Ripped by dIMMAI
I just love mushrooms.
One of my favorites, or as I call it...
...the king of mushrooms, is the porcini.
Now, stop right there.
Don't be alarmed.
there's a lot of confusion in this country between porcini...
...the Italian name, and cèpes, which is the French name.
they're fat and they're earthy.
Now, the porcini is most often seen dried here in this country.
And they would always be labeled...
-...dried porcinis, not dried cèpes. -Beck!
-Come on! -they are very, very, very flavorful.
It's about time. I've been waiting.
Man, you're Iucky to be getting in. It's an extremeIy private party tonight.
-What's he drinking? -Jægermeister and CristaI.
Great.
-Security? -No, but we do have a sIight probIem.
Have fun.
What's the probIem?
That's your probIem.
The guy on the Ieft is JaIiI Johnson.
-I think he's the Ieft tackIe. -JamaI Johnson.
Defensive end.
the best defensive lineman Notre Dame's produced in the last 20 years.
Maybe ever.
The guy on his Ieft is Kambui Jackson.
He ran for 2000 yards last year, All-Pro five years in a row.
The guy in the headband, that's Fernando Lewis.
MiddIe Iinebacker.
Plays a lot like Ray Lewis.
-He just hits harder. -Whatever. I'm not into footbaII.
The other two guys are Jimmy CoggesheII...
...and David MuIaire.
One's from US C. the other one's from Ohio State.
Stay down, bitch!
The guy you're Iooking for is there. Brian KnappmiIIer.
throws like Brett Favre.
Bets like Pete Rose.
So I'm teIIing this cat, I'm Iike, ''Yo, I know it's you that jumped.
I saw you. Don't teII me it's not you.''
He's Iike, ''I don't know.''
-Excuse me. -''Trust me. It's you, I know.''
Excuse me. I'm sorry to bother you guys.
-I apoIogize. I need-- -My man.
I ain't got no hookups to tryout camps. You just gotta show up.
I think you'II be aII right.
So I'm teIIing the cat, ''I don't want--''
Excuse me. I'm not here to taIk about tryouts.
-If I couId have a minute-- -I got it. Pass me that.
Who do I make this out to, man?
Who do I make it out to? What's your name?
-Beck. -Beck?
B-E-C-K.
-What's up? -What's happening?
Here you go. Knock yourseIf out.
-AII right? -Thank you.
What are you gonna do? Are you gonna come back, or what?
Excuse me.
-I'm reaIIy-- -What are you doing, man?
A coupIe of months ago, you made wagers with an associate of mine.
-Two, three months ago. -What's up, Knappy?
-Nothing. It's good. Enjoy your drink. -What's up?
Yo, bets? You embarrass me in front of friends about bets?
I don't mean to embarrass you. This is embarrassing to me.
-$50,000. You might remember. -Yeah, I know what it is, man.
Listen, there's a G to get me started. Now do me a favor.
TeII your man I'II see him Monday with the rest...
...and not to send anybody eIse to see me, aII right?
Brian.
I'm gonna need some coIIateraI from you.
What?
I'm gonna need the ring.
-I'm sorry. -You're--? Are you--?
SIip it under the tabIe, on the Iow-Iow.
-I'II make sure you get it back. -On the Iow-Iow.
-I'II give it to you. Want a drink too? -Thank you.
Take the ring. That's what I think about that.
Get the heII on, man. Go, man! Go!
-Do something with this. -You heard the man.
Yo, man, get up!
Okay.
Yeah, that's right, pIayboy, waIk. Go on, man!
You wanna jump?
Get your ass out of here.
You aII right?
This shit burns.
Hey, it's me.
Oh, yeah, he's here. We got a probIem, though.
He's got the entire offensive Iine. The entire offensive Iine is here.
Let me do it another night. How about that?
They've got a shot at repeating this year.
I do not want to hurt them. I don't want to go out--
Okay, BiIIy.
KnappmiIIer! You got two choices.
Option A, you give me the ring.
Option B, I make you give me the ring.
I'II take B.
Wrong choice.
Okay.
Yeah, put him down, man!
-Yo, what's with aII this hostiIity? -You shouId have taken option A.
Are you aII right, mate?
Are you okay?
Thanks, mate.
-There he is. -Why'd you send him, BiIIy?
Martin? Oh, he was just a backup.
After I got your caII, I wasn't so sure you couId deIiver.
-What happened? -He stoIe it from me!
He got you with those beanbags? No.
It is gonna be 1 0 off your vig, anyway, you know.
BiIIy, you know I've got pIans! Stop nickeI-and-diming me.
It's a tough business, the restaurant business.
I hear 75 percent of them faiI the first year. Do you know why?
UndercapitaIization, that's why. I don't think--
BiIIy, I want out, I want a new Iife. I want my money, and I want it now!
Now?
Now.
Okay.
One job.
One job, I wipe your sIate cIean...
...and you have your restaurant.
Come on, open it up.
Come on.
That's a photo of Travis AIfred WaIker.
Stanford dropout, treasure hunter. OnIy to date...
...the onIy thing he's found is troubIe.
-Did you say, ''WaIker''? -My son.
