- Stop it.

Thunder? Lightning?
Thunder? Lightning? Here's...

You done beating me up? Let's go.

- I'm tired of this.
- Yeah, you win.

Come on. Go to sleep.

Go to sleep. Night-night.

Night-night. Go to sleep now. Come on.

Obviously, we got off
on the wrong foot here.

So, I'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. Just...

It's a priceless object, man.

Forged out of pure gold.

- It's worth millions.
- I thought you said it was priceless.

You do not want to argue semantics
with a PhD candidate, okay?

- PhD?
- Yeah.

I am really very close
to being Dr. Travis Walker.

You dropped out of Stanford
after two semesters, Einstein.

So I'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?

I know where to find it.
I'll split it with you, 80-20.

- Move.
- 70-30?

You're a very unpleasant
individual. You know that?

You think they're dead?

What am I, psychic?

I'm gonna cut that kid's nose off.

No, Harvey.

You want to 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 want to work the mine?

There are two men in that jungle
who are trying to steal from me.

I feel like a little boy
who's lost his first tooth...

and 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.

Wait a second.

Do you understand the concept
of the tooth fairy?

Explain it to them.

You find a tooth,
you put it under your pillow.

The fairy
comes waiting for the tooth.

Wait.

She takes the goddamn thing,
gives you a quarter!

They got my tooth.

I want it back.

I have to ask you... back at
the bar, man, that was crazy.

I mean, no guns. Strip, toss, toss, strip.

- Didn't I tell you to be quiet?
- I know. I 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 I don't wanna go.

- Where do they take you?
- To a place you don't want to see me go.

Walk.

How often do you work out?

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 I look like Santa Claus?

- Do I look like Santa Claus to you?
- What is it?

Guns make you um pouco louco?
Bang-bang crazy?

I pick up guns, bad things
happen to people. I 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, huh?

You don't like money?

I don't make deals with people like you.

You don't even know me.

You're just like every other
jackass that I'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? I 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.

I don't care.

Your mistake.

What about you, Mr. Beck?

Haven't you ever made a mistake?

I know. Move.

"No breaks."

That's lame.

"No breaks. No, I don't give breaks.

Santa Claus doesn't give any breaks!"

We should've
been at the airstrip by now.

Yeah, like I'm really
gonna help you out with this.

I didn't ask for your help.

- What are you doing?
- I have to pee.

- Pee in your pants. Move.
- No.

I've let you push me around
this jungle for, like, five hours.

You've been very aggressive.

And I'm not taking another step
until you let me pee.

If you want to keep on going,
you're gonna have to carry me,

and I guarantee you
I'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, I'm not gonna unzip you.

You wanna pee, you have 30 seconds.

How am I 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.

Thanks, man.

Oh, shit.

I can't get it out.

- Could you just help...
- No. Hell, no.

Come on. Son of a...

Come on. Come on.

Come on.

- Oh, hey. Hey, I 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.

I'm going.

Oh, boy.

Oh! Whoo!

What...

What is this? What is it?

Travis! Hey!

Welcome
to the jungle, tough guy.

Looks like big boy
got himself pig-snared.

Hey, get me down.

Hey. Hey!

I've got the keys to your cuffs. Oh!

- Ah, shit.
- I'll tell you what you've got, pal.

- You've got problems.
- Travis... Don't do it, Travis.

Hey.

- Hey, get me down, Travis.
- Whoo!

- Oh, what's this? Is this your diary?
- Shit.

- Huh? Your little journal?
- Give me that. Don't touch that.

- You want this? Get it.
- Give that back to me.

Get it. Come on. Get it. Come
on. Come on. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Oh, yeah, come on. Get it, get it, get it.

Give it to me!

You're like
a little birdie up there!

I will kill you.
You better give me that book.

Hmm. "Shrimp and pea
risotto with basil and mint."

What are you, a chef?

None of your business.
Give me the book back.

Well, looks like you're
Wolfgang Stuck right here, huh?

Travis! Travis!

Hey! I 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.

Oh, shit.

Oh, hey. I was... totally
kidding about what I said.

- Give me the book.
- I don't want it.

Turn around.

- Why you always gotta hit me?
- All right, now listen to me.

We gotta get to this tree.
Now, let's go back-to-back.

All right. Okay.

- Kick your legs.
- I'm trying!

I'm kicking my legs. Where are you?

Grab me. Grab my back, not my ass.

- You got it? You got it?
- I got it. Got it.

Oh, great. You did it.

- Now what?
- Put your arm over me.

- Oh, why?
- Get to the tree.

- Oh, you're like Joe Pig-snare?
- Put your arm over me.

What... Oh, what? No.

I'm-I'm gonna... Just stop moving!

Not the vine. You gotta grab the...

What was that?

Oh, shit.

What was that?

