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- Man is omnipotent.

Nothing is impossible for him.

What seemed to be unthinkable undertakings yesterday

are history today.

The conquest of the moon, for example.

Who talks about it anymore?

Today, we are already on

the threshold of conquering our galaxy

and in a not too distant tomorrow,

we'll be considering the conquest of the universe.

And yet, man seems to ignore the fact

that on this very planet,

there are still people living in the stone age

and practicing cannibalism.

Primitive tribes isolated

in a ruthless, hostile environment

where the prevailing law is the survival of the fittest.

And this jungle, which its inhabitants refer to

as the green inferno is only a few hours flying time

from New York City.

Was it to remind us of this,

that four brave young Americans

went there to make a documentary on life in the jungle?

Was it also to remind us,

for instance, that before venturing into space

we should become more acquainted

with the planet we live on?

Four young and fearless Americans,

children of the space age,

armed with cameras, microphones and curiosity.

Alan yates, the director,

famous for his documentaries on Vietnam and Africa.

Faye Daniels, his girlfriend and script girl,

and their two cameramen and inseparable friends,

Jack Anders and Mark tomaso.

Four youngsters who never came back.

But let's have a look at them

at the beginning of their incredible adventure.

Here at the border between Brazil and Peru,

they are about to board a plane

that will take them to the rio ocoro,

a last outpost from which they will continue on foot

deep into the Amazon jungle

into the area known as the green inferno.

- Hey, are you really not scared?

- Not at all.

I've been in plenty other dangerous places with him.

What about you, Alan?

- Well, there's only one thing that scares me

and that's marriage.

- He'd take me to the north pole to put it off.

I'd say he succeeded this time, too.

- And this is the last time.

- Yeah, provided we come back in one piece.

All right, all right.

Let's go.

- Well, you four certainly aren't the first

to embark on such an adventure.

There was an expedition in '59 and another in '67

and neither of them came back.

- Ah, yeah, that was Smith and that bunch of frenchmen.

- Yes.

- Yeah, frenchmen.

They were amateurs, a bunch ofjerks.

They never succeeded in doing anything.

- For us, the difficult doesn't exist

and the impossible takes just a little more time.

- We'll be back.

We'll be back.

- We have Felipe our guide.

Say hi to the camera.

Those are the last pictures we have of them.

Two months have passed since they were last heard from.

Are they still alive and, if so, where are they?

These are the questions that the rescue team

sponsored by New York university

and the pan American broadcasting system

hope to be able to answer.

Thank you for accepting,

professor Monroe.

Good luck.

Professor Harold Monroe,

nyu's noted anthropologist,

has taken part in various expeditions

exploring primitive cultures,

but this will be his first journey into amazonia.

- Help him.

Hold it!

Look at this... A cannibal with a lighter!

Poor Oliveira...

Only 20 years old...

Once it hits the bloodstream, there's nothing you can do...

Better a bullet than a dart dipped with curare.

But we gave him the serum right away!

Sure, the serum...

It only works half the time...

If it isn't already too old by the time we get it.

They'd just love to blow his head off because of Oliveira.

So would I!

But that American is coming...

And we've got orders to help him.

He's lucky...

A yacumo prisoner is like a passport into the green inferno.

- Here you are, lieutenant.

- Well, professor Monroe.

- Do you think you could turn that?

Thanks.

- All I can say is that you anthropologists

and missionaries are made out of special stuff.

If hell holes like this didn't exist,

I'm sure you would invent them.

Whereas I would give both my,

well, let's say I'd give anything to be somewhere else.

- Look, lieutenant. I'll be as little trouble as possible.

It's just, I'm sure you've got

enough problems of your own.

But I'll have to be, to be honest with you.

No, no-no, thanks.

I need your help in, in organising this expedition.

- How can I refuse?

You have been recommended by everybody in our government,

as well as yours.

Only, I sure can't guarantee

that you'll still be breathing when you return.

- Look, I know this is not going to be a picnic.

Believe me, this is not my first trip into the bush.

- A skunk must have pissed in that.

- Lieutenant, this lighter belonged to Faye Daniels.

- Come with me, professor.

I'll introduce you to your guide.