From my third marriage. Lasted about three minutes.
That picture was taken two months ago...
...in some goId-mining town caIIed EI Dorado in the middIe of the Amazon.
-How much? -250 Iarge.
For that much, why not invite him back yourseIf?
-The boy doesn't trust me. -Kidnapping's gonna heIp.
Is that sarcasm?
You wanna be sarcastic, do it to your monkey friends!
You do not do it to me! Do you understand?
I'm sorry, BiIIy.
You're goddamn right you are.
-What'd he do? -Pissed off the wrong peopIe.
I don't have to remind you what happens when you do that, do I?
So I bought him some forgiveness.
But if I don't bring him back to face the music...
...you know damn weII that I can't carry a tune.
So you deIiver my boy back here, you bring him right through that door...
...you waIk out of this house a free man, with a restaurant.
Is that duct tape?
Don't worry there, IittIe feIIa. WaIk by faith, not by sight.
WiII you Iook at that? We can't Iand now.
-Why? Why can't we Iand? -They got the buIIs on the ground.
''Booze on the grind''?
The buIIs. On the ground. CattIe down there.
-Cows? -Yeah.
I'II give them a wee fright there. Get moving! Come on!
Out of me way!
Out the way, you!
Move it! Move it now!
Out my way!
Out me way!
AII right there, IittIe feIIa. Okay, gotcha.
What did I teII you about the Iamp? My needIe was totaIIy knackered.
Rpm's aII over the shop.
-Is this the onIy road in and out? -If you wanna stay aIive.
-Why is that? -There. That's the jungIe, IittIe feIIa.
You got anacondas in there.
Poison arrow frogs, bIack fIies, buIIet ants.
If they don't get you, the rebeIs wiII.
-What? -RebeIs. That's what I'm teIIing you.
To them, CorneIius Hatcher's buiIt a BabyIon in paradise.
-BuiIt a what? -A BabyIon.
Yeah, that mine is as cIose as a man can come to the gates of heII...
...whiIe his heart's stiII beating.
The Sunday schooI picnic is over, I'II teII you that.
Stay out of the jungIe, IittIe feIIa, okay?
I found these fIowers growing in the deepest parts of the jungIe.
I mean, as far as I can teII, no one's ever identified them...
...which means I'm responsibIe for naming them.
I can onIy think of one word that fits something so beautifuI.
Mariana.
How much do you want?
-What? -How much?
I need your uncIe's boat. A day or two, max. Mariana--
You borrow my car, bring it back with no windshieId.
-My brother's scooter-- -That wasn't my fauIt.
Now you want to borrow my uncIe's boat?
''I found it, I found it.'' You'II never find this Garbo of yours.
-It's ''Gato,'' I toId you. -Gato.
It's out there, Mariana. I know exactIy where it is.
But I need that boat.
-How much? -I toId you, I--
No. How much is your Gato worth?
This is a very significant academic find.
-How much? -It's not about money.
-You Iie Iike a IittIe girI, Travis. -I'm not Iying.
If I get the boat for you, you have to take me with you.
RidicuIous. We're taIking about a boat.
-And we spIit the take 50-50. -I've been doing aII the work, okay?
-I found it. No way. -50-50, Travis.
-70-30. -50-50.
-60-40. -50-50, and I get off work at 6.
Then we can go and get your Gato.
You're eviI.
-Thank you. -Whatever.
For the fIowers.
Harvey! We're here to see your brother.
Where's he from?
-He's an American. -You got a gun?
No, I don't Iike guns.
Check him.
-What's the current payout? -Give me a payout for Quadrant 3.
2 425, down 20 percent.
Checked him?
AII right, Iet's go.
Come on.
I never met an American who didn't Iike guns.
TeII them to dig harder.
If onIy it were that simpIe, eh, Mr. Beck?
-How do you know my name? -When a man of your dimensions...
...traveIs aII this way to visit a pIace Iike this...
...it arouses the curiosity.
What can I do for you?
Do you know this man?
Travis WaIker.
I Iet him excavate around the mine...
...aIIow him to rent a room in my town...
...aII for a fair 60 percent of anything he might unearth.
-Where can I find him? -FoIIow the buIIshit.
-Guy's mouth shouId be in the circus. -Brother, pIease.
-Do you have business with him? -I do.
What kind of business? I Iove business.
-It's personaI. -So...
-...why come to me? -When I'm a guest in a man's house...
...I don't reach into his refrigerator without permission.
Refrigerator.
I want to show you something, Mr. Beck, pIease.
Does that Iook Iike a refrigerator to you?
Looks more Iike heII.
Where you see heII, I see a speIIbinding sense of purpose.
I see the vaIue of keeping your eye on the baII.
When a bride slips the ring on her finger...
...when a businessman lays his hands on a Rolex...
...when a rapper gets a shiny new tooth, this is that cost, Mr. Beck.
My horror for their beauty. My heII for their IittIe sIice of heaven.
Somebody's gotta keep his eye on the ball.
that somebody is me, Mr. Beck.
I am down here every day keeping my eye on the ball.
that's just a simple fact of life.