Monkeys.

Oh.

Steady.

Steady.

Steady.

Steady.

Steady!

Whoa!

Slow it down.

Oh, God!

Do not fight them!

Oh, my God!

- Ah! What's he doing? What is he doing?
- He's humping you!

- What's he doing?
- He's humping you!

- Ow, what's he doing?
- Establish dominance.

Establish dominance!

Get... Get him off me! He's-He's...

He's humping me.

- Make him stop!
- The ears. Get the ears.

- Who's that?
- It's the rebels.

Don't worry. They're my friends.

God bless you!

Say hi.

Hi.

These are your friends, huh?
What, are you kidding me?

I'm starting to long
for a monkey with a hard-on.

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.

- He thinks we work for Hatcher.
- Well, tell him the truth.

Fierce gaze.

Fierce gaze. Fierce gaze.

- What's he saying?
- Shut up. Just hold his gaze.

Hold his gaze.

Amigo.

Why do I get the feeling
you really suck at Portuguese?

Oh. Ohh.

Fierce gaze!

- What's going on?
- I think he wants to fight you.

No, we're not fighting.
Tell him I don't want to fight.

I do not want to fight you.
We are not fighting.

I do not want to fight.
We are not fighting.

- Don't worry, they're little people.
- What?

You could take them. They're little.

You can win.

Why do you want to fight? Why?

I just want to get back to the airport.

Please. I just have to get home.

Okay, Hip-hop.

I don't want to do this. Please. Please.

Travis, tell them one more time,
I do not want to fight.

I'd love to help you out, buddy,

but I... I don't think they're
really listening to me anymore.

Heads up.

That's okay! That is okay.

Ooh!

Hey, Kansas City.

Don't do it.

What is that? It's like
spinning Tarzan jujitsu!

Speedy little bastards, aren't they?

Head's gotta stay up.

Oh, ow!

I am not your enemy.

Mariana?

What are you doing here?

Barmaid by day, rebel leader by night.

You are good.

The whole time I was workin'
you, you were workin' me.

I was hoping you might find
el Gato do Diabo.

It couldn't have
all been work. Could it?

Man, that was some good work.

What do you think, Travis?

I knew. You know
that, right? I totally knew.

Of course.

Hey. 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.

If you have no money,
so what do you do?

You borrow from Hatcher.

Pick and shovel... a dollar a day.

A sack to haul the dirt... another dollar.

Old Mr. Beck knows a lot
about debt, 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. It's escravidão.

Slavery.

And we intend to stop it.

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've done to Tyson
what he did to Foreman in Africa.

Ah. Rumble. "Rumble in the Jungle."

Tell him Ali was too smart.

Too smart, too fast.
Would've used his jabs.

Bam, bam!

Would've danced.

Would've played with his mind.

And before you know it...
Bam! Left to the body.

Bam! Right to the head.

Down goes Tyson.

Mmm. Float like butterfly.

Sting like bee.

Float like butterfly, sting like bee.

Yeah! Float
like butterfly, sting like a bee!

- Yeah!
- Float like butterfly, sting like a bee!

He says he thinks you are a great
fighter, and he wants you to have it.

- It's for luck.
- Tell him I'm sorry. I-I can't.

You'll offend him if you refuse.

I'm honored. Thank you.

You'll need all the luck you can get.

It's a long walk back to the airfield.

Especially by yourself.

Nice.

You don't understand.

- I'm not going back without him.
- Oh, here we go again.

Fifty rifles say you are.

And we're rebels, not thieves.

Hatcher!

Travis!

Travis!

Let's clean it up.

Not so fast, jungle boy.

Move. Move!

Come on.

Manito!

Get back, Manito. Vamos.

Go! Go! Go!

- Manito!
- Let's go!

I want hunting parties. Small ones.

Find them.

Find them!

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 I'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, a
life on the Riviera and a private yacht.

- You don't know the first thing about me.
- For us, it's hope.

You're breakin' my heart.
It's like a telethon.

- You selfish...
- Enough! -

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 I get out of
this jungle so I 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 I get the shaft.

I could always give her back the gun.

- I really don't like you.
- Well, I get that a lot.

Seriously.

What?

I was just wondering
how it is you came to do,

you know, whatever it is you do.

- It's a long story.
- It's a long walk.

I 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.

But with me, I pushed so
hard that word got around.

Before I knew it,
I was standing in a room...

full of the wrong people
with the wrong money.

So you think I'm standing in a
room full of the wrong people?

Yeah. Something like that.

I like you, Mr. Beck.

Really.

But you and I are nothing alike.

Travis, let's keep moving.

Let's go.

What are you doing?

Let's take us a little swim, Wolfgang.

We're not swimming.
We're moving. Let's go.

Come on, big boy. You could use a bath.

