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- Mike?

Mike?

Mike?

Just stay put, shitface!

What do you want?

Where is that motherfucker?

I don't know, I just got out of the hospital.

I'm looking for Mike too.

I mean, I need some...

I got to get some horse.

Don't play cute!

We've been looking for your friend Mike for a month.

Son of a bitch took off with a 100 grand.

A 100 Grand, our 100 Grand from our horse.

I didn't know, I didn't know anything about it.

Come on shitface, where is he?

I tell you I don't know, I don't know!

This is so you know what Mike's got coming

to him for ripping us off, pigface!

I had nothing to do with it.

Let me go, please!

Okay,just let me go?

Sure, so you can tip him off huh, shitface?

No, I won't.

I won't, I swear.

Hey Tyrone.

I owe you five bucks.

Who was he?

Tim Barret, a user, occasional pusher.

He was released from a turkey trot just this morning.

Yeah, how long he been there?

Five Weeks. They thought he'd made it over the hump.

Yeah, well he has now.

Girlfriend?

No, she owns the apartment.

The janitor says her name is Myrna Stenn.

She's a tour guide, out of town at the moment, so it seems.

Well, what is he doing here then?

Who knows, maybe looking for someone?

You know how this sounds like to me?

No.

Sounds like a hassle between small time pushers!

Look, trace the girl.

Yeah?

She is the only one who can lead us to anything.

And I want a detailed report from ballistics

as soon as they're through, see you Sergeant.

Alright!

I missed the Giants again.

What a hole, Rudy!

I thought Panaguaya was going to be a real town?

Yeah, with discotheques and with a Macy's branch store

and two or three guys rolling by on their Kawasakis, eh?

Some vacation I had to go and pick for myself.

You two sure suckered me on this one!

I told you, never trust my sister.

Never trust you and your adventures in the jungle.

Come on, Gloria.

Let's go change those damned dollars of yours, okay?

I want to try and find myself a shower!

We'll be lucky if we can find some gas.

Hmpf, yeah.

Buenos dias.

Buenos dias.

Buenos dias, senor.

(speaking foreign language)

Ah excuse me is there any way to get a shower around here?

(speaking foreign language)

What did he say?

He wants to take you home.

He has a shower.

Por favor?

Si?

In Bogota they told me to follow this road,

past the, hasta aqui, to here and then...

(speaking foreign language)

We don't know exactly, senor.

We're looking for a village called Manyoca.

(speaking foreign language)

Animals, jungle, snakes!

(speaking foreign language)

But there must be a village by that name!

(speaking foreign language)

There is a river Manyoca, but to go

in there by jeep is too difficult.

You must cross the rio and then follow a trail,

80 miles, and very bad!

(speaking foreign language)

Su dinero, senora.

Gracias.

Well Sergeant, how about that shower?

That dumb twat is really getting to me.

I almost wish she'd get left behind.

We've still got half an hour to go.

She'll get here.

(speaking foreign language)

Adios!

Ciao, guerita!

How did the shower go?

Oh not bad.

So long Juanito, and try washing some time, huh!

Ciao, mamacita!

(speaking foreign language)

(speaking foreign language)

Bet this village of yours doesn't even exist.

You probably dreamed it up one night

while you were writing your thesis.

I didn't dream anything up, look at this article.

It was written four years ago, August 21 st, 1976.

Hmm, we've heard several reports recently that along

the Branco River, one of the Amazon's major tributaries,

at least three incidents of cannibalism have

been witnessed by outsiders.

In the village of Manyoca...

Oh you can't believe everything you read.

She didn't believe it either, that's why we're here.

In two months, thank God, it will all be over.

I'll present my dissertation and then I'll be

through hearing about cannibals.

Mind if a dummy asks what it is you hope to

find in this blessed village?

I told you, my thesis claims that cannibalism

as an organized practice of human society does not exist.

And historically has never existed.

So much the better, dear!

According to Gloria, man-eat-man is bullshit.

