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(contemplative music playing)

Hemorrhoids.

Hmm.

What does he do
when the Indians do
shoot arrows at him?

Apparently, he leaves
gifts on the ground

and runs away as fast
as he can.

Really?

Well, I heard that
one of his men

recently got killed
by Indians.

Buried up to his neck
in the ground.

And he did nothing?

His work is
so dangerous

the workers are paid
seven times the average.

Only seven?
For having Indians kill you

and bury you up to your neck,

or more likely
the other way around.

Paixã. My fiancée
just sent me a record
from America.

It's the latest thing.

I thought perhaps
we could play it.

(in English):
It might cheer up
the men, sir.

And it might drown out
Father Zahm saying grace.

(band playing ragtime)

Major, por favor...

Gentlemen, this is
my soon-to-be wife,
Belle Willard.

(chuckles)

Oh!

Mwah!

(laughing)

Oh! Thank you.

Paixã, you love this music.

Come on, you can dance with me.
You ready?

Come on, come on.

-Okay.
-Very easy.

Ready?

(men laughing)

Simplício!

He knows all
the steps.

(men cheering)

Simplício!

Bravo! Bravo!
Bravo!

What a dancer.

Good job, Kermit.

That's my boy.

-I'm not a boy.
-Well done.

Oh, to be young again.

(man speaking
Portuguese)

Stop!

It is not acceptable to me

that you be carried
in a chair

on the backs of camaradas!

You know, I was going to say,
I have put on some weight

and perhaps six men
are two too few.

"Two too few,"
sounds like
a music hall song.

♪ Two too few
two too few... ♪

I will not allow
any of my men

to be treated like
a beast of burden.

Least of all
by a priest.

But in Peru, it was
their honor to carry me

precisely because
I was a priest!

This is Brazil, Father.

We have much to be
ashamed of

in how we treated
our slaves, but...

Oh, my dear Cândido,
I abhor slavery!

Good, then I would
ask you, please...

But surely you must see
that you can't
take someone

as primitive
as a camarada,
for example,

and just haul him
into the present.

This is simple evolution.

He must first crawl...

I do not intend
to haul anyone anywhere,

nor do I intend
for any of them
to haul you anywhere.

You will ride on a mule
like the rest of us.

Perhaps I was riding
an especially
ungainly animal.

I have an idea.

(cattle lowing)

♪

Why are we stopping?

-Indians.
-Kermit: Where?

(Indians calling in distance)

(rustling in undergrowth)

Xavantes.

(speaking native language)

(speaking Portuguese)

Colonel...

for you.

Paixão.

♪

Son of a bitch.

Kermit:
What?

It's from a reporter
friend of mine.

According to him,
there's an explorer

named Sanford Davison.

Sanford Davison...

who is disparaging
our trip in the press,

saying, "There are
no uncharted rivers
in Brazil."

(distant hammering,
men chatting)

-(cattle lowing)
-(Indians calling in distance)

I'm not scared.

Fine. Fine.
(speaking native language)

(continues speaking
in native language)

(continues speaking
in native language)

What's he saying?

He's trying to introduce
the idea of nationhood.

The state will educate
its citizens,

and hopefully through science,
bring peace to everyone.

This is the second time...

Science and peace.
Hah!

♪

(continues speaking
in native language)

Ah, thank you.

Where are you going?

Colonel Rondon offers
these children of the forest

the rewards of statehood.

I will complement his work

by offering them
the rewards of eternal life.

Did you ask the Colonel
if he thinks this
is advisable?

Oh, I never ask any man
to sanction God's work.

Let him go.
Go ahead.

My officer worked
with the British
on the railroads.

His English is limited,
but I think it is enough
for your needs.

Don't you believe in anything?

I believe that
it is pointless

to argue with anyone
in a skirt,

be it a judge, woman
or a priest.

(chuckles)

How very amusing.

I wonder if you'll still be
smiling on Judgment Day.

(laughing)

I apologize on his behalf.
(chuckles)

I take it you don't
miss the church.

As a child I was
in a Jesuit orphanage.

I miss the hymns.

I do not miss the beatings

nor the threats
of eternal damnation.

The army has been
my family,

Positivism my faith.

When I was young,

my first wife
and my mother died
in the same house,

only hours apart,

and just two days
after my eldest
daughter was born.

The lights went
completely out
of my life.

I'm not sure I could
have endured that

without faith.

But how could you have
faith in a god

that would do
that to you?

I don't see it that way.
Faith is a comfort.

Well, I say that,
but even more,

staying busy.

I rushed back to work,

I dashed out
west and...

as they say,
"Black care rarely sits

behind a rider whose pace
is fast enough."

Keep moving. Action.

-That's my motto.
-Hmm.

I'm not much for
introspection or regret,

although my eldest daughter
will tell you

that perhaps
I should have mourned...

a little longer.

You know a great deal
about my father's exploits
during the war in Cuba.

I suppose so, yes.

I have read some...

strange items from the press
around that time.

About his behavior
on the battlefield?

You know...
as you grow older,

I think you'll find
the past can often make

for rather dull
conversation.

Especially over a drink.

Good night.

(speaking Portuguese)

(speaking Portuguese)

I saw Dr. Cajazeira
give you quinine.

You didn't tell me
you had malaria.

Everyone gets malaria here
sooner or later.

It comes and goes.

I wondered why
you were so thin.

And that... that scar?

What happened?

I fell 15 feet
from a partially
built bridge

and broke one of my ribs.

Why on Earth
didn't you tell me?

I didn't want
to bother you
while you were busy

tearing apart
the Republican Party.