He's the best there is, if you can get along with him.

It's full of shit. Clean it!

Hey, chaco, this is professor Monroe.

- Hello?

It's nice to meet you.

The lieutenant here was telling me what a,

what an excellent guide you are.

- You're gonna take all this with you in the jungle?

Yes.

- Well, forget it.

We're gonna need some weapons,

some ammunition, plus some medicine.

That's all we need.

I already told your friends.

In there, the more you carry,

the quicker you get tired, the sooner you die.

- All right. All right.

All I wanna know Mr. Chaco is,

do we have a chance of finding them alive?

- Who's to say?

The only thing I know is, we're gonna risk our lives

to save those fuckers.

Let's go see the yacumos.

Great warriors, these yacumos.

They're afraid of no one, except for the tree people.

- Tree people?

- No white man has ever seen them

or the ones who have never lived to tell about it.

- Did you see this?

Looks like the sacred scar of ateri.

- That's what it is.

He's the son of a shaman

and he's been consecrated to the spirit of the Jaguar,

which also explains what they were doing this far from home.

- What do you mean?

- Ah, they were caught,

yet, they're not really cannibals.

Which means it was probably some religious ceremony

meant to chase evil spirits outta the jungle,

white men's spirits.

Quit worrying about the yacumos.

You can't afford to waste your strength helping that savage.

He'll outlive all of us.

Can you make it?

We'll have to Wade across.

But there's no piranhas here.

Come on.

Come on, come on!

There may not be any piranhas,

but there's always a few hungry caiman around.

Leeches.

Leave that shit alone.

- Well, he can't do it by himself

and there's three of us here, why can't we help?

- Don't try it again, professor.

Here we do as I say

and this bastard has to know who's the strongest.

- Oh, that's terrific.

- Chaco's right, senor.

This guy is all hate.

As soon as you don't look, he'll slit your throat.

- They passed this way.

Yacumos dig a hole to cook.

- That means we are following the same trail, right?

Right.

- We're very lucky.

- Hey, professor, I recognise these teeth.

This is Felipe ocana.

He knew the jungle as well as I do.

- That makes me feel terrific.

- I wonder what was his mistake?

See that, we're near his village.

He can already smell his home.

- Hey, hey!

Amiga.

- Here comes dinner.

- Hey, amiga. A muskrat.

Today, we eat meat, okay?

- That's Miguel.

Hurry up, I'm hungry.

Yeah. Huh!

- Some diet, that's for sure.

Hey chaco, what the hell are you doing?

- It's for our yacumo friend.

With a little bit of this stuff in him,

he will forget all about trying to run away tonight.

Yeah, this will make him very happy.

Just wait and see.

- Drug addicts in the jungle.

- Hey, give him some of this, a little muskrat stomach.

He'll love it.

- You like it, huh?

Right, eat. It's all yours.

Go on stuff yourself.

- What the hell is that?

You know, I swear,

that looks like a ritualistic punishment for adultery.

That's what it is.

Just sit back and enjoy the show,

'cause afterwards he's going to take us to the village.

Don't be a fool!

Come on, professor.

That punishment is considered a divine commandment.

If he had not killed her, the tribe would've killed him.

Here he comes.

Follow him.

Well it is no masterpiece, but it'll do.

Can you guess what it's for, professor?

- Oh, let me try, chaco.

Please, let me try.

Okay, is it possible that this way

they won't know how many of us there are

until we can talk with them, huh?

- He's learning fast, huh, Miguel?

- Like lightning.

- Oh, terrific. Just terrific.

They're coming.

Where? I don't see a thing.

- Don't worry. They're there.

- I know they're there.

I know they're there, but where? I don't see anything.

- Come on. Let's send out our ambassador.

Andale, Miguel.

- Super kid.

, Miguel.

Andale, muchacho.

We may be in trouble.

- God, you've raised deductive reasoning to an art.

- Instinct, something says your friends

made quite a mess of things.

Wait!

If Miguel pulls this off,

I swear I'll buy him a bottle of whiskey.

This is supposed to demonstrate their good intentions.

There, they're gonna show themselves now.

- Where the hell are you going?

They're gonna lead you right into an ambush.