Let's say it was an invention of racist colonialism.

Which had a vested interest in creating the myth

of the ferocious subhuman savage fit only for extermination.

Hah, the mythical lie of cannibal ferox was only an

alibi to justify the greed and cruelty of the conquistadors.

But what's Manyoca got to do with it?

Well, if we can prove, that the incidents of cannibalism

reported by that magazine, never actually happened...

I'll have rock solid definitive support

for my PHD dissertation.

Well you promised to take a bunch of pictures of me,

and that's all I care about.

Hey man, you think there is a chance

we'll bump into a few cocoa leaves?

Gloria, do you believe this girl?

Hey what's that?

What?

(speaking foreign language)

Eww, why is he...

He's doing it to avoid bad luck.

What's the matter, Gloria, are you alright?

(speaking foreign language)

What did she say?

(speaking foreign language)

Claro?

Claro.

Very clear.

The life of the weak, for that of the strong!

You stake him out and the snakes

will go for him instead of us.

The law of the jungle.

You want me to drive?

No, I can hack it for another hour or so.

Oh look, an iguana!

Don't hit it!

Hey watch it you!

Where the hell are you going?

Goddamn, jaywalking iguana, that's all we need now.

Alright, Gloria, you drive and I'll push, okay?

Yeah.

Shit.

Come on Pat, get out and help.

Come on.

Okay, easy, don't race it too much.

That's it.

That's it, rock it.

Go, go!

Okay hold it, that's it!

Score one for the good guys.

Vacation...

Oh shit.

Good boy Rudy, we've got 1000s of bottles of whiskey.

Hey leave some for the troops!

I'll pretend it's a mint julep.

Ssshht, don't move.

Huh?

Don't move.

Argh, shit.

It's alright now, princess, you're still the fairest

in the land,just kidding.

Yeah, looks like you're ready for that drink.

Why couldn't we've made it Acapulco

instead of this poisoned paradise?

All you would've found there, would've been white widows.

All these trees, it's not even a trail anymore!

Oh, cut it out!

A little positive thinking never hurt anyone.

So what do you wanna do, go on or go back?

There is nothing marked on this map.

Nothing but swamp.

It's simple, let's toss a coin!

For me it's no problem, either way, I don't give a shit.

Okay babe, head's we go on and tail's we give in.

You on?

Flip it.

Okay.

Heads.

Well, we're a go.

Should've come with a hovercraft!

I wish I'd gone to Acapulco.

Hey, I think we're sinking!

Ah shit, shit, the engine's blown.

There goes our transport.

Okay, let's get everything we can carry out

before it all goes under.

Yeah, right.

Don't forget the whiskey.

You worry about the first aid kit and the batteries.

And I'll get the rest.

Here.

I'd hate to see it all go down the drain

because a jeep gets stuck!

Well, we have 2 options.

One we turn back, Panaguaya is a three or four day hike.

Or we hoof it to the river, assuming we can find it.

Does it make a difference?

No, I mean either way we gotta hike, so move ahead.

You never know, we may run

into somebody to hitch a ride from.

Or better yet, even stumble on your blessed village

and kill two parrots with one cracker!

Stay where you are.

How disgusting.

Let's get out of here, I've got a bad feeling.

Rudy, Rudy wake up!

What's happening?

Anaconda!

Oh poor little thing!

Forget it Gloria, there's nothing you can do!

Just might have been one of us.

How much longer we got to go?

I've had it, oh my poor feet!

Oh, come on, think positive!

The river can't be too far now.

Come on, this way!

Oh my god.

God, oh God!

I want to get out of here, get out of here, I want out!

Pat, Pat stop it.

You'll only make it worse, stop it!

I cant, I'm going crazy, I can't, I can't!

That's enough, cut it out!

Help us, help us.

Quick give me a hand with him and let's move.

Who are you guys, what happened?

Cannibals, they attacked us.

We got to get out of here, come on!

Pat, get my gear.

The Manyoca River

is less than two miles away.

