Original subtitles

(soft music)

(eerie music)

(machines hissing)

(electricity crackling, booming)

(animals hooting)

(plane whirring)

- Robert, Misato? - No, no thanks.

- What about you? - No, thank you.

- No? - No.

Robert, I want you to stop him drinking.

- Look, I've done about 100 hours with him and I tell you

he flies circles around me, drunk or sober.

- This lousy jungle is extremely dangerous.

I need a drop or two to steady my nerves.

- Yes, it's dangerous all right, but it fascinates me.

It has no pity for man,

and it strikes when you least expect it.

- We put you through that course on jungle survival, Rolf.

For an anthropologist, you've turned into a doom merchant.

- [Rolf] Those boys at the base camp have certainly

got what it takes when you think they cut their way

through on foot in order to set up a camp out here.

- It only took 'em three months.

- Have you any idea what it's like

to travel through this jungle?

- You can't even begin to imagine.

- Tomorrow, we're back in Manila.

- They must be crazy to do that kind of work out here.

I wouldn't do it if they paid me in gold.

Beats me how they can stand it.

- Well, they're happy.

You oughta see the way their eyes

light up every time they get their paychecks.

I gotta admit, they deserve every cent I paid 'em.

They were with me in Borneo, too.

- Come on, Robert.

You'd take them to the South Pole

if you thought they'd find oil for you there.

(Robert laughs) - Okay.

They have a pretty good track record.

- What about this time, have they had any luck?

- Apparently they have, yeah.

Let's call it a lucky start, but I won't know anything

for sure until I've examined the seismograph sheets.

- Romeo X-Ray calling Manila 406.

Romeo X-Ray calling Manila 406.

Do you read me? Over.

Not a peep out of them.

Maybe no one's monitoring or their radio's on the blink.

It could be the generator.

Lousy jungle. - Yeah.

Oh, they'll be monitoring. Try again.

- Romeo X-Ray calling Manila 406.

Romeo X-Ray calling Manila 406.

Romeo X-Ray calling Manila 406, can you read me?

- What's the story, Charlie? - I don't know.

- We don't need the radio to land.

But those boys down there

are sure gonna hear about this from me.

- It's not their fault, Mr. Harper.

It's this God-awful jungle. - Yeah.

- Here we are. Take care of your seat belts.

- You scared? - No, I'm not.

(plane whirring)

(wheels squeaking)

- Hold on, everyone! (Swan screaming)

- Swan, Rolf, are you okay?

- [Rolf] A bit shaken up but all right.

- Mr. Harper!

How the hell did Roland

let the strip get into this condition?

- I don't get it, they're not here to meet us.

They could hardly miss hearing us land

since we practically smashed up the plane.

- Shh, quiet!

Shh.

- What's the matter?

- I heard a noise over there.

I feel a lot safer with this.

- [Robert] How bad is it, Charlie?

- Well, so far it's not too serious, Mr. Harper.

The undercarriage looks okay, and if I can find the wheel,

it shouldn't be too hard to put it back again.

- Will you give us a shout if you need a hand with it?

- No, I can take care of this all right.

It must have been a tree stump or...

What are you doing, Swan? - That's a nasty cut.

- You coming to take a look?

- Yeah, hang on a minute.

- Roland!

Werlitzsky!

(animals screeching)

- That's comforting.

I think the silence was starting to give me the creeps.

- [Robert] Werlitzsky! (suspenseful music)

Hey.

What the hell is that doing here?

- The radio. That's why they didn't answer our call.

What do you make of it? - Not a hell of a lot.

- The wheel.

Hey, Charlie. - Yes?

- The wheel, it's over here. - I come and get it.

- Well, the camp is over there.

Let's go find out what's going on.

- I wouldn't miss you and Roland

shouting at each other for anything.

(Robert chuckles)

(animals hooting)

- There's nobody here, Robert.

Let's go.

(light, anxious music)

- I don't get it.

No supplies, their guns are gone.

Their personal things are gone, too.

But where the hell are they?

It's almost as if something

forced them to get out in a hurry.

- That's if they had the time.

- What do you mean?

- This was made by a man,

and whoever made it used it to kill.

- Blood?

- Yes.

- You mean there are natives around here?

- Yes.