- No, this is a good sign, professor.

- Oh, yeah? You coulda have fooled me.

- Ah, they just want to show us they are brave warriors

and they want us to follow them to their village.

- Follow them?

- Yeah, to return the prisoner and to talk.

- Hey listen, I-I don't know about this.

I think they want us for dinner tonight.

- Help me now.

Pretend you've seen nothing.

- Okay.

- Your friends shot him.

Let's hope he doesn't die before we pull out.

Get busy, Miguel!

You can breathe easy.

It's all right now, professor.

Cheers, professor.

You now have the rare honour of drinking hisimo.

- Yay.

The group we are looking for

was probably headed toward the centre of the jungle

or the centre of the mato,

which no white man has ever seen before.

This area is under the domination of two cannibal tribes.

They are so fierce,

they're feared by all of the tribes in the area,

including the tough courageous warriors

of the yacumo tribe.

These two superpowers of the green inferno

are perpetually at war with each other;

the yamamomo or tree people

and the shamatari, the swamp people.

Each considers the other fair game.

Hunted and then eaten.

- This will keep you high and dry.

- No thanks.

The yacumo blame Alan yate's group

for the great calamity that befell them.

Exactly what happened remains a mystery.

We only know the four whites-

- hey! Shut that off!

Then moved on.

- God, we're in the middle of a hunt!

- Tree people or both?

- Hunting each other.

Let's get going.

Up there, the shamatari are trying to flush their prey.

Despite the fact that our intervention

saved them from the shamatari,

the tree people although they've welcomed us

into their territory,

continue to behave strangely towards us

with a mixture of fear and distrust.

Nevertheless, we've been permitted

to observe the execution of one of their warriors,

death by mutilation.

The criminal thwarts the chief.

The criminal, from the way he was destroyed,

must've done something horrible

to incur the wrath of his own people.

It is not clear whether this was

to pay a debt of honour toward us

or only to demonstrate how to dispense justice.

Careful, referring to us.

- We weren't able to get anything out of the yanomamo,

except for the wristwatch they gave us

as a token of the gratitude to an ally,

an ally they continued to fear and mistrust.

So I decided to try an experiment in psychology,

to strip myself completely;

clothes, weapons, dog tags, rings, everything

to become like them, naked and unfettered as Adam.

The tree people would not let us Bury the ghastly remains

they had painted ochre to drive away the evil spirits

which the dead represented.

Once again, I asked myself what unspeakable crime

could've called for such atrocious retribution?

I know our lives are hanging by a thread,

but I can turn back without, at least,

trying to recover the footage that Alan yates

and the others paid for with their lives.

I am thinking of the enormous human

and scientific interest it's going to contain.

I must do something.

Chaco and Miguel can't possibly understand this.

Yet, I must somehow gain the confidence of these savages.

After all, they too have rules of conduct.

Hold it!

- You did it, god damn it.

You just invited us to dinner.

- I what?

By some incredible act of god,

they hadn't tried to open them.

We're hoping the climate didn't damage them too much.

- And so in exchange for the tape recorder,

the cannibal chief let you take away the cans of film.

Is that it?

- Yes, they thought that since I was capable

of capturing the human voice,

I was also capable of capturing their spirit.

This convinced them

that I was the only one capable of breaking the evil spell

that had been cast over the tribe

by their murder of the whites.

Of course, they had no inkling

of what was really in those cans.

How could you explain what a movie is?

They just felt that they were a threat.

- Why do you say threat?

- Well, the yamamomos understood

how important these film cans were to Alan yates

and his crew.

They thought the silver boxes contained their power.

The power which I must say,

again, caused much damage and violence.

- Fantastic story.

Thank you, professor Monroe.

- You're very welcome.

- As we conclude this special interview,

we would like to remind you that Wednesday

at 9:00 pm here on pantheon,

we'll be presenting part one of "the green inferno",

the dramatic film testimony of an extraordinary adventure

that took its protagonists

all the way back to the stone age.

- And you would be the ideal host for the program.

- That's right.

Professor Monroe, as an eyewitness as well as a scientist,

you would be the most-

- yes, but before I make any decision on this,

I'd like to review all the film materials.