Travis, we have to keep moving.
It'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.

Whoo! Come on, big boy. Feels good!

- Swim up my what?
- Your pinto.

It'll swim up your ding-dong.

And once it gets in, you can't get it out.

Whoo-hoo-hoo! Come on!

Well, then what?

They have to amputate.

Not this boy's pinto. Uh-uh. Not today.

The hieroglyphic code said the
great chief of the Marajó people...

put the gato to sleep behind
the walls of a moving curtain.

A waterfall.

Whoa.

Must be some kind of methane buildup.

It's cool. Let's go.

Oh, God!

Yeah, real genius. You have
no clue what you're doing.

Aw, shut up. You obviously don't know
the first thing about methane deposits.

- Oh, and you do?
- Shut up.

What'd you just say?

What is it?

Why do I get the feeling
we are not supposed to be here?

Because we're not.

Whoa! Jesus!

Oh! Oh!

There it is! I told you it was real!

Travis, you're never gonna get
back there. It's too dangerous.

The
roof is coming down.

Wait a second.

Jaguar.

I know what this is. Monkey.

Eagle.

I can't hold this, Travis.

- I know what this is.
- What is it?

It's an 800-year-old safe. This is
how they kept their treasures protected.

There's a combination.

Jaguar. Cat. Gato. Cat.

It's gotta be the jaguar.

We pull the sticks closest
to the jaguar, we'll be okay.

In about 60 seconds,
the whole roof's coming down.

You're not gonna touch anything.
Let's go.

Follow the jag. Follow the jaguar.

Easy. Easy.

Whoa!

It's comin' down, Travis.

What are you doing? Let's go.

Pass it to me.

- Is that a jaguar?
- I think it's an eagle.

Travis, hurry!

Oh, look at that.

Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.

I did it.

I found you.

Not some Oxford archaeologist or
some stiff-assed Harvard professor.

- I did! I found you!
- Who gives a shit?

How do you like me now, huh, Beck?

Go!

Go! Move! Now! Run!

Let's go!

Go!

These are konlabos.

They're very rare. You're lucky.

And I wouldn't flirt with el Gato
do Diabo's eyes if I 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 I 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.

When that statue hits the black
market, it's gonna vanish forever.

It'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 I'd be a little more
grateful if I were you.

What if I told you I was
gonna give it to a museum...

so that the whole world
could appreciate it?

You can tell me
anything you want, Travis.

But I know you.

So, what are you gonna do after
you bring him home, Mr. Beck?

- I'm gonna open a restaurant.
- Yeah. He's a killer in the kitchen too.

Ten, 15 tables. Nothing fancy.

Italian.

Southern Italian.

Mmm.

Mmm.

How do you, uh...

How do you, uh...

How do you spell, uh...

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.

I'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 I will send you the money
to buy your freedom. I meant that.

You kept your word, and I admire that.

So I'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.
- I hate this place.

- Get out of here, monkey!
- I hate penis-eating minnows.

And I hate freaky fruit!

Get him away from me.

I wanna go home. I want concrete.

- Get out of here, monkey!
- I want homemade tortellini.

I want my Los Angeles Lakers!

- No!
- I wanna go home. I wanna go home.

- Get out of here, monkey!
- I wanna go home!

Get out of here,
monkey! Get out of here, monkey!

Oh, what about that?

Been for a stroll, have ya, 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?

There's the slight matter of a jeep
you left at the bottom of a mountainside.

I'll take care of it.

In a right bloody large
puddle. Am I wrong?

I said I'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?

I'm just trying to get outta here before I
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...

and relieved her of her artifact.

What'd you say?

I said he relieved her of her artifact.

It'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?
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?

I'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. I got an idea.

How about you sidle up to
one of those bulls over there,

you ride into town like a conquistador
and challenge all them to a duel?

Oh, yeah. I forgot.

You don't use guns.

- What's your point?
- You're gonna die, Beck.

The boy's right, Mr. Beck.
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.

I'd rather die than let that
son of a bitch get my gato.

You need all the help you can get.
You can even use him, for Christ's sake.

Don't bring me into it.
I got a dodgy knee here.

You can't do this on your own.

Okay, Travis.

I know you're gonna run on me.

It might not be tonight,
it might not be tomorrow,

but I will find you
and I will take you back.

- Are we clear?
- Yeah.

We'll both probably be dead
in about an hour.

So let's cancel Christmas.

Brava.

Bellissima. Brava.

Your plan of attack was a bit naive.

Man, if I was only
10 minutes younger, huh?

I 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?

What I don't get is why
you people are so hostile.

I've been good to you. I 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 I do for you, Mr. Beck?

I 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.

And what's option "B"?

Option "B": I make you.

Wrong choice.

Lock down the town.

Still no visual contact.

Team 4 is checking
the perimeter right now.