And if you're bold enough to face that cold, hard fact...
...you can make a Iot of money.
-What do you want with the kid? -I've come to take him home.
That'II cost you $ 1 0,000.
-I need to borrow the jeep. -Wait a minute, friend.
I'II give you $ 1 000.
I need you to take my bag back to the pIane, keep the engine running.
-Can you do that? -For $ 1 000?
-That's right. -I'II find a way.
DecIan. I'm gonna be coming fast.
American?
Yeah.
Where from?
SomepIace that's got bartenders.
What can I get you?
I'II take a beer.
Nice fIowers.
''The smiIing fooI.''
Back in the States, BraziI nuts Iike these go for $ 1 5 a pound.
WeII, those feII off the tree out back.
And around here, we don't caII them BraziI nuts.
-What do you caII them? -WeII, we're in BraziI...
...so we just caII them nuts.
-Fair enough. -What brings you to the Amazon...
...other than the food and drink, of course?
-I'm Iooking for a man. -What's your type?
His name's Travis WaIker.
Brown hair. He's in his 20s. Wears a bIue shirt, jeans.
Right now he's got a reaI bewiIdered Iook on his face.
-Do I know you? -Name's Beck.
-What can I do for you? -I need you to make a choice for me.
A choice?
-Option A or option B. -What's option A?
Option A is, you and I waIk out of here nice and easy...
...and drive back to the airstrip.
And then we begin our Iong journey back to Los AngeIes.
There'II be no bIood, no broken bones...
...and no probIems.
-What's in Los AngeIes? -Your father.
-What's option B? -Pretty much the opposite of A.
But I wouIdn't recommend that one.
I'II take option C.
Travis, there is no option C.
ReaIIy?
Are you sure?
I mean, big boy, there's aIways an option C.
So angry!
-Shut up. -Shut up!
Like I said, there is no option C.
-Let me introduce you to option C. -Mr. Beck...
...there's been a sIight change in the narrative.
-An unexpected twist, you might say. -Can I have a beer, pIease?
Mr. Hatcher, I was just gonna come find you when this--
The kid stays.
-I paid you. -WeII, fortunateIy...
...I had my fingers crossed the whoIe time.
ApparentIy, young Mr. WaIker...
...may have stumbIed onto a trinket of vaIue.
And as he's Iocated it in my jungIe...
...I'm gonna need him to Iead me to it.
Okay, so Iet's go, dickhead.
Don't caII me a dickhead, you dickhead.
-Did you find it or not, asshoIe? -What, asshoIe?
-Did you find it or not? -What's that?
-Did you find it or not, asshoIe? -Don't!
Hey, don't rock the boat.
Okay.
-I don't want any troubIe. -Leave now. Don't come back.
-And the 1 0,000? -Consider it tax deductibIe.
A contribution to your personaI heaIth fund.
With aII due respect, Mr. Hatcher...
-...I'm feeIing pretty heaIthy. -Oh, yeah?
WaIk.
Don't make waves.
You're gonna kiII us aII, Mr. Beck?
I tried to be reasonabIe.
That's not the way to do business.
You shouId've kept the gun.
You're dead aIready. You just don't know it yet.
This is option B? Are you kidding me?
Quiet.
You're dead. You're so dead.
We won't get out of here. AII this Iand, Hatcher owns it.
The road, the air, Hatcher owns it aII.
-Shut up. -Whatever my dad is paying you...
-...I wiII doubIe it. -No.
-I'II quadrupIe it. -No.
-DoubIe it and quadrupIe it. -No.
You're being unreasonabIe!
-I'II give you a chance to reconsider. -You get one more chance to shut up.
Is that your finaI answer?
For what it's worth, I hope you enjoy the faII.
-Yeah, what faII? -This faII.
Come on, big boy, where's the frigging keys?
AII right.
Travis?
Good God!
Travis!
-I'm not going back. -Oh, you're going back.
No way.
-Right now. -Who the heII do you think you are?
You come into my town, mess up my bar...
-...and you eyebaII my woman? -EyebaII your woman?
It's on.
What's this?
Who is this? Is he your friend? Do you know him?
Do you? Say heIIo.
Say heIIo. Say heIIo.
Are you finished? Let's go.
Big boy, you Iike thunderstorms?
Bet you do, right?
-LittIe thunder? -Stop it.
-LittIe Iightning? -Stop!
Thunder? Lightning? Thunder? Lightning? Ears--
You done beating me up? Let's go.
-I'm tired of this. -You win.
Come on! Go to sIeep.
Go to sIeep. Night-night.
Night-night. Go to sIeep now! Come on!
ObviousIy, we got off on the wrong foot here.
So I'm gonna be compIeteIy candid with you.
Have you ever heard of the Gato do Diabo?
-The DeviI's Cat? -You're gonna stop speaking now.
AII right. It's--
It's a priceIess object, man.
Forged out of pure goId.
-Worth miIIions. -You said priceIess.
You do not want to argue semantics with a Ph.D. candidate.
-Ph.D.? -Yeah.
I am reaIIy very cIose to being Dr. Travis WaIker.
You dropped out of Stanford after two semesters, Einstein.
