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Aim the light to the left.

No... there is fine.

Shit!

We haven't come fishing. - Come on.

You almost got us caught tonight.

We're no longer in Cayenne... if I leave your body here, the wild pigs will be done in 24 hours.

If I gut you and they smell you, it'll be even faster.

Sorry... - Go in front.

Thanks. - You're welcome.

You're third in line. - So?

They always eat the third one.

The "Surucucu"... a nasty snake.

The first startles him, the second puts him on guard... and he attacks the third one.

Officers' cabin: me and Louis. Petty officers: Claudio, Soupe and the kid.

Junior, take care of garimpeiros' cabin. They arrive tomorrow.

What's that? - Her name is Yemanjá.

The only woman who's gonna love me forever.

We gotta remove more dirt from the bottom.

De we have gas for the excavator? - 60 liters.

One and a half day, then we switch to bio. - If it works.

Why wouldn't it?

Coffee? - Yes, please.

Claudio.

Boss? Louis?

Fuck!

Is it funny? Fuck it...

What's next? Shit in my soup?

Shut your mouth!

Or what? You'll gut me? Go ahead!

Who's gonna make gasoline then?

Anita... we're gonna talk about what happened. You feel ready?

Gentlemen.

Stay calm!

They're only here to listen to you. I want you to talk to them.

You hear me? - You gotta tell me who did this to you.

I know what you do for a living but this is violent rape.

I'm not gonna let this go.

Ok.

If she won't speak there's nothing we can do.

I believe her wounds speak for her. I can give a statement myself.

I don't need her consent for that. - You think you'll do her a favor?

I doubt her papers are in order.

If she doesn't say who it was, we can do nothing. - Ok.

You gonna turn the other way, aren't you? - We can't be sure it was rape.

Call us if she has a change of heart.

What is it? - Nothing.

Imagine if we dig out 400 grams in one week. We'll look like idiots.

We go back, you apologize to Nathalie, I take care of the little schmuck... no big deal.

You're building up some bad karma. You'll be reborn a shrimp, just like him.

No, Baixino is different, he was born with scales.

He's been swimming with mercury on his back for 20 years now.

You'll put a bullet in my head before I live that life.

Hey... you want a beer? - Not now.

Next week. Same place, same time. - Ok.

Your little trick... the reaction takes 8 hours, right?

So, smart as you are, you sure have started already.

You told yourself: "If I start it now, it'll be ready tomorrow".

This camp is a cooperative, not a prison.

You'll get 30% of the production, minus 20% to reimburse taking you here.

It's 1 gram every 10.

I collect, weight and distribute in equal parts, no matter what your job is.

Who works in the kitchen will get as much as who handles mercury and hose.

So don't fight over this or that job.

The first I catch stealing from the production, even 1 gram... even half a gram...

...I'll kill him.

We allow pot, food and drinks in work hours but I decide who does what.

I don't want drunks picking mercury or turning the hose on their own faces.

You three go with Soupe.

You four come with me.

You go with the idiot, he'll explain to you.

You understand French? - Yes, sir.

Good. What's your name?

Yes, sir.

Ok, "yes, sir"... let me explain.

Ethanol... alcohol.

This is flammable... "danger".

Do not smoke... forbidden, ok?

Oil, 10 liters.

Caustic soda... it's this.

6 ounces.

You'll remember everything? - Yes, sir.

You wanna write it down? - Yes, sir.

Ok... show me.

Alcohol?

Shit... yes, alcohol.

How much do we need to pour?

Lord, bless this land we're about to dig and grant us the reward for our labor.

'Cause us sinners we live in mud and we're made out of mud...

...but our prayers rise up to you.

The gold we find belongs to you and to you will be returned.

But for the brief time it'll be in our hands, we give thanks to you.

Amen. - Amen.

How is it, Vao?

How's going, Vao? - All good.

You're doing it too fast, you need to slow down.

You went too deep. It's easy but you gotta do it slowly.