If we can make it, we'll be okay.

You feeling better now?

Yeah thanks.

Only a swallow, okay?

Okay.

Last bottle we got left.

Firsthand evidence is the best evidence,

and here we are.

Yeah, we're from New York too.

My name is Mike, Mike Logan.

That asshole there is Joe, a born loser!

Unlucky, huh?

Nah,just a fuck-up!

Want some?

No, I don't drink.

This here is my speed.

Cocaine?

Want some?

Snow is bottom line, it doesn't break you down,

no needles, no horseshit, and you feel real.

You haven't told us yet what you

were doing in that clearing.

What happened to you?

Right, it isn't like we met in Rockefeller Center, is it?

Had a bad trip, didn't we Joe?

We came down here, oh around a month ago, from Tenuyo.

We hopped on down to Panaguaya to stock up on snow.

And that's where we met this guy...

Who?

Oh a Portuguese, emerald prospector.

Suarez was his name, a good looking guy, about 30.

Been down here for years.

So I got this idea, why not join up with him, I said to Joe.

We'll all go into business together.

Emeralds and cocaine, can't miss me!

But...

How'd you get out here?

We traveled up the stream to Manyoca.

Started panning the riverbed, all three of us.

That Portuguese was real sharp.

Then a week ago...

What happened?

A week ago, just as when we were zeroing in on what

looked like a rich vein, we began to notice that

they were there, hanging around in the bushes--

Listen, Mike!

Shut up asshole.

I wanted to turn back, but Suarez said they were harmless.

Anyway one night they suddenly jumped us three.

Took us prisoner and dragged us off to their damned village.

It's 10 miles away from here, maybe less, who knows.

It was a bad, bad scene.

But, how can you be so sure they were cannibals?

Maybe they were only primitives?

Oh yeah, twat?

Then listen to what your primitives did to us!

When we got to their damn village, they shut us up

in a bamboo cage, stuck in a stinking mud hole.

Infested with three inch long bloodsuckers.

We had dozens all over us in minutes.

You want to know how much blood we lost?

The Portuguese got the worst of it.

God knows why, but they seemed to hate him with a passion.

They tied him to a stake in the middle of the village.

And then...

Go on Mike.

And then they castrated him with a machete,

and then they, they ate his genitals!

No Mike, damn it, stop it, that's enough.

It doesn't matter, it's been done.

Okay, okay Joe.

The main thing is that we got out of it.

We managed to escape with the help of

those two poor bastards back there.

You saw them, didn't you?

They tied him to a stake,

and they castrated him with a machete,

and then they ate his genitals.

Cannibalism as an organized practice of

human society does not exist.

Don't you ever get bored playing with your six-shooter?

Gloria?

Gloria?!

Gloria!?

Hey what's up?

Gloria has disappeared, we got to do something.

She can't be far, calm down.

Joe, wake up!

I'm awake!

We got to try to and find Gloria.

Now you go with Rudy and try to keep out of

the heavy brush as much as possible.

I'll search along the riverbed with Pat.

Wait a minute, I got no weapons, Mike!

Rudy has got his machete, now get going.

Pat, come on!

Gloria!?

Gloria!?

SSShht.

Oh Christ, a village.

Listen, let's turn back.

If they catch us, they'll tear us to pieces.

Looks like there's no one there?

Maybe they're all gone?

Wait for me here.

Don't be crazy Rudy, they'll kill you, they'll kill you!

Let's get out of here, look, please!

Is that the Portuguese?

Yeah, but let's go, let's get out of here!

Gloria, where are you?

Ssshht, listen.

Help!

Help, help, help!

Gloria, are you alright?

Oh God, help me Mike.

Help me please!

Don't move.

Don't move!

Alright, alright, it's all over.

Come on, don't just stand there, give me a little help.

Oh my God, did you have to torture it that way?

What, do you get off on ecology, huh twat?

You're out of your mind.

You scared the pants off of all of us.

How did you fall into that damn hole?

I've got no idea.