So I'm fairIy cIose. CIoser than you.
CIose to getting your ass kicked again.
Wait, wait, wait! The Gato is reaI, aII right?
I know where to find it.
-I'II spIit it with you, 80-20. -Move!
70-30?
You're a very unpIeasant individuaI, you know that?
You think they're dead?
What am I, psychic?
I'm gonna cut that kid's nose off.
No, Harvey.
You want the Gato because if the bad guys get it...
...they won't need us anymore.
There'II be no one to work the mine. You want to work the mine?
There are two men in that jungIe who are trying to steaI from me.
I feeI Iike a IittIe boy who's Iost his first tooth...
...put it under his piIIow, waiting for the tooth fairy to come.
OnIy, two eviI burgIars have crept in my window...
...and snatched it before she couId get here.
Wait a second. Do you understand the concept of the tooth fairy?
ExpIain it to them.
You find a tooth, you put it under your piIIow.
The fairy comes...
...waiting for the tooth.
Wait. She takes the goddamn thing, gives you a quarter!
They got my tooth!
I want it back.
I have to ask you, back at the bar, man. That was crazy!
No guns. Strip, toss, toss, strip.
-Didn't I teII you to be quiet? -I know, but what is that?
Some kind of nouveau samurai code? You got a probIem with guns?
They take me to a pIace I don't wanna go.
Where do they take you?
To a pIace you don't wanna see me go. WaIk!
How often do you work out?
Let me get this straight.
-You never use guns? -No.
-Never? -Never.
What if your best friend was gonna die?
No guns.
Santa wouId do it to save his best friend.
Do I Iook Iike Santa CIaus?
-Do I Iook Iike Santa CIaus to you? -What is it?
Guns make you um pouco louco? Bang-bang crazy?
I pick up guns, bad things happen. I don't Iike that.
-What kind of things? -Very bad things, Travis. WaIk.
-What about knives? -Move!
My father doesn't share the same distaste.
-He's your father. He won't kiII you. -AII he cares about...
...is what's good for business. Now, the question is, Mr. Beck...
...what's good for your business?
You don't Iike money?
I don't make deaIs with peopIe Iike you.
-You don't even know me. -You're Iike every jackass I take down.
First they try to run, then fight, then they try to negotiate.
When that faiIs, they do what you're about to do when you reaIize it's over.
Oh, yeah? What's that?
You're gonna get down on your hands and knees and beg me for a break.
WeII, guess what. I don't give breaks.
No breaks.
You don't understand the situation.
You borrowed money from the wrong guy.
You sIept with the wrong guy's wife. I don't care.
Your mistake.
What about you, Mr. Beck? Haven't you ever made a mistake?
I know! Move.
No breaks. That's Iame.
No breaks! No, I don't give breaks.
Santa CIaus doesn't give any breaks.
-ShouId've been at the airstrip by now. -Like I'm gonna heIp.
I didn't ask for your heIp.
-What are you doing? -I have to pee.
-Pee in your pants. Move. -No.
I've Iet you push me around this jungIe for, Iike, five hours.
You've been very aggressive, and I'm not moving untiI you Iet me pee.
If you wanna keep going, you'II have to carry me. I'II pee on your head.
You threatening me? You threatening me with pee?
WeII, yeah, if you don't Iet me pee here.
Fine. You win.
Pee.
-WiII you unzip me? -No, I won't.
-You wanna pee, you got 30 seconds. -How can with I my hands cuffed?
Find a way. Pee.
Come on.
Don't make it weird.
PIease?
Don't breathe, don't say a word.
Don't even Iook at me. Look over there.
Thanks, man.
Oh, shit.
I can't get it out!
-CouId you just heIp--? -No. HeII, no.
Come on! Son of a--!
Come on, come on!
Come on! Oh, hey. Hey, I got it.
CongratuIations. You got 30 seconds. Hurry up.
Don't Iisten to Tiny Tim, okay?
You're the reaI big boy. Everybody knows it.
Ready? One, two, three, go.
One, two, three, go, go, go, go!
Oh, yeah.
I'm going.
Oh, boy.
What--? What is this?
What is--?
Travis! Hey!
WeIcome to the jungIe, tough guy!
Looks Iike big boy got himseIf pig-snared!
Hey! Hey! I've got the keys to your cuffs.
-Shit. -I'II teII you what you've got, paI.
-You've got probIems. -That's-- Don't do it, Travis.
Hey. Hey, get me down. Travis.
Oh, what's this? Is this your diary? Your IittIe journaI?
-Give me that. Don't touch that. -You want this? Get it!
Come on, get it! Get it! Come on! Come on! Yeah, yeah!
Oh, yeah, come on! Get it! Get it!
Give it to me!
You're Iike a IittIe birdie up there!
I wiII kiII you. You better give me that book.
''Shrimp and pea risotto with basiI and mint.''
-Are you a chef? -None of your business. Give it back!
Looks Iike you're WoIfgang Stuck right here.
Travis! Travis!
-Hey! I Iet you pee. -Oh, yeah, you did. You did.
Thank you so much. Do you have to pee?
WeII, you got 30 seconds. Go ahead and pee.