As of yet, we've seen none of it.

- Professor Monroe,

I can assure you that they knew exactly what they wanted.

- That may be.

But meanwhile, they're all dead aren't they?

- Which is exactly why

we have to let the public know the truth.

We'll let the people be the judge.

Better yet, we'll let the people

who knew them best be the judge;

their parents, their wives.

This is a documentary they shot for us

about a year and a half ago.

Can I start?

Yes, please do.

Stop! Stop!

- Pretty powerful stuff, huh?

Well, just to give you an idea

how Alan and the others worked,

everything you just saw was a put on.

- You mean this wasn't-

- that was no enemy army approaching.

Alan paid those soldiers to do a bit of acting for him.

You'll have to excuse me now, I'll join you later.

Yes, thank you.

- Shall I go ahead?

- Yeah, why not?

This is Jack.

Faye... Alan...

And this is Mark.

They'd worked together for years.

They were terrible prima-Donnas, of course,

but I have to admit they were real pros.

Um-hm.

The stuff they shot could really gut punch ya.

Yeah, I can imagine.

Their ratings were fantastic, you know.

Higher than most of the big comics.

And did they know how to play an audience,

Alan especially.

Look at this bit they shot before leaving.

- Yeah, we're coming back anyway.

We got, Felipe, our guide. Come on, come on up here.

Yay!

Damn it. Yeah, there we go.

Okay, ah-huh!

This shot's dark,

because the diaphragm setting on the camera was wrong.

There, now he's got it right.

- Forget it.

There's no electricity where we're going.

Nope, this is anything

but a well organised safari with all the comforts.

Weapons, camera, medicinal supplies.

That's about it.

Since, we'll be covering hundreds of miles on foot.

And that's another thing,

who knows when we'll have another shower.

Of course, I don't think Faye'll have any problem

remaining the sexiest script girl in history.

- Are you really shooting? Jerk!

- Okay. Okay, that's enough.

- Has anyone seen my pants anywhere?

What do you want those for?

- To put them on my head, stupid!

I thought ever since Jack

took them off two years ago,

you didn't need them anymore.

Right, Mark?

Right, nice.

- Knock it off.

Are you shooting again?

Idiot!

- Crew of clowns.

- They had a great sense of the theatrical.

- Like I said, real professionals.

- What was I saying, professor?

Yeah, I tried working with Alan a couple of times

and I just couldn't handle it.

You know he, he pushed his people to the limit

demanding everything, including blood.

And talk about paranoia.

God have mercy on his soul,

he was one ruthless son of a bitch!

- So I feel we have a duty

to tell the public their story, Mr. Yates.

Alan, I don't know.

You know I really appreciate your coming.

You're the first person to come

and talk to me about Alan after what happened.

What I'd like to know, professor,

is what did happen to my son?

Can you tell me?

- Faye? No, that wasn't her real name.

She always wanted to be an actress.

Her real name was Tina.

Excuse me a minute.

Children, look, I'm just going to be

speaking with this man one more minute

and then we'll play, okay?

As you can tell, we're very different in our characters.

But Tina was very energetic, very hard working.

Very ambitious, extremely ambitious.

I used to say to her,

do you think that you'll ever be at peace with yourself?

Anyway, now she is.

God rest her soul.

Elizabeth! Elizabeth!

Excuse me, Mrs. Anders.

Just two minutes.

How did you feel about Jack?

- What's the use?

What am I supposed to say about Jack?

After two years of marriage,

I was with him for just four months.

- Hi.

- I'll see ya, huh.

Bye-bye.

- He was always on assignments;

India, Asia, Africa.

Yeah, sure, he was good in bed, but he liked to eat too.

No brains, though.

He's too easily influenced.

Alan was his god, you know?

You know what I mean?

Hey, you guys think I could get any bread out of this?

Uh, Mr. Tomaso.

Mr. Tomaso, please.

Mr. Tomaso, please.

I just wanna ask you one question

- aboutyourson. - Yeah,

what do you wanna ask me?

Look, your son was a man of special importance

to the news world.

Can you tell me something about him?

- My son? My son is no good.

He doesn't work. He doesn't go to school.

Wants to lay around the house all day

and he's no good, period.