(animals hooting)

Worse than natives.

Yes, judging from the way this was made,

it seems as though they're still living in the Stone Age.

Robert! Robert!

Robert!

- Roland...

(foliage rustling)

- Robert!

(Robert screams)

(snake hisses)

Robert!

(animal chitters)

(birds chirping)

(snake hisses)

- Werlitzsky! Roland!

(snake hisses)

- Fool, Robert.

Only a lunatic would go bolting into the jungle like that.

- Do me a favor, I'm not in the mood

for one of your lectures on jungle survival.

Now, get us out of here.

Sorry, Rolf.

- That's okay. We mustn't start fighting now.

It won't get us far.

Let's try and find our way back to the plane.

That's easier said than done.

Where did we come from? - There I think.

- You think?

Why not from over there or there or there?

Now do you understand what I was trying to say?

- Where are they?

What the hell are they doing?

I've almost got the aircraft ready.

Why don't they come back?

If we're going to take off, it'll be too late soon.

(animals hooting)

- Charlie! - Wait.

- What are you gonna do?

- Maybe I can see something from up here.

(grunts)

- [Rolf] Can you see anything, Robert?

- Yes, I can see the wind sock.

Rolf, we're all right.

- Thank God.

(suspenseful music)

(tense screeching tones)

(flies buzzing) - Oh, my God.

They massacred them. (gunshot booms)

Come on. Come on!

- [Charlie] We'll have to wait

'til morning to take off now, Mr. Harper.

It'll be dark soon

and I can't fly blind over country like this.

- [Robert] Yeah, I know, Charlie.

(animal hooting)

- We can't be sure of anything, Robert,

but as far as we know, this jungle is inhabited by the Tejidos.

- Tejidos?

But didn't I read that they're out of the Stone Age?

- And they're also cannibals. - Shh.

Keep your voice down.

They don't know anything about this.

- Yes, cannibals.

The last cannibals left in the world,

along with some on the Amazon and in New Guinea.

- Stop! No more of that.

What are you tryin' to do, for crissakes,

give me the shakes?

What happened to those cans of drink?

(anxious music) (foliage rustling)

(can hisses)

Here. - Thanks.

(tense screeching tones)

Robert. - Yeah?

- What do you think we should do?

- Take off as soon as it's daylight.

- The wheel should hold, Charlie's done a good job.

I can't wait to get out of here.

Oh, Swan, did we wake you?

- No, you didn't.

I have to go outside. Excuse me.

- That isn't very wise.

- Oh, I'm afraid I have to.

- Okay, but don't go too far.

- Here, take this with you. - Thank you.

(ominous music)

(branches cracking)

(tense rising tones)

(Swan screaming)

- Swan! I've got to help her! - Charlie.

- No, let me go! - No, Charlie, stay here.

- Let me go! - Stop it, Charlie!

- [Charlie] They're killing her, don't you understand? Swan!

- [Robert] We've got to stay in the plane.

- You know better than... - Swan!

- To go into the jungle at night.

It's suicide.

We'll look for her in the morning.

Don't worry, we'll find her.

(animals hooting) (anxious music)

(foliage rustling) (flies buzzing)

(ominous music)

- I'll take a look from up there.

(tense screeching tones)

- Swan's dress!

(trap crackling) - Charlie!

(Charlie screaming)

(trap crashing) (Charlie groaning)

(Charlie gurgling)

(blood splattering)

(animals hooting)

- Rolf. Rolf. Rolf, snap out of it. Snap out of it.

Come on, for Christ's sake, we've gotta get out of here.

- [Rolf] What about Charlie?

- Look, there's nothing more we can do for him.

- Charlie... - Come on.

Pull yourself together, we've gotta get out of here!

(animals hooting)

- [Rolf] It was a trap, Robert.

They set it for us. - I know!

We've gotta get back to the plane.

- What about that poor girl?

- You think she's still alive?

Well, I don't.

How could I have been so stupid?

- I'll never make it. - You've got to.

We have to get back to the plane, then we'll be safe.

- Why can't you face up to the fact that we're lost, Robert?

- Cut that!

Hey, do you smell that?

Something's burning.

Come on.

(anxious music) (animals hooting)

(tense screeching tone)

(fire crackling)

(native grunting)

Swan.