I wanted to go and have a wash in the river,

and the ground just gave away under me...

And you were damn lucky.

The lndios usually plant a poisoned shag

round of bamboo stakes in their traps.

Where are the others?

Haven't you had enough yet?

There's something, I can't figure out!

What's that?

I don't know, but how come all the younger lndios have

left the village and when we go

near those old ones over there...

Why do they act so scared?

I told you the whole story.

How could they not be uptight after what happened?

Yeah.

Yeah maybe it is like you say.

But they seem scared of us.

Of our white skin.

As if we are gong to do something to them.

Should be the other way around.

Oh come on, cut it with this drivel.

Listen, I'd say Gloria's questions have been well answered.

Is this sufficient?

Isn't it what you wanted to know?

Yes, let's turn back, the sooner the better.

Joe, Joe.

Oh Christ.

He's fainted.

Here, make him drink.

He is really sick.

I've got some Clorom in the first aid kit!

His pulse rate is very, very weak.

Mike!

Help me get him in the shade.

I'm burning, I'm burning up.

Do something, I don't want to die like this.

Now take it easy, be patient.

You'll feel better tomorrow, you'll see.

Here, let me give him a sip of water.

Pus is forming in the wounds.

I'm afraid of blood poisoning.

What are we going to do now?

Give him all the antibiotics you've got left

and let's leave him here.

Better only one of us buys it, right.

We can build a stretcher and take him with us.

Bullshit.

We wouldn't get three miles and it would be useless anyway.

Then we'll wait here until he can walk again.

Listen, twat.

I could probably make it on my own.

But I like you kids so I'll stay with you

and we'll sink or swim together.

Now I've got four slugs in this thing still.

No use against the cannibals, but enough for us.

If they come back...

Bang, that's it.

Agreed?

- Agreed.

Give me just a little more, it's fantastic.

What do you do in the Big Apple?

I was working in a motel to pay my way through college.

A shitty 160 a week to clerk nights in the Bronx.

On your toes from dusk 'till dawn, six nights a week.

What a shovelful.

No extras?

Oh, a little now and then.

When we'd get some Iowa farmer

with a briefcase full of bread.

That didn't take much effort, did it?

Oh, macho attitude.

Those redneck dudes are really a pain.

Instead of screwing, Wilbur sits around all

night and complains to you about

his dingy old lady and his tax returns.

Real assholes!

Want to know something?

Had you nailed down the minute I saw you!

Oh you did, what, that I'm a little whore?

All the way!

A hot pussied little whore, who arrived

down here looking for freedom.

A victim of puritanical breeding, seeking release

for strange new feelings.

Hey, how would you like to make an lndio girl?

There they are!

They've been playing with that tortoise since early morning.

Let's give them a surprise.

- Okay.

Watch him.

Hold it.

She's a virgin, if I ever saw one.

Just like me, I imagine. (laughs)

Now hold still you little bitch.

You try anything and I'll cut your throat out.

We only want to have some fun, you see.

We'll be doing it,just hold still.

What are you waiting for, Pat, come on.

Enjoy, make her scream.

Don't be shy, she's all yours.

Go ahead, Pat.

She's only a filthy little cannibal.

Cut her, don't be afraid.

Come on.

Let's see some blood.

(speaking foreign language)

Shut up.

Shut up!

Or I'll blow your mouth out of the other side of your head.

Mike!

You didn't have to do that!

Why did you kill her, you bastard?

Get off my case, motherfucker!

Get out of here.

Get up, run!

Come on!

Don't try it again or you'll end up like her, understand?

Rudy,Rudy!

Rudy!

Rudy!

What's the matter?

It's Joe, he's had a relapse.

His fever is very high and he's having difficulty breathing.

The infection is spreading.

Did you give him any pills?

The Clorom is all finished.

All we have left is a little Quinine.

What you need is more antibiotics.

But it's probably too late now.

Anyway, you know what the lndios call blood poisoning?

The sickness within the sickness.