Now, that's it. I gotta go back to my job.

Don't bother me no more.

But about Mr. Tomaso, please.

Your son was

- well known to a lot of people. - I already told you.

Just one question.

- Just one. - Okay, one question.

_ About your son,

I-I just wanna know what kind of man was he?

- My son? My son was a son of a bitch and he was no good.

That's it. My son is dead.

I don't wanna talk about him no more.

Now leave you alone. Goodbye.

Mr. Tomaso, millions of Americans.

Mr. Tomaso, please!

- Why didn't they print the whole thing?

- The negative needed special treatment,

because of the humidity.

The quality isn't the best,

but it's pretty good considering the lousy conditions

they were shooting in.

- Unfortunately, two reels were light fogged

and we had to throw them out.

- I put a piece of black leader

between one sequence and another.

- Good, that's where we'll put the interviews

with the families

and the one in which you talk about your search for them.

Go ahead, bill.

- Okay.

This first segment is silent.

Evidently, they didn't always use their mics,

though, they were attached right to the camera.

Just above the lens, like a gun barrel. See?

Remember this is a very rough cut,

almost like watching rushes.

A lot of the stuff will be thrown out during the actual editing.

Here we are. Should be some sound coming in now.

No-no, not yet. Here.

Felipe.

Okay, speak now.

- We've been walking for six days

in this marvellous inferno.

Today is Saturday the 25th.

If I were in New York right now,

I'd probably be out shopping.

Get the camera!

Damn thing!

- Wait, wait, wait!

Look out.

- How much of the material is without sound?

- Less than half.

-Ah.

Every so often,

I've laid in some stock music

to juice things up a little.

What is it?

The yacumos passed this way.

We're not far from the village.

All right.

Pull it off!

- Not yet, wait!

Jack, the camera. Get the camera!

No, not yet! Wait!

Move away! Jack, get this shot!

- This is fucking dangerous! You know!

This is fucking-

- Shut the fuck up!

- Okay, okay. You're all right.

Ah!

Look here!

We've been walking through the jungle for days

with the harrowing feeling that we're moving in circles.

At night we have to sleep in the trees,

so we don't get bit by the snakes or spiders.

Felipe, our guide, claims we're near the big river

where the yacumos live in the village.

- Look at my feet. Fucking jungle!

- Alan, do you want some tea?

God, my leg!

God, my leg!

Kill it! Kill it!

- Hold him down. - Grab his leg!

- Hold him down. Be quiet.

- You're hurting me! - Hold him down.

Hold him down!

- Felipe! - Jesus!

Cut my leg.

Oh, Christ!

- Machete. - Cut it off!

Cut if off! Put it on the fire!

Come on, do it!

Do it!

Come on! Do it here!

- You're still shooting?

Yeah! Do it now!

I'm getting it all!

Do it! Come on!

Come on, come on. Chop it!

Felipe was a great buddy and a top notch guide.

We'll miss him.

But even more, we'll miss the security he gave us.

We've decided to go on,

but now we've only got the compass

and our instincts to show the way.

Panning to you, Alan.

Okay, give us an earth shattering statement.

- You know this is gonna make us famous.

Yeah, you think so, huh?

- How famous? - Yeah.

Real famous and real rich.

Yeah?

- What are you gonna do with your money?

I'm gonna buy a house and a piece of ass.

Think that's funny, huh?

- Yeah, that's the only way you can get it.

Where's Faye?

I don't know.

- Turn the camera off, will ya?

Christ, what's taking you so long?

- Well, I had to wait in line with the rest of the animals.

You're disgusting!

Hey, get outta here.

I told you to get outta here with the camera!

I just wanna little peek.

- Will you get outta here?

Get outta here with that thing.

Get outta here.

Come on, I told you to turn the goddamn thing off!

I'll get you.

- Woo!

- Come on, slaves! Push.

Look, there's a caiman.

Get outta the water!

- No-no, forget about me! Film it.

Film it!

Come on, Alan, jump in the boat!

Come on, get on the raft, you guys!

- Get a shot of the alligator!

Hurry up!

Ah, a snake!

We're saved by the anaconda.

Saved from the jaws of death.