(natives grunting)

(foliage rustling)

(Rolf splashing) (Robert splashing)

Look! That has to be the river that runs past the airstrip.

- Are you sure? - Yes! (splash)

It has to be. - That's great.

(Robert laughs)

- Rolf, we're going to make it.

(machete clacking)

(relaxed music)

- Hooray!

I'll tell you one thing,

if I manage to survive this damn-awful trip,

I never want to hear the word "jungle" ever again.

(chuckling)

(sighing)

(birds chirping)

(water sloshing)

The only thing that worries me now is what do we do

if those bloody savages have torn the plane apart?

- Just keep your fingers crossed.

(birds chirping)

(water crashing)

Hang on, we're caught in the current.

Pray we don't hit anything.

Rolf! Rolf, I've lost control of the rapids.

Use the pole to keep us clear. - I'm trying.

- Left!

(raft crashes)

Rolf!

(animals hooting)

(thorn sticking, cloth tearing)

(Robert splashing)

(animal chittering)

(monkey screeching)

(animals hooting)

(anxious, warbling music)

(Robert groaning)

(Robert retching)

(animals hooting)

(rattling percussion)

(natives grunting)

(Robert screaming)

- No!

No!

(water sloshing)

(animals hooting)

(rattling percussion)

(natives shouting)

(monkeys screeching)

(birds chirping)

(natives shouting)

(native grunting)

(natives chanting)

Leave me alone!

(shirt tearing) (natives laughing)

No!

No!

(shirt tearing)

(natives clamoring)

(rattling percussion)

(Robert groaning)

(natives clamoring)

Hey!

No.

(native grunting)

(natives laughing)

(natives shouting)

(Robert grunting)

Stop it!

Stop it!

(natives shouting)

Get away!

No...

No!

No.

(natives chanting)

Leave me. (groaning)

(native shouting)

Come on.

(native shouting)

- [Robert's Voiceover] A bird? The plane!

Oh, my God, they think I can fly.

(natives chanting)

- No, wait, what are you doing?

(Robert wailing)

(rattling percussion)

(natives chanting)

(anxious, warbling music)

(Robert screaming) (tense music)

(birds chirping)

(water dripping)

- [Robert's Voiceover] Why haven't they killed me?

(water trickling)

(bird squawking)

(wings flapping)

(eagle screeching)

(Robert grunting)

(Robert slamming)

(native speaking in native language)

(animals hooting)

(stick cracking)

(native screaming)

(native family member wailing)

(native screaming)

(birds cawing)

(flies buzzing)

(native children laughing)

- What the hell?

Get away.

Goddamn little monkeys, leave me alone!

Filthy animals.

(eagle screeching)

I can't eat that shit.

(fire crackling)

(water trickling)

(water dripping)

Hey.

There.

Over there.

Hey.

No.

Don't go away.

Come here, please.

Don't go away.

I want to eat.

I want to eat, huh?

Look, I'm hungry.

Help.

(Robert whimpering)

God.

(Pulan tapping)

No.

No.

No, stop.

No, wait.

No.

(Robert panting)

(stick scraping)

(breath whooshes)

(plant branch clacking)

(native children laughing)

No, no.

Damn brats.

Cut it out!

Stop it!

No.

No.

You little bastard kids!

No. (grunting)

(native children giggling)

No, look, come here, I'll show you.

Yeah?

Water.

Water, for me.

Go on.

Good.

(water trickling)

Ohh...

(Robert chuckling)

(stick clacking) (water splashing)

(native grunting) (Robert yelping)

(stone clacking)

(stone scraping)

- [Robert's Voiceover] I'm hungry...

Got to eat...

(bird screeching)

(water dripping)

(Robert grunting)

(birds wailing)

- [Robert] Come here.

(water dripping)

(bird screeching)

(tool clacking)

(bird screeching)

(rattling percussion)

(snake hissing)

(natives shouting)

(tool thudding)

(natives clamoring)

(bat squeaking)

(snake hissing)

(bat squeaking)

(eagle screeching)

(snake hissing)

(eagle screeching)

(bat squeaking)

(bones crunching)

(wings flapping)

(bones crunching)

(water dripping)

(natives chattering)

(native grunting)

(rocks clattering)

(eagle screeching)

(stone clacking)

(rattling percussion)

(native shouting)

- [Robert's Voiceover] What do they want with me?