If one of them happens to get it, they separate him

from the others and let him die.

Then crows arrive to keep the guy company.

Hundreds of them, screeching and cawing

and biding time until they--

Come on, drop it, will you?

Okay, baby, okay.

There is the root of a plant, the Sokaney.

It can bring fever down.

I'll go look around for some.

Be back before dark.

What happened down at the river?

I heard a shot.

He killed a young lndio girl.

I don't know why.

But one thing is for sure.

I wouldn't put anything past that bastard.

Oh, get me out of here, there's piranhas here,

get me out of this swamp.

Joe.

Get me out of here, it's full of piranhas.

It's alright Joe, there are no piranhas.

Calm down, calm down.

Why don't you get some sleep?

Nah, I couldn't.

We've been two dummies, haven't we, Rudy?

Hmpf, how to waste a vacation.

And maybe our lives too?

Yeah.

No, I don't want to die.

Don't leave me here to die, don't leave me here.

Come on, you won't Joe, don't worry.

Don't leave me.

Joe, we're going to take you with us, I promise.

Now just be good, huh?

Listen, Gloria.

There is something I got to tell you!

You can tell us tomorrow, calm down.

No, I have to tell you about it, listen.

None of that story is true, what Mike

said about the cannibals.

What do you mean?

That what he told you, is a lot of batshit.

But we all saw the Portuguese tied to the stake!

You saw an unrecognizable corpse.

Now listen to me.

You're gonna hear everything.

There never was any Portuguese named Suarez.

He was just an lndio that we met in Panaguaya.

He was a real smart dude.

Mike nicknamed him "the Portuguese" because he could

speak a few words of the language.

Mike and I had to split from New York in a hurry,

because we pulled a sting at a couple of Brooklyn horse men.

We came down here planning to prospect for emeralds.

Mike had got this fixation.

He kept pumping the lndio about where we could find some.

And finally he gave us the information we wanted.

At a place called Manyoca,

there was a river full of the stones.

He had found a lot of them there himself.

When Mike asked for proof,

he pulled out three uncut emeralds.

Anyway, we took off the next morning

with the lndio as our guide.

The idea was to rip him off,

swipe all the Emeralds he had already found.

We figured he must've had a big pile

of them hidden some place.

Most likely in his home village.

Mike had me really going.

All I could think about was, I was going to be rich.

We would hit when the time was right.

Fast and final.

We panned a gravel at the Manyoca River Bed for over

a week with the help of some local lndios.

Man, we must've sifted through a hundred tons of that silt.

But we didn't find a single gem.

One morning, while the lndios were all hard at it...

The Portuguese and his buddies sure weren't expecting it.

They thought white men were all fair and honest.

We made them take us to the village.

It was all going easier than we thought.

All the young bucks were off somewhere fishing

and most of the women ran away into the jungle.

Just those with babies and a bunch of

old fogies were all that was left.

First thing Mike did, was take

the guy's three emeralds off him.

Then he began torturing him to make him

tell where he had stashed the rest.

The Portuguese kept screaming

that he only had those three stones.

Let Mike kill him if he didn't believe him.

But Mike, Mike had a better idea.

With all that cocaine he was on, Mike went completely crazy.

He seemed to get a perverted kick out of

making that poor son of a bitch suffer.

I couldn't take anymore of that butchery.

I tried to make him stop but Mike just got more

and more hysterical and pushed me away.

Then...

He moaned and groaned all night long,

but he didn't die until the next morning.

God, how he suffered.

We couldn't stay in the village any longer.

We had to get out of there before the younger men

came back from their fishing.

Mike decided to take along a hostage.

Someone who could also guide us back through the jungle.

Well, after we made out maybe a mile,

that son of a bitch trap there, came down and got the girl.

Then this warrior charged out like a maniac,

but Mike is a tough customer.

Yeah, it was Mike who killed the guy.

But before Mike got him, he shoved his pig sticker into me

and you showed up right after that.

- But then, the cannibals...

Oh this is absurd, it's crazy!