Oh!

Swim!

Come on.

I wonder where their village is?

Just shoot in the air and we'll follow them.

- And when they scatter, how we gonna get there?

I got it. Give me the gun!

No, wait!

I know what I'm doing.

- Why? - Don't you get it?

We could never keep up with them in the jungle.

This way that buck'll go slow enough

to take us right to the village.

- Well, what do you think, professor?

- That it's not the best way of establishing peace

with the yacumo tribe.

Now, I'm beginning to understand

why they greeted us with such hostility.

- You think this is bad.

This is nothing.

Alan did much worse. Just watch.

They could play it rough when they felt they had to.

Remember how they set up some of those executions.

Faye!

- Here we are at the edge of the world in human history.

Things like this happen all the time in the jungle.

It's survival of the fittest.

In-in the jungle, it's the daily violence

of the strong overcoming of the weak!

Jack!

Yah, yah! Come on let's go!

Let's go!

Yee! Yah, yah!

Come on, get up! Come on, let's go!

Go-go-go-go!

Jack!

Get the fuck in there you!

Come on, come on, come on come on, come on, come on!

Get up!

Get out of here!

Jack, a torch!

Ready?

Okay, the massacre of the yacumos by the yamamomos! Right!

A set up! All a set up!

Just like Cambodia.

' Get this fucker!

Eh?

That's it! That's it!

Move it in! Move it in!

Get them inside! Get them inside!

- Get in! Get in!

Get them back inside!

It's beautiful!

- Alan, here!

- All right!

Ow, ow!

Do it, Alan.

Show them how we do it here.

Oh, oh, you motherfucker!

Get the fuck outta here.

You believe this?

You fucking Turkey.

- Whew, I'm drained.

You must admit it's exceptional footage.

I didn't expect such impact, such authenticity.

- I don't know.

I don't think exceptional's the right word.

- You don't?

- No.

I mean what's exceptional about a primitive tribe

like the yacumo be terrorised

and forced into doing something they don't,

they don't normally do.

- Come on now, professor. - Let's be realistic.

Who knows anything about the yacumo civilisation?

Today, people want sensationalism.

The more you rape their senses, the happier they are.

- Ah, yes, that's typical western thought.

Civilised isn't it?

That's what Alan thought and that's why he's dead.

The yacumo Indian is a primitive

and he has to be respected as such.

You know did you ever think of the yacumo point of view

that we might be the ones who are savages?

- Well, I never thought of it that way,

but it's an interesting idea.

- Yes. Let's say things were reversed, right.

And the yacumo attacked your house,

defiled everything that you held holy.

You know that pig that was killed,

that was food for those people.

Now, what'd happen if somebody came into your house

when you were hungry

and-and took the little bit of food

you had in the refrigerator and threw it down the toilet?

Would you behave in a civilised way?

Would you like people to make money off your misery?

- We have succeeded in establishing,

shall we say, diplomatic relations with the yacumos,

but what are we for them?

These are people who have never seen a white man before

or heard the sound of a gun.

We know they are really afraid of our powers,

but for how long

and can we really be sure that they don't hate us?

Like most people hate what they don't-

When the old members of the tribe feel death approaching,

they wander off to a secluded spot.

After she dies, this old woman.

- This old woman will probably end up as lunch

for some alligator.

In the jungle, nothing goes to waste.

Nature recycles everything.

You're about to witness an ancient ritual

never before seen by civilised man.

The tribe is a primitive social unit

bound together by the basic needs of survival.

To protect itself,

the tribe must eliminate any diseased elements.

Now don't go away.

What you're about to see

may simply be described as social surgery.

We had a long discussion last night

about whether to keep going or turn back.

Wasn't easy to come to an agreement.

Perhaps, the others are right.

Maybe we shouldn't push our luck.

God knows we've been lucky so far.

But you know what finally convinced them?

The chance to become famous.

To reach that spot where time stopped

three or 4,000 years ago.

Where the yamamomos,

the tree people, live, ugh, in constant strife

with their, their enemies the shamataris.

See this guy?

This was a yamamomo warrior killed by the yacumos.

Just to give you an idea,

to the yacumos this is a savage.