He... that heard the sound...

of thy holy trumpet and took not warnin',

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!

It's time to get back on the path.

That's a lot of cows.

Hi.

What nerve.

Ah. 'Bout bloody time, huh?

Somebody just shoot him.

Oh, yeah?

Oh, you want one?

Oh, okay.

A little thunder. Huh?
You like thunderstorms, big boy?

How 'bout some lightning?

Ooh-ooh!

Whoo! Ohh! Oooh-ooh-ooh!

Oh! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!

Whoo! Ohh! Whoo!

Your... Your ears!

Foot! Face!

Oh!

Take the gato and the girl
and get to the airfield.

If 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.

I need help!

Do not go gentle into
that good night, me lovely.

Beck! Help, Beck!

Rage, rage...

against the dyin' of the light.

For there shall be no mercy...

for any force that stands...

blocking this path of his righteousness!

Beck, help!

Beck!

Move!

Boom-shaka-laka, ta-da!

No way.

Give me back my gato,
you little bald freak!

Oh, great.

Whoa!

See ya.

You got the moves. I'll give you that.

You reached...

into the wrong refrigerator, Mr. Beck.

Hold your horses! What have I 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 I came here,

what... what did you people have?

Face it! Be fair.

I put a roof over your head,
a little coin in your pockets.

You barefoot Indians
didn't have pockets...

before Hatcher came along.

I gave you life!

I'm the heart in the darkness. Face it.

You can't run this thing without me.

I am pumping the blood
of the modern world...

into your backward veins,

you stinking,

ingrate,

Oompa-Loompa...

morons!

Okay. That's it. I'm done.

Mr. Beck.

I'll take option "A."

Clear, please.

Oh, shit.

You make a hell of an entrance,
Mr. Beck.

Yeah.

I'd offer you a beer, but I
think you blew up my bar.

Yeah, I think you're right.

Thank you.

- We had a deal.
- Yes, we did.

And I'm afraid I didn't
deliver on that deal.

How is that?

The gato.

I promised you the gato.

Yes, well, I promised you Travis.

You all talking about this Travis?

And this gato?

I'm impressed.

Yeah, well, make sure
they spell my name right.

I told you it wasn't about the money.

Well, big boy, I guess it's your move.

I'm impressed myself, Travis.

Declan, start the plane.

"Declan, start the plane"? What does
that mean, "Declan, start the plane"?

I'm taking you home, Travis.
I figured that.

No breaks. Good luck.

You too.

I will send you your cut.

- Move.
- Uh-huh.

- Not a penny less than 15.6 million.
- Move, Travis.

You really ought
to stay away from guns.

You ought to get yourself
a psychiatrist. Seriously.

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.
It's good exercise.

That's funny. Did you hear
him? Running for your life.

I love it. I really do!

Did you know there is not enough aspirin
in the world for a headache like you?

Well, there probably is, but I
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.

Actually, I don't completely
understand that one.

Ah, still the smart-ass.

I'm not that smart, Dad.
I didn't know she was married.

Well, she was...

very married.

And you. What took you so long?

Your kid was a tough rundown, Billy.

Him?

- No.
- Yeah, yeah.

But I did walk him right through
that door. Right? Just like we agreed?

- You did.
- We good?

We're good. 250 large.

You got your restaurant, kid.

Now get out of here.

Billy, before I leave,
when I 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.

It's called konlabos,with a "K."

So I figured before I leave,
we can celebrate one last time.

Come on, guys. Try some
of this. We'll get it over with.

If he says it's good, it's gotta be
good. He's the best chef I know.

Billy, here. You try the first piece.

It's not bad.

Big seeds though. I don't like seeds.

Hey, what are you...

I walked him right
through that door, Billy.

Mm-hmm.

Boy,

you got a funny-lookin' face.

Hey, Dad. Whoo!

I love you. You know that? Because you
showed me something back there. You did.

I thought you had character,
but I wasn't sure.

- But you got it, man! You really got it!
- Get in the truck.

You pretty much violated
every agricultural law back there.

- That's the least of our problems.
- I know.

We should go back in there
and finish him off.

You wanna go back in there?
Go ahead. Knock yourself out.

I'll wait for you right here.
I'm not going back in there.

Right. So, shut up, get in the
truck before I change my mind.

Don't push me.

- What?
- Don't push me.

I appreciate everything
you did back there.

But if you wanna get technical about it,

all you really did is even up the
score since I 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?

Uh-uh.

Okay.

- I'm gonna bust you up.
- Go for it.

Yeah.

Hey, remember your friend...
Mr. Thunder?

How 'bout his buddy... Mr. Lightning?

Ooh, I know you know him.

You know him real well, don't ya?

Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!

Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!
Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!

I'm just playing,
man. I'll be in the truck.

I'm gonna kill you.