I thought it was a little fishy, I knew it!

Just looking at those old men out there.

The fear and the hate in their eyes.

He must be totally insane.

With what he's done, he has driven them

right back to the level of animals.

Oh god, they are so exasperated,

God only knows what they'll do to us if they catch us.

And worse.

They're sure not gonna split any hairs.

We'll all pay for this.

Guilty or not.

We have to get away from him, now!

And get Pat away from him.

Goddammit, where is Pat?

They have gone!

And they've took everything with them.

My cameras, the first aid kit, the compass, everything.

And the 5000 dollars I kept with the map.

Pat, how could she do this to us?

Leaving us here alone, with Joe in there dying.

Mike sucked her in.

Pat is a doormat, totally insecure.

Oh God, I thought I knew her.

It's all our fault, we should never have brought her along.

Well, she seemed so easygoing.

Like she could handle herself.

Anyway, spilled milk is spilled milk.

Oh Rudy, Rudy I can't.

Come on now, sis.

Don't make it worse, huh?

After all Stanley found what's his name, didn't he?

It's a round world.

You can't just fall off, come on.

We'll start with the visit to a legendary opium den.

The House of Ming.

This way please, let's move it along, this way.

Keep together please.

Move along, we're running late, come on.

If you say so yeah right, sure thing.

Yeah, hmm-mm, yeah, bye.

That's her, there.

Now then, the House of Ming dates from 1867--

Excuse me, Miss.

Are you Myrna Stenn?

YES, Why?

Lieutenant Rizzo, 17th Precinct.

I'd like you to come with me.

But I can't do that now, I am working.

So am I.

How long have you been living in

that apartment on McDougal Street?

About a year.

You live alone?

Most of the time.

Lately, I've had a temporary boarder.

A guy I met in a bar.

Yeah, Mike Logan?

How did you know?

That's not important.

Look what do you know about Mike Logan?

Nothing much, I'm not the nosy type like you.

Yes, but if you have lived with the man, right

you got to know something about him, right?

Yeah, he's tall, slim and nice,

maybe a little wild for my taste.

But what are you so interested in Mike for?

Because the boy that was murdered in your apartment

used to buy smack from your dear friend Mike.

Come on, where's he hiding?

I haven't the faintest idea.

I didn't even know about what happened in my place.

I told you, I've been in Vegas for the past five weeks.

When you picked me up this morning we'd just gotten in.

Okay, get back to work.

Myrna, be careful huh?

And if you hear of anything give me a call.

Ross.

Yeah?

I want you to put a tail on that girl.

Around the clock, you got me?

Yeah but that's going to cost a lot.

I don't care what it costs.

We get federal aid, don't we?

Now,just do it.

Alright.

Poor Joe, what a waste.

You know in a way, Mike killed him too.

Who knows how they met each other.

We know nothing about him.

Not even his last name.

They probably took his passport as well.

Listen.

Now we got to think about us.

Let's bury him and get out of here.

I figure if we follow the Manyoca upstream,

there must be other villages, let's go.

Okay.

A rotten papaya.

Do you know what that means?

Yeah, a curse on us.

Oh Rudy, I'm scared, it's too quiet here.

I know something is going to happen.

There is someone here.

Ah...

Don't watch!

No, no...

I think I'm gonna be sick, get me out of here!

Come on, come on.

I think the river is somewhere over there.

Maybe we're safe there.

Run,go!

Throw down the knife Rudy, it's better!

Please just let me go, let me go.

Rudy, damn it, do something.

Pat, Pat!

Please, please Rudy!

Gloria, Gloria!

Help me!

Get me out!

Let us out of here, this is enough.

I'll kill you, I'll kill all of you.

No, no don't!

Let us out of here!

I can't take it, I can't take it!

Cannibalism doesn't exist,

it has never existed!

Why did you want to meet out here?

Did Mike send you?

Where is Mike?

No way honey.

You know very well where that son of a bitch is

and you're going to tell us!