Do it in slow-motion. - Problems?

Yes, there's a problem. I can't work with him.

He can't even separate glycerine.

The reaction must be equilibrated. This batch we did, we can toss it.

Let me see. - Yes, sir.

I want you to do it right! Is that clear?

Yes, sir. - Do it.

I told you to do it right! You're fucking with me?!

I want you to do it right! Repeat.

I want... to do it... - What?

Repeat! - I want... to do it...

"I'll do it right"!

You're fucking with me?! "I will do it right"!

I will... do it... - How?!

...do it... right...

Do it then.

Like that? - Yes... like that.

Not that great. - It's gotta burn more.

57.

What is it... something wrong? - Get lost.

Get lost!

It's nothing.

57 grams in 5 days... they're all gonna leave.

I don't understand... there were samples...

So what? Based on samples, we'd all be millionaires.

I'm going back to Saint-Elias tomorrow, I gotta pack my things.

I'll see you. - Ok.

It seems we dug out only 57 grams.

The French lost his flair, this site is dead.

He used to be good... now he's another one after Sarah Bernhardt.

Excuse me... you said "Sarah Bernhardt"? - Sarah Bernhardt, yes.

The mine? - Yes.

You think it's around here? - I don't know... sorry.

Can I sit here? - Of course.

I'm Vincent. - Vao.

Cabelon. - Messala.

You make gasoline? That's good.

You're good, maybe one day we'll search together.

You make the gasoline, I find the gold.

Ok, good... maybe we'll find Sarah Bernhardt.

Why not Sarah Bernhardt? - Sarah Bernhardt...

Listen... Sarah Bernhardt is a joke.

An old tale, far from true. Something for the kids.

When a garimpeiro never finds anything, we say he's looking for Sarah Bernhardt.

He's a deluded man.

You see?

Let's do the math... seven dead, one banged-up girl, Nathalie's pissed off and a bunch of money wasted.

Also, the Quinteiros on the warpath.

If we don't find at least 600 grams in the next 3 days, we go back.

And the little chemist?

I thought about it... and I find no reason to take him back with us.

Vao, tell him I know he stole the ethanol. That stuff is gonna kill him.

He knows you stole the ethanol. If you drink it, you'll die.

If he does it again, I'll tell Louis.

If you do it again, he's gonna tell Louis.

Ok?

It'll hurt a bit.

That was the last one.

What are you doing? - Can I go?

Where? To work?

Anita... you gotta report this.

I know what's gonna happen.

He'll be held 1 or 2 months in Brazil and I'll be expelled forever.

You know it's like that... - You can't be sure.

Sometimes we gotta accept the risk...

Risk for whom?

Lie down.

Can you put on the Bach CD for Nino? He likes the cello in the morning.

Get ready, we leave in 5 minutes. - I'm coming.

Doing well, are you?

You eat... you shit... you sing...

Come on... you're free.

Come on... get out. Pikolet!

You depress me. - Are you taking Nino?

Good morning.

These.

How much?

10 grams. - It's worth more than 10 grams.

This one alone is worth 15.

These medicines are hard to find. Look at this one.

20 grams.

I could make an exception.

Get out.

Hi. How's going, Berthie-Philippe?

I'll be right with you.

The bitch...

Water pressure, Roberto!

117.

It's better, isn't it? - Yes, it's better.

Another beer? - Yes, please.

Claudio.

Where's Anita? - Anita? I don't know.

Girls come and go. Why? - It's about the rape.

What rape? The girls were fighting and I had to break it up.

We have a report and we gotta take it into account. Plus, I like the girl.

Serra dumped Nathalie last week, she just wanna piss him off.

We haven't seen Serra and Louis in while, where are they?

Looking for palm trees for the açaï business. It's going well.

We got orders to keep an eye on him. - Why?

Murder. We like Serra but there are limits. Tell him.

Did you know it's the male pikolet that sings?