Oh, shit.
-Hey, I was kidding about what I said. -Give me the book.
-I don't want it. I don't want it. -Turn around.
-Why you aIways gotta hit me? -Now Iisten to me.
We gotta get to this tree. Let's go back to back.
AII right. Okay.
-Kick your Iegs! -I'm trying! I'm kicking my Iegs!
-Where are you? -Grab me. Grab my back, not my ass.
-Got it? -I got it. Got it.
Oh, great! You did it!
-Now what? -Put your arm over me. Get to the tree.
-Listen. -You're Iike Joe Pig-snare?
Put your arm over me!
-Just stop moving! -The vine. You gotta grab the--
What was that?
-Oh, shit. -What was that?
Monkeys.
Steady.
Steady!
Oh, God!
Do not fight them!
Oh, my God!
-What's he doing? What's he doing? -He's humping you, he's humping you!
-What's he doing? -EstabIish dominance!
EstabIish dominance!
Get him off of me!
He's humping me! Make him stop!
The ears! Get the ears.
-Who's that? -It's the rebeIs.
Don't worry, they're my friends.
God bIess you!
Say hi.
Hi.
These are your friends, huh? What, are you kidding me?
I'm starting to Iong for a monkey with a hard-on.
Whatever happens, just keep Iooking into his eyes.
-Won't that offend him? -No.
Whatever you do, do not bIink. They're Iike grizzIies.
Just shut up and Iet me take care of this.
We know you work for Hatcher. Were you tracking us?!
-He thinks we work for Hatcher. -WeII, teII him the truth.
Fierce gaze. Fierce gaze. Fierce gaze.
HonorabIe host, unIike this man on my Ieft, I do not work for that eviI scum.
Why does the giant stare at me without respect? I wiII cut out his arrogant eyes!
-What's he saying? -Shut up. Just hoId his gaze.
He is Hatcher's assassin. Paid to hunt aII who oppose him, incIuding me.
Why do I get the feeIing you reaIIy suck at Portuguese?
What did he say?!
He says he pisses on your ancestors...
...and that you wouId make a very pretty bride!
-What's going on? -He wants to fight you.
No. We're not fighting. TeII him I don't want to fight.
The assassin is a great warrior! Better to shoot him now and get it over with!
-We are not fighting. -Don't worry, they're IittIe peopIe.
-What? -You couId take them. They're IittIe.
You can win.
Why do you want to fight? Why?
I just want to get back to the airport.
PIease. I just have to get home.
Okay, hip-hop.
I don't want to do this. PIease. PIease.
Travis, teII them one more time I do not want to fight.
I'd Iove to heIp you out, buddy, but I don't think...
...they're reaIIy Iistening to me anymore.
Heads up.
That's okay! That is okay!
Hey, Kansas Cities!
Don't do it.
What is that? It's Iike spinning Tarzan jujitsu!
Speedy IittIe bastards, aren't they?
Head's gotta stay up.
I am not your enemy.
Mariana?
What are you doing here?
Barmaid by day, rebeI Ieader by night.
You are good! The whoIe time I was working you, you were working me.
I was hoping you might find O Gato do Diabo.
It couIdn't have aII been work.
CouId it? Man, that was some good work.
What do you think, Travis?
I knew. You know that, right? I totaIIy knew.
Of course.
Hey.
The herbs wiII keep it from getting infected.
-Why do you do this? -Pardon me?
-Why do you fight? -Because of 65 cents an hour.
That's what Hatcher pays the workers.
But in order to mine, you need tooIs.
You need food, cIothing, a pIace to sIeep.
You have no money, so, what do you do?
You borrow from Hatcher.
Pick and shoveI, a doIIar a day.
A sack to hauI the dirt, another doIIar.
OId Mr. Beck knows a Iot about debt, don't you?
He knows what it's Iike to dig a hoIe so deep you can't cIimb out.
CaII it what you want. It's escravidão.
''SIavery.''
And we intend to stop it.
Manito wants to know who wouId win a fight between Tyson and AIi.
AIi, hands down.
He says, ''What about Tyson's power?''
Shit. TeII him AIi wouId've done to Tyson...
...what he did to Foreman in Africa.
RumbIe. Rumble in the Jungle.
TeII him AIi was too smart.
Too smart, too fast. WouId've used his jabs. Bam, bam!
WouId've danced.
WouId've pIayed with his mind.
Before you know it, bam! Left to the body. Bam! Right to the head.
Down goes Tyson.
FIoat Iike butterfIy.
Sting Iike bee.
FIoat Iike butterfIy, sting Iike bee.
-Yeah! -FIoat Iike butterfIy, sting Iike a bee!
He says he thinks you are a great fighter...
...and he wants you to have it.
-It's for Iuck. -TeII him I'm sorry, I can't.
You'II offend him if you refuse.
I'm honored. Thank you.
You'II need aII the Iuck you can get.
It's a Iong waIk back to the airfieId.
EspeciaIIy by yourseIf.
Nice!
You don't understand.
-I'm not going back without him. -Oh, here we go again.
Fifty rifIes say you are.
And we're rebeIs, not thieves.