Come on bitch, where's your stud?

I don't know where Mike is!

Wrong answer!

Lay off me you bastard.

I don't know anything, I swear it.

Paul, the police!

Let's get out of here, come on.

No, please, no!

We'll get her later.

Are you alright, Miss Stenn?

Yeah, but how do you know my name?

I've been tailing you for three days, aren't you honored?

Come on.

You could have ended up on a slab, also!

Then we'd have two murders instead of one,

thanks to your precious Mike Logan.

But, look I--

Look, why are you trying to hide from me the fact,

that Mike was your boyfriend?

Are all you girls today so stupid?

Listen, six weeks ago, your precious little Mike ripped off

100,000 Dollars from the Brooklyn Mob and they're

all over the city these days headhunting for him.

That can't be.

No?

Six weeks ago, I was pregnant.

And Mike made me get rid of it.

He said he was broke.

That with no security he'd be damned

if he brought kids into the world.

No, no, no Mike was loaded, too loaded.

Okay, come on, tell me, tell me where he is.

Up to three weeks ago he was in Bogota, in Columbia.

He called me one night and said he was

going into the Amazon, Panaguaya.

Yeah, I think that was the name of the place.

Wait here!

Bill.

I want you to telex Interpol in Bogota.

Put a tracer on a Mike Logan, presumed to be in Panaguaya.

You can get the mug details from Ross, got it?

Hell, all I've been doing is telexing Bogota.

Last night about three students who drove off in their

Range Rover and disappeared, and now this Logan jerk?

How do you spell Panaguaya?

Look, don't worry how you spell it, huh,just hurry it up!

What are they doing to him?

Cauterizing the wound.

Otherwise he'd bleed to death.

Will we be tortured like that, or be killed?

SSShht.

Rudy, where are they taking us?

I don't know.

I dropped my chain necklace back in the village.

And also my sunglasses and credit card.

Our only hope is for someone to find them.

Only if someone notices we've disappeared.

And if it's not too late already.

Anyway, whenever we get a chance,

one of us has to make a break for it, try and find help.

We're going to land.

Listen, I think I can make it.

No Rudy don't, it's too dangerous.

We'll never get out of this alive.

Can't lose anything by trying.

You got to help me, distract their attention.

Just before we touch.

Yell like crazy and dump yourself into the water.

Okay, sis?

Okay.

God, help me, for God's sake, help me!

Help me, ah Jesus.

Do something!

Rudy, Rudy, oh please help him!

No, no, no!

Rudy,no!

Gloria!

Gloria!

Oh, are you hurt?

No, no it's nothing.

I don't wanna be killed.

I don't wanna be killed.

Help me Gloria, help me!

Oh Pat, don't cry Pat.

Help me Gloria, I'm so scared

Calm down.

Water, water!

Give me some water. Damn you I'm thirsty. Please!

I'll kill you, let me out of here or I'll kill you.

I'll kill all of you bastards, water!

Starvation, we'll just shrivel up and die in here!

Damn fool I've been.

What'd you Say?

What a God-dammed fool I was.

Thinking I had to leave New York

to find the reasons behind cannibalism.

Do you realize, it's us, the so-called civilized people

who are responsible for their cruelty.

But it's not.

Us and our superior society.

But that's completely nuts.

No, violence breeds violence.

No don't, it could be Rudy's!

No, no, I can't.

Please I can't.

I can't take this anymore.

I can't take it anymore, I want to get out of here.

God, let me out, I want to get out!

Please God, get me out of here.

No Pat, don't cry dear.

Let's sing something.

Sing?

Yes, sing, to keep our spirits up

and to show they can't break us down, alright?

(lyrics) From this valley they say you are leaving

Oh I miss your bright eyes and sweet smile

And I know you'll be taking the sunshine

That has brightened our path for awhile

Come and sit by my side 'til you're leaving

Do not hasten to bid me adieu

And remember the Red River Valley

And the cowboy that loved you so true

When you think of the loved ones you're leaving

And the words that I'll never could say

Just remember that I also love you

Although you may have learned it too late D

(speaking foreign language)

(speaking foreign language)

What did he say?