- I'm not speaking as a scientist,

but as the man on the street.

This so-called documentary footage is offensive,

it is dishonest and, above all, it is inhuman.

- Yes-yes, of course.

We all know what Alan was like.

He over did it as usual.

But what you saw is a rough cut.

- Perhaps I haven't made myself clear.

But I, I refuse to have anything to do with this material.

- Look, professor, we are talking about

the most sensational documentary to come along in years.

But, and you want us just to shelve it?

To forget about, as if it had never been found?

Is that what you want?

- Yes, yes. That is precisely what I want.

I've seen the rest of the material, you haven't.

You haven't seen the stuff that even your editors

didn't have the stomach to put together

and if you had, you wouldn't hesitate but to agree with me.

- John, go ahead.

- We're somewhere in the middle of this green inferno

where no civilised man has ever been before.

Look at that.

- Huh. The jungle here's different.

It's almost hospitable,

but so far we've seen no sign yet of the tree people,

the yamamomos.

- Good?

- Like? - We're beginning to wonder

if they really exist or if they're just a legend.

Alan!

I think we got one!

Grab her! You got her?

- I got her, yeah.

- Look what we found.

- Here is the little monkey and look.

- Some taste you guys have, she stinks.

She's marked.

What do you think she is a yamamomo or a shamatari?

- How should I know. - Why don't you ask her?

- What do you wanna do with her?

- I'll take care of the little monkey.

- Judging from the looks of this girl,

we finally found the yamamomos, the tree people

but we're gonna have to be very careful,

because these people are known for their cruelty.

- Get her! Come on.

- Alright. Alright.

Ah, I got this little monkey.

Ah, you go first.

- Okay, oh, drop on her.

Yeah, all right.

Whew!

Okay, hold her tight!

- Ah, go ahead. All right.

All right.

- Sorry. Open.

- Jack, what do you wanna use it for?

A porno film? Stupid ass!

- That's not a bad idea. - How about jungle jollies?

Hey, you want me to keep shooting?

You want me to keep shooting or what?

- That's a stupid question.

Hurry up, Casanova. It's Jack's turn.

Come on!

- Jack's next.

Okay, Jack, go ahead.

Come on.

That's all right.

Oh, look at the little kid-

- We have only three cans of film!

We can't use this!

Why do you wanna waste it like that?

Shut up!

- Hey, aren't you gonna get some, Alan?

The only thing he gets off on is his camera!

Whew-hoo.

Okay, Mark.

Come on in here!

Stop shooting, Mark.

Stop it, Alan!

You bastard!

- Get her, Jack. - Get her off!

God damn you!

- He's changing reels.

All right, move in tight. Tight.

Oh, come in for a close up.

Watch it, Alan, I'm shooting.

- Oh, good lord!

It's, it's unbelievable.

It's, it's horrible.

I can't understand the reason for such cruelty.

It must have something to do with some obscure sexual rite

or with the almost profound respect

these primitives have for virginity.

You're rolling, Mark?

Yeah.

Look up there on the right!

Christ, they're all around us.

Keep rolling!

We're gonna get an Oscar for this!

- Jack! - Jach

- Jack! - Jack!

Alan, you can't!

- You can't! - Look, he's had it anyway!

- No, he's still alive, you bastard!

You can't!

- What about you, Mark?

- Yes! - Get the fuck off me!

You can't!

God damn it!

Keep filming, Mark. I'll cover you.

You got it! Right down to the last foot.

- We really screwed ourselves this time.

Trying to, trying to stay there for the last shot.

I don't even know where we are now.

But I know they, I know they, uh, they followed us

and, and we lost everything trying to escape.

We're screwed! We're trapped!

Gonna try to scare away with this.

I hope it works

Stay by me, Faye.

- Alan! - Don't get far away!

Stay over here!

You motherfuckers!

Alan!

Help me!

- Faye!

Faye!

- Hey, stop! - They got her!

Stop! Stop!

Leave her be, Alan.

She's had it!

Hey, we gotta think of ourselves.

We got to get the film back home, Alan!

Think of the film.

Think of the film!

- Stop! No!

John, I want this material burned.

All of it. Yeah.

I wonder who the real cannibals are?