Hatcher!
Travis!
Let's cIean it up.
Not so fast, jungIe boy.
Move! Move!
Come on!
Manito!
Go, go, go!
-Manito! -Let's go!
I want hunting parties.
SmaII ones.
Find them.
Find them!
AII right, this is the way it's going to be.
You're going to take me to O Gato do Diabo.
-And you're going to take me now. -CaIm down.
Don't! You saw what they do. Don't ever teII me to caIm down.
Travis, don't pIay with me.
-Or what? -Or I'm going to shoot you.
WeII, if you shoot me, you're never gonna find the Gato.
-So we're gonna make a IittIe deaI. -DeaI?
You see? O Gato is an object to you. It's Iife on the Riviera, a private yacht.
-You don't know anything about me. -For us it's hope.
My heart's breaking. It's Iike a teIethon.
-You seIfish-- -Enough!
Sit down! Sit down!
HoIy shit, you tried to shoot me!
You saw it!
-Crazy. -Shut up.
Shut up.
The deaI's this. He takes you to the Gato.
You just show me how I get out of this jungIe so I can take him home. DeaI?
Do we have a deaI?
-DeaI. -Let me get this straight.
She gets what she needs, you get what you need...
-...and I get the shaft. -I couId aIways give her back the gun.
-I reaIIy don't Iike you. -Yeah, weII, I get that a Iot.
SeriousIy.
What?
I was just wondering how it is you came to do...
...you know, whatever it is you do.
-It's a Iong story. -It's a Iong waIk.
I grew up in a very rough pIace.
One thing Ied to another, that's aII.
-Just Iike you. -Like me?
Yeah, you get pushed, you push back.
WeII, with me, I pushed so hard that word got around.
Before I knew it, I was in a room fuII of the wrong peopIe...
...with the wrong money.
So you think I'm standing in a room fuII of the wrong peopIe?
Yeah. Something Iike that.
I Iike you, Mr. Beck.
ReaIIy.
But you and I are nothing aIike.
Travis!
Let's keep moving. Let's go.
What are you doing?
Let's take us a IittIe swim, WoIfgang.
We're not swimming. Let's go.
Come on, big boy. You couId use a bath.
Travis, we have to keep moving. It'II be dark soon.
Why?
We're aIready here.
-Don't pee in the water. -Why?
A candiru, a vicious parasite, wiII swim up the urine into your pau.
Come on, big boy! It feeIs good!
-Swim up my what? -Your pinto.
It'II swim up your ding-dong. And once it gets in, you can't get it out.
Come on!
Wait.
WeII, then what?
They have to amputate.
Not this boy's pinto. Not today.
The hierogIyphic code...
...said the great chief of the Marajó peopIe put the Gato to sIeep...
-...behind waIIs of a moving curtain. -A waterfaII.
Must be some kind of methane buiIdup.
It's cooI. Let's go.
-Oh, God! -Yeah, reaI genius.
-You have no cIue what you're doing. -Oh, shut up!
You obviousIy don't know anything about methane deposits.
-Oh, and you do? -Shut up.
What'd you just say?
What is it?
Why do I get the feeIing we are not supposed to be here?
Because we're not.
There it is! I toId you it was reaI!
Travis, you're never gonna get back there. It's too dangerous.
The roof is coming down!
Wait a second.
A jaguar.
I know what this is.
Monkey.
EagIe.
-I can't hoId this, Travis. -I know what this is.
-What is it? -It's an 800-year-oId safe.
This is how they kept their treasures protected.
There's a combination.
Jaguar, cat. Gato, cat. It's gotta be the jaguar.
We puII the sticks cIosest to the jaguar, we'II be okay.
For 60 seconds, then the roof's coming down.
You're not gonna touch anything. Let's go!
AII right.
FoIIow the jag.
FoIIow the jaguar.
Easy. Easy.
It's coming down, Travis.
What are you doing? Let's go!
Pass it to me.
-Is that a jaguar? -I think it's an eagIe!
Travis, hurry!
Oh, my....
Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.
I did it.
I found you.
Not some Oxford archaeoIogist or some stiff-ass Harvard professor.
-I did it! I found you! -Who gives a shit?
How you Iike me now, huh, Beck?
Go! Go! Move! Now!
Run!
Let's go!
Move!
These are konlabos.
They're very rare.
You're Iucky.
And I wouIdn't fIirt with O Gato do Diabo's eyes if I were you.
-They say it's dangerous. -What eIse do they say?
Once restored to its rightfuI owners, the rivers wiII be Iaden with fish.
And the trees wiII grow taII, bringing shade for hammocks...
...so its peopIe may rest their backs.
You think bringing this Gato wiII do aII that?
No, Mr. Beck. But I expect the money seIIing it brings wiII do just that.
We can buy seed, irrigate. Farm our own Iands.
Free ourseIves from Hatcher's mine.
When that statue hits the bIack market, it'II vanish forever.
It's a IittIe Iate for moraIs.
EspeciaIIy after you were going to do the same thing.
And 1 0 percent of that is going to pay for your freedom...
...so I'd be a IittIe more gratefuI if I were you.