He keeps 2 or 3 females but he's got his favorite. He's romantic.

If she dies, he doesn't sing well, 'cause he's depressed.

The other two are to comfort him.

My good Nino... you got a nice voice.

Don't get depressed.

You know uncle Louis is proud of you. I'll put on your CD.

Shut up... - Why do you talk to him like that?

I don't want him here. Bring him to the hotel, they'll look after him.

If he goes, I go. - Then go, who cares?

You'll deal with your dad... if he comes back.

Who doesn't love animals, doesn't love people. That's why he flew.

I'm tired of listening to you! Go to the hotel, they'll take care of both of you!

You piss everyone off!

You make it look like you're righteous but no one's taking you seriously!

Angelina Jolie, the pretty humanitarian...

We know how you were before my dad scraped you up!

What are you doing? - I paid the old man for the room.

You're kidding? You can barely stand.

What's wrong? You're worried?

You're cute when you're worried.

You better go, you cause too many problems.

What are you doing here?

You always nag me. "I can't smoke"... "I can't dance".

What is it you can do? - What you want me to do?

I want you to dance for me. - Dance for you? Are you sure?

You're coming? - Ok.

Gently.

Voila.

We must stop...

Listen to me. I'll kill you.

What? - I'll kill you.

Kill me? Why? A little kid like you?

It's me who's going to kill you! You're dead!

You got a problem?! I'll cut your head off!

What you think you're doing? - Get off me!

Come on! - Cabelon!

Come on, you son of a bitch!

Come on, you fucker! - Shut that bastard up!

Help yourselves.

We have to set up a new camp. At this rhythm, we can't go on.

How long before we give up? - Two days.

Ok... we have two motor pumps, we make two teams.

We put them in competition and see who's got more gold at the end of the day.

The winners keep 70% of the gold, the losers give it all up.

You don't respect anything. You think we're here to play games?

So?

We'll try it tomorrow. You lead one team, Louis the other.

Not enough power!

Soupe! Go to triage! - What?

To triage! - I'm in charge here, kid!

Whatever you want but go to triage! You get the hose.

What did you say? - Go to triage.

Messala! Pass the pan!

We got a problem. It's smoking too much. - How log it's gonna last?

2 or 3 minutes, it's hard to say.

What's wrong? - Gasoline problems, we're running short.

I'm going.

Kid, we're almost out of gas.

So? - So making gasoline it's still your job.

Fuck it!

Vao! Come see this! - I'm coming.

What is it? - Look.

It's gold. - Damn straight!

Soupe! Come see this! - It is... it is...

Shit... it's coming. - It's coming!

Collect everything the Brazilians dropped, sort it and put it back in. Come on!

In half an hour they'll go throw up.

To make room... for more drinking.

Vao, I'll buy you a beer if I finish before you. - We'll see.

Give it to me if you don't want it! Give it to me!

Dumbass. - You want more?

You like it then! . This is health!

One pat on the back and it'll pass.

Cheers! - Time to go to work!

We go look for some gold! - Let's go to work!

Vao! Let it go!

Messala! How's going? - All good.

You checked the strainer? - I'm doing it!

Get the hoses! Get the hoses!

Roberto! Put him out!

Put him out!

Stop! Stop! That's enough!

124 grams. Your team won.

You wanna split it yourself?

I'll do it.

You think he died 'cause you didn't keep an eye on him? - Something like that.

No... he died because he was a damn idiot.

He got drunk like an idiot and died like an idiot. End of story.

You're gonna quote Darwin now? - I don't need to, you know him better than me.

We know you're smart. Your competition idea it's working.

We got 180 grams today and you did beat Louis. Tomorrow you play again... against me.

Here... he had your same size.

Boss.

Gasoline.

Make it yourself.

Vincent.

So... who won?

Everybody.

212 grams.

Claudio, we wait for you on Saturday.

Bring girls and drinks, we'll be here a while.

You got it.

Everything ok? - Yes.

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