Mike Logan and Joseph Costolani did come through here,

and so did the others, but he doesn't know where they went.

(speaking foreign language)

What can we do?

(speaking foreign language)

(speaking foreign language)

You don't have a helicopter?

A guide who knows the area?

Senorita don't worry, we have the seaplane...

(speaking foreign language)

(speaking foreign language)

(speaking foreign language)

You hear that, there is someone coming, ssshht!

You've got it?

Yeah.

Mike!

Mike, pull us out!

Come on, what are you waiting for?

No, Mike!

Why are you turning?

We're heading back, they couldn't have

gotten beyond this point, jungle is too dense.

Hold on.

Let's make a last try a little to the south.

Have you got enough gas for that?

Yes.

Help!

Hey, I'm here, help me!

I'm down here, come back.

Nothing, I think we're wasting our time.

Want to turn back to Panaguaya?

No, not yet!

No.

I was dreaming of our house.

Up in Butternut Hills, in New Jersey.

And my old man was standing there bawling

and smiling at me.

And he was saying: "Come here and let daddy hold you."

"You're forgiven Patricia!"

Forgiven?

On my 16th birthday, I took off with this Johnny.

It's been so long.

You know I haven't thought about my dad for more

than three years, since he died.

He was bedridden for months.

He didn't ask one word about me.

You were very fond of him, weren't you?

Yeah.

Don't hurt me, please, I haven't done any--

Gloria!

Gloria!

No, no!

No!

Look, there it is, on the right.

Can you take us down over there?

Do you have enough space?

I'll try, hang on.

It was Davis', I recognize the plate!

(speaking foreign language)

(speaking foreign language)

Mr. Wilson, I gave this watch to Mike.

I had his initials engraved on the casing.

Sancho, can you talk to him?

See if he knows anything?

Ask him where he found these things, could you?

(speaking foreign language)

(speaking foreign language)

What is it that he's saying?

He said that there were five people in a canoe,

it was overturned and they were all eaten by crocodiles.

God in heaven.

Well, there is nothing else to do.

Let's go back to Panaguaya.

Oh God, please let her die soon.

Oh let her die soon.

And let me die soon too, please!

No!

No, no why, don't die now!

No please, no, don't die, no!

No!

Come on now, sis.

After all Stanley found what's his name, didn't he?

It's a round world, you can't just fall off.

You can't just fall off, you can't just fall off...

You said we'll get four- to five hundred for him?

Oh, at least.

Can't wait until I get the fuck

out of this poisoned paradise.

I'll fly right up to Acapulco and tie one on for 10 days.

That ain't no holler man.

No monkey of any kind.

Hey, Jose.

Help me!

We are gathered here today for a most happy event!

The awarding of a doctor's degree in anthropology

to Miss Gloria Davis.

We are overjoyed to have Gloria back among us.

Our illustrious student miraculously survived

a tragic accident that took place

just three months ago in the Amazon jungle.

She went down to that Godforsaken area

out of her love for science.

To corroborate first hand, her doctoral dissertation:

"Cannibalism: End of a Myth."

With her were her brother Rudolph acting as

a research assistant and three other courageous companions.

All of whom lost their lives when their canoe capsized.

To these daring young adventurers whose spirits

are with us here today I'm sure, go our heartfelt

thoughts, appreciation and professional applause.

Gloria has understandably decided to refrain from

recounting her harrowing ordeal.

But what matters is the fact, that she

brought back confirmation of the correctness of her theory.

Thus contributing to the destruction of a cruel myth,

the notion that man eats man.

She has demonstrated in sum,

that anthropophagy, does not exist.

Thus it is with great pride, in the name of this institute

that I bestow upon Gloria Davis,

the academic title of Doctor of Sciences and Anthropology.

With an honorable mention in the form of this gold medal.

Gloria!

Gloria?