What if I toId you I was gonna give it to a museum...
...so the whoIe worId couId appreciate it?
You can teII me anything you want, Travis, but I know you.
What are you going to do after you bring him home?
-I'm gonna open a restaurant. -Yeah. He's a kiIIer in the kitchen too.
Ten, 1 5 tabIes. Nothing fancy.
ItaIian. Southern ItaIian.
How do you...?
How do you...? How do you speII...
...konlabos?
Konlabos, with a K.
Don't worry. After four or five hours, you'II be as good as new.
The fire wiII keep the animaIs away untiI sunup.
I'm sorry...
...but money has a way of changing peopIe.
You did find it, Travis.
Just Iike you said.
No one can take that away from you.
And I wiII send you the money...
...buy your freedom. I meant that.
You kept your word, and I admire that...
...so I'II keep mine.
Go north untiI you reach the Quantana Road.
Take it south aII the way to the airfieId.
Good Iuck to you, Mr. Beck.
Oh, shit.
What? What?
-What? -Monkey. Monkey.
Monkey? Where? Just get him away from me.
-Get out of here. -Get out of here.
Get out of here, monkey!
Oh, no.
-I hate this pIace. -Get out of here!
I hate penis-eating minnows, and I hate freaky fruit.
-Get them away from me. -I wanna go home. I want concrete.
-Get out of here, monkey. -I want homemade torteIIini.
I want my Los AngeIes Lakers.
That's what I want. I want to go home. I want to go home.
I want to go home!
Get out of here, monkey. Get out of here, monkey.
WeII, what about that?
-Been for a stroII, have you, boys? -Where's my bag?
Where's my jeep?
Give me my bag.
You have any water?
Sit down. How soon before we can take off?
You Ieft a jeep at the bottom of a mountainside.
-I'II take care of it. -In a bIoody Iarge puddIe.
-I said, I'II take care of it. -That jeep is dead, my friend.
Look, you'II get your money.
-Just start the pIane. -What's your big hurry?
I'm trying to Ieave before I run into Hatcher or more probIems.
Don't go worrying about Hatcher.
That monstrosity won't give a fIying fornication...
...for the pair of youse no more. He got what he was after.
What do you mean?
He caught up with poor Mariana in the jungIe.
He reIieved her of her artifact.
-What'd you say? -I said, he reIieved her of her artifact.
It's a word in the EngIish Ianguage. ''Artifact.'' Look it up.
Son of a bitch. He's got my Gato!
-Your what? -The Gato. Don't you speak EngIish?
-Hey. Where is she? -Hatcher's got her in town.
-He's torturing her for information. -He's doing what?
Freedom fighters? Freedom fighters, my ass.
Lutadores de Louco, you ask me.
They're aII gonna die.
Come on. AII aboard.
Come on.
What are you doing?
-We made a deaI. -A deaI?
What the heII does that mean?
I'm here at the airstrip, she doesn't have the Gato.
Gonna go in there by yourseIf?
No way. No way.
Hey, Hatcher's got a smaII army back there.
You don't know your way around the town.
Oh, wait. I got an idea.
SaddIe up to one of those buIIs...
...ride into town Iike a conquistador and chaIIenge aII of them to a dueI.
Oh, yeah. I forgot.
You don't use guns.
-What's your point? -You're gonna die, Beck.
The boy's right. You mind if we settIe the biII now?
You need heIp.
Are you gonna heIp me, Travis? AII you care about is the money.
No, Beck, you're wrong.
I'd rather die than Iet that son of a bitch get my Gato.
You need aII the heIp you can get. You can even use him, for chrissake.
Don't bring me into it. I got a dodgy knee here.
You can't do this on your own.
Okay, Travis.
I know you're gonna run on me.
Might not be tonight or tomorrow.
But I wiII find you, and I wiII take you back.
-Are we cIear? -Yeah.
We'II both probabIy be dead in about an hour.
So Iet's canceI Christmas.
Your pIan of attack was a bit naive.
Man, if I was onIy 1 0 minutes younger, huh?
I suppose now we have a conversation where you enIighten me.
Mr. Hatcher.
How many more of you are out there? EnIighten me.
Where are the rest of your compadres? EnIighten me!
Mr. Hatcher.
I don't get why you peopIe are so hostiIe.
I've been good to you. I buiIt you a town.
Why are we fighting?
-Mr. Hatcher. -What?
We've Iost contact with Outpost 1 .
There's nobody answering.
-Mr. Hatcher, are you out there? -What can I do for you, Mr. Beck?
I have no desire to fight with you or your men.
For that reason, you have two options.
Option A, you leave the Gato and the girl...
...and you walk out of town, no questions asked.
-What's option B? -Option B...
...I make you.
Wrong choice.
Lock down the town.
Still no visual contact. team two is checking the perimeter right now.
He...
...that heard the sound of thy hoIy trumpet...
...and took not warning...
...he hath cIearIy wandered too far...
...from the word of God.
And CorneIius Bernard Hatcher...
...your heir has come. Let's get it on, big boy!
It's time to get back on the path.
That's a Iot of cows.
Hi.
What nerve.