(rattling percussion)

(anxious, warbling music)

(birds chirping)

(natives shouting)

(bats screeching)

(rattling percussion)

(natives clamoring)

(natives clapping)

(natives chanting)

(tool clacking)

(blood spurting)

(knife scraping)

(flesh tearing)

(knife scraping)

(animals hooting)

(flesh tearing)

- [Robert's Voiceover] The eagle...

(anxious, warbling music)

(natives shouting)

So that's what I'm in this hole for.

(fire crackling)

(tool thudding)

(natives chattering)

(natives slurping)

(native woman groaning)

(natives slurping)

- [Robert's Voiceover] There's no way

I'm gonna be bait for any crocodile.

(ominous music)

(meat thudding)

(rock thudding) (native grunting)

(rock thudding)

(rock thudding) (native grunting)

(animals hooting)

(mosquito buzzing)

(animals hooting)

(Pulan gasping)

(native woman groaning)

(baby crying)

(baby splashes)

(crocodile splashing)

(crocodile crunching)

(animals hooting)

(Robert grunting)

(Robert gasping)

(animals hooting)

(water sloshing)

Oh!

(Robert grunting)

(ominous music)

(bugs chirping)

(ominous music)

(animal hooting)

(fist thudding)

(hand slapping)

(Robert grunting)

(bugs chirping)

(Pulan panting)

(Robert grunting)

(Pulan moaning)

(animals hooting)

(relaxed music)

(relaxed music)

(laughing)

Fish.

That's good.

Thank you.

Ah.

(relaxed music continues)

(Robert spitting)

(animals hooting)

(lightning crackling)

(rain pattering)

(thunder booming) (Pulan gasping)

(Robert grunting)

Rolf!

(men laughing)

(fire crackling)

(Robert shivering)

Hey.

Hey, Rolf. - Yeah?

- Like I was telling ya, the place is a mansion.

I'll take you there, old buddy.

It's only an hour's drive from Los Angeles,

up the coast in Malibu.

I bought it off a big shot in the movies.

He must have been a nutcase. (laughs)

What a deal. - Robert.

- Why, it's worth three times as much.

The air conditioning alone must have cost him a fortune.

- Robert. - And you know what?

He didn't even turn it on, it used too much energy.

- Robert. - Mad.

A complete basket case.

You don't have to do a thing, not a thing.

It's all electronic. - Okay, Robert.

- Opens the doors, turns on the showers,

and you can even cook a juicy steak.

- Robert!

Robert,

you're eating bat meat, Robert.

You understand?

And it wasn't cooked electronically.

Don't go mad on me now, goddammit.

We've got to keep our wits about us to survive!

(water sloshing)

My refrigerator.

- Huh, not bad.

Think you can make it, old buddy?

- I don't know.

I didn't even think of trying on my own.

- You'll do it.

If only we could make the girl

realize our lives depend on the plane.

- I tried to, Robert.

None of the dialects I know

seem to have any meaning for her at all.

(water trickles) Christ.

According to the manuals on survival,

wherever you tread, the earth

should be full of enzymes and natural antibiotics

but my knee is still rotting away.

- They thought I could fly.

They must have seen the plane.

Do something, Rolf.

I mean, for Christ's sake, she speaks.

Words come out of her mouth.

You must be able to understand something.

- Those aren't words, Robert.

These tribes don't use language as we know it.

(Pulan wailing)

(helicopter whirring)

You know what that is?

Stop! Stop! We're down here!

Hey, hey, down here!

Hey, down here!

Hey!

Look, we're down here! We're here! We're down here!

Look down here!

- There's no sign of life anywhere except the plane

sitting on the strip near the camp.

The batteries are still good.

It'd be no problem flying it out.

If they're down there,

it'll take a ground search to find 'em.

The jungle's so thick, all we can see is tree trunks.

- Here! Down here! Here!

- Zion 612 calling base.

Five minutes left on fuel range.

Abandoning search pattern now.

We'll turn back on inner leg of section 96.

Those guys are lost down there, God help 'em.

- Stop!

Stop, we're down here!

Stop, don't leave us!

We're here, we're alive!

We're here! Come back!

(helicopter whirring)

(animals hooting)

This water tastes terrible.

- Well, we've survived all right up to now.

Think of all the germs we've swallowed so far.

Microbes totally unknown to us and yet we're still alive.

- Wait just a minute.

Wouldn't this river be the one that flows past the airstrip?

- Don't know. This damn jungle is full of rivers. (groans)

This leg's starting to go numb on me.

- There must be some way we can find out where we are.

- Look, there's only one person who could get us

out of this and we know who that is, don't we?

(light anxious music)

But she'd never lead us in the right direction,

even if there was a way we could get her to understand.

- Why shouldn't she?

- Robert, getting back to the plane isn't our only problem.

The real problem is getting there alive.

- The cannibals. - Yes, exactly.

They're still there and they're a lot stronger than we are.

The jungle is their natural element.

- We'd be providing them

with the chance of a good meal, you mean.

God, how terrible.

- Maybe it's terrible in our world but it isn't in theirs.

Everyone becomes a link in the chain of survival.

(water sloshing)

(crocodile splashing)

Robert!

(Pulan screaming)

(crocodile splashing)

(Robert grunting)

(Pulan gasping)

(animals hooting)

(snake hissing)

Don't move.

(foliage rustling)

(snake hissing)

(birds chirping)

(snake hisses)

Well, at least we've got a deadly weapon now.

Cobra poison kills in seconds.

(animals hooting)

Wait.

That's the way we have to go.

She's leading us in the wrong direction.

She's frightened, Robert.

She knows that way takes us through the cannibals.

- The river.

- Yes.

- Of course you're right.

The helicopter won't find us.

Anyway, I think they've given up on us.

Okay, we'll try.

We can't stay here forever.

- Robert, if we have to make a run for it,

don't let me hold you back.

(animals hooting)

(owl calling)

- Do you see what I see?

The airfield.

We've made it.

(Rolf laughing)

That's the most beautiful sight I've seen in years.

- [Rolf] We'll get there, God willing.

- Of course He's willing.

Yay, Lord!

(ominous music)

(Rolf yelping)

(foliage rustling)

(tense, screeching tones)

(native calling forward)

(tense ominous music)

(natives shouting)

(tense, ominous music)

(natives grunting)

(Pulan screaming)

(spear whooshing) (Rolf yelping)

- Robert...

(Rolf groaning)

Leave me here, Robert.

Go on.

- Forget it, old buddy.

I'm not leaving you here.

(Ralph grunting)

(tool clacking)

(relaxed music)

(natives grunting)

- [Rolf] Oh, God.

(water trickling)

(relaxed music)

(relaxed music swells)

(organs squelching)

(leaves sizzling) (relaxed music continues)

(meat snapping)

(bones crunching) (meat tearing)

(water rushing) (birds chirping)

(water sloshing)

(tense music)

(natives grunting)

(native grunting)

(weapons clacking)

(Robert grunting)

(tense music continues)

(native groaning)

(water crashing)

(animals hooting)

(blood spurting)

(Robert grunting)

(Robert wailing)

(water splashing)

(birds chirping)

(gentle, suspenseful music)

- Come on, Rolf.

- I can't make it.

- Just try to walk a little.

In my place, you would've done the same thing.

You gotta help me.

Please help me.

Help me.

(Rolf groaning)

Tell me you would've done the same thing.

Answer.

Answer me.

(birds chirping)

(gentle suspense music continues)

There, look at them.

Come on, look at them.

Don't you realize, Rolf?

I had to do it for our lives.

(ominous music continues)

- Please

take

me home.

(Robert weeping)

- You see, Rolf?

We're nearly there.

Yeah.

My friend, I want you to know

I would never have made it without you.

I never would've made it without you, buddy.

Way to do it.

We showed 'em. We showed 'em.

(plane engine sputtering)

(bugs chirping)

(plane engine sputtering)

(foliage rustling)

Come on, baby, come on.

(plane engine rumbling)

I'm gonna take you home now, Rolf.

Yeah.

I'm gonna take you home.

(plane engine rumbling)

(relaxed ensemble music)

(inaudible)

(ensemble music swells)

(relaxed ensemble music continues)

(relaxed ensemble music continues)