About bIoody time, huh?
Somebody just shoot him.
Oh, yeah? Oh, you want one?
Oh, okay.
A IittIe thunder? Huh? You Iike thunderstorms, big boy?
How about some Iightning?
Ear, ear-- Ears, eyes, foot, face!
Take the Gato and the girI and get to the airfieId.
If you run into troubIe, use her as a hostage.
And Harvey, when you're safeIy out of town...
...put her out of my misery.
I need heIp!
Do not go gentIe into that good night, my IoveIy.
Beck! I need heIp. Beck!
Rage, rage...
...against the dying of the Iight.
There shaII be no mercy...
...for any force that stands...
...bIocking this path of his righteousness.
Beck, heIp!
HeIp!
Move!
No way.
Give me back my Gato, you IittIe baId freak!
Oh, great.
See you.
You got the moves.
I'II give you that.
You reached into the wrong refrigerator, Mr. Beck.
HoId your horses.
What have I done?
Are we not men?
-Hatcher. -What?
Option A is stiII on the tabIe. You can waIk away right now.
Option A doesn't work for me.
Before I came here, what did you peopIe have?
Face it. Be fair.
I put a roof over your head, coin in your pockets.
You barefoot Indians didn't have pockets...
...before Hatcher came aIong.
I gave you a Iife! I'm the heart in the darkness.
Face it...
...you can't run this thing without me.
I am pumping the bIood of the modern worId...
...into your backward veins...
...you stinking...
...ingrate...
...Oompa Loompa...
...morons!
Okay.
That's it, I'm done.
Mr. Beck...
...I'II take option A.
CIear, pIease.
Oh, shit.
You make a heII of an entrance, Mr. Beck.
Yeah.
I'd offer you a beer, but I think you bIew up my bar.
Yeah, I think you're right.
Thank you.
-We had a deaI. -Yes, we did.
And I'm afraid I didn't deIiver on that deaI.
How is that?
The Gato.
I promised you the Gato.
Yes, weII, I promised you Travis.
You aII taIking about this Travis?
And this Gato?
I'm impressed.
Yeah, weII, make sure they speII my name right.
I toId you it wasn't about the money.
WeII, big boy...
...I guess it's your move.
I'm impressed myseIf, Travis.
DecIan, start the pIane.
''DecIan, start the pIane''? What does that mean?
-I'm taking you home. -Oh, I figured that.
No breaks. Good Iuck.
You too.
I wiII send you your cut.
Move.
-Not a penny Iess than 1 5.6 miIIion. -Move, Travis.
You reaIIy ought to stay away from guns.
You ought to get yourseIf a psychiatrist. SeriousIy.
Move.
WeII, Iook at him.
Look at you. Your beard. You're Iike a reaI man.
-But you're so thin. -Running is good exercise.
Good exercise. That's funny. Did you hear him?
Running for your Iife.
I Iove it. I reaIIy do!
You know there's not enough aspirin in the worId...
-...for a headache Iike you? -WeII, there probabIy is.
-But I understand what you mean. -WeII, that's good.
Because that means you'II understand why you'II take that trip to Chicago.
ActuaIIy, I don't compIeteIy understand that one.
-StiII the smart-ass. -I'm not that smart, Dad.
-I didn't know she was married. -WeII, she was.
Very married.
And you. What took you so Iong, huh?
Your kid was a tough rundown, BiIIy.
-Him? No. -Yeah, yeah.
But I did waIk him right through that door, right? Like we agreed?
-You did. -We good?
We're good. Two hundred and fifty Iarge.
You got your restaurant, kid.
Now get out of here, huh?
Before I Ieave....
When I was in BraziI, they showed me this rituaI they do...
...when they have big ceIebrations.
What they do is, they eat this fruit, and it's caIIed konlabos, with a K.
So I figured before I Ieave, we couId ceIebrate one Iast time.
Come on, guys. Try some of this.
If he says it's good, it's gotta be. He's the best chef I know.
BiIIy, here, you try the first piece.
Not bad.
Big seeds, though. I don't Iike seeds.
Hey, what are you--?
I waIked him right through that door, BiIIy.
Boy...
...you got a funny-Iooking face.
Hey, Dad.
I Iove you, you know that?
Because you showed me something back there.
I thought you had character, but I wasn't sure.
-You got it, man. You reaIIy got it! -Get in the truck.
-You vioIated every agricuIturaI Iaw. -That's the Ieast of my probIems.
We shouId go back in there and finish him off.
You want to go back, go ahead.
-Knock yourseIf out. I'II wait for you. -I'm not going back.
Right. So shut up, get in the truck before I change my mind.
Don't push me.
-What? -Don't push me.
I appreciate everything you did.
If you want to get technicaI, aII you did is even the score. I saved you first.
-Get in. -You don't have to thank me.
But this pushing shit ain't happening no more. You read me?
Okay. I'm gonna bust you up.
Go for it.
Yeah.
Hey, remember your friend Mr. Thunder?
How about his buddy Mr. Lightning?
I know you know him.
You know him reaI weII, don't you?
I'm just pIaying, man. I'II be in the truck.
I'm gonna kiII you.