That remark about science
and peace today...

it seemed so unlike you.

I received a telegram
from a friend

at the State Department.

Germany is arming itself

not just with one battleship
after another,

but with
scientific weapons.

A gas that kills,
aeroplanes that drop bombs,

things unimaginable
a few years ago.

If war breaks out,

there'll be
carnage like never before.

That was the science
I was thinking of.

President Wilson is
a mollycoddled pussyfooter.

He does nothing!

But he was elected
President.

Well, what he should do
is send me to negotiate.

I know all the leaders
of Germany, France, England,

Serbia, Russia, all of them.

They like me.

I'd get them together
and make them see

where they have mutual
interests.

And if that didn't work,
I'd cajole...

and if that
didn't work, I'd threaten.

"Speak softly
and carry a big stick."

And if that didn't work,
there'd be hell to pay.

(distant animals calling)

Teddy:
"My lover, my life.

"I'm about to leave the last
outpost of civilization

and this will be
my final chance to write
to you for some time."

Kermit:
"I miss you, Belle,

"and do resent
having to risk my life

"just so my father can
get his name on a river

and prove how tough he is."

Teddy:
"I do like Colonel Rondon.

"He's a little odd,
to say the least,

"but I wish I felt more...

"confidence in him.

"I just can't help feeling
he has his own plans,

some of which...
he doesn't share."

Kermit:
"I so wish I could be near you,

"to hold you in my arms
and feel your embrace.

"But even the mere thought
of your smile

is like a soothing balm
to my every travail."

Teddy: "In some ways Kermit
is as tough as hickory,

"in others not.

"He is drinking less
because he has no choice,

"but when he does,
it is hard to watch.

"I know that you
are still upset

"about me taking this journey,
and I apologize.

"I hope when I come home
you will forgive me

"because I love you more
than I have loved anyone

in all my life."

(cattle lowing,
distant hammering)

(speaking Portuguese)

(Rondon speaking Portuguese)

(cattle lowing)

Here you are.

Now you go...

What is he doing?

Major.

(speaking Portuguese)

-This is my body...
-(Indian speaking
native language)

Father Zahm,
may I have a word
in private, please?

Of course.

I don't think you're
physically fit enough,
my dear fellow,

to continue on this journey.

-But I've made
this journey before.
-No, no, no.

I could not forgive myself
if I was responsible
for the death

of not just a man
of the cloth,

but a thinker, a writer,
a friend.

Oh?

Uh...

Pull yourself together,
we're being filmed.

What should I do then?

Return to America.

Assuming I survive
this would-be martyr,

I'll see you back there
in a month or two.

Believe me.

It's for the best.

(Rondon speaking Portuguese)

(Morse code beeping)

(speaking Portuguese)

-Hey, Colonel.
-Look at the camera.

(chuckles)

Lt. Pinheiro will
take the mules back

and then proceed
on to where I think

the River of Doubt
will emerge.

-Understood.
-Okay?

But now I need
your attention.

There are many wonderful
things in the river

and along the banks.

Some are beautiful,
some can provide sustenance.

And there are Indians.

They can see us,

but most of the time
we cannot see them.

If they want,
they can pick us off

one by one until
we are all dead.

We cannot fight
an invisible enemy.

The only way
to survive here

is to be
a respectful visitor

because, remember,
we are on their land.

(speaking Portuguese)

♪

(speaking Portuguese)

(birds calling)

(monkeys chittering)

(ducks quacking)

♪

(door closes)

(chuckles)

Bill. Farrel Nash.

He's an outdoorsman like me,
an accomplished naturalist
and a trained forester.

He's going to help us find
the most important forests...

And turn them
into protected lands.

Yes, national parks,
monuments and so on.

Given the vast sums
of money that timber
interests give

to senators and congressmen,
how do you propose
to do this?

By executive order,
and do it so fast they'll
be caught off guard.

"They" being
the current land owners?

-(knock on door)
-Teddy: Yes. Come in.

But will this expansion
of Presidential powers

prove to be legal
under the constitution?

Well, you're
the ex-judge.

You will have to find
ways to defend us

if Congress fights back.

I didn't come here
to twiddle my thumb.

-"House of Morgan"?
-(door opens)

-Hello there!
-Hello.

I just wanted to stop in
and let you know

that I'm going out
for lunch with Nicholas.

Oh. The Longworth fellow
from the House?

Bully for you.

(snake hisses)

(woman screams)

Goodbye, Daddy.

Very good.

Mr. President, can't you
control your daughter?!

I can do one
of two things.

I could be President
of the United States

or I can control
Alice Roosevelt.

No man can possibly
do both.

(distant horn honking)

He sent it back.

Was there a note?

Yes.

"Dear J.P., thank you
for what I'm told

"is an extraordinary
bottle of wine,

but I rarely drink,
and even if I did,
I'd still send it back."

(carriage rattling,
horse neighing)

"Thanks also for the tepid
note of apology,

"which I will keep
and have framed

"and hung
above my desk the day
I break up your monopoly.

"En garde!

Theodore Roosevelt."

Apparently, he's had
the initials "T.R."

painted on the side
of his White House carriage

in the same lettering as yours.

Only bigger, I'm sure.

He wants a fight.

And doesn't lack courage.

He got the job by accident,

now he needs to flex
his muscles to prove

he deserves it.

He thinks he's the owner
of the truth.

The high priest
of all morals on Earth.

In other words,
not corruptible?

(scoffs)

I'd say not.

Yet.

If he wants a fight,
I'll give him one.

I'll fight him
all the way

to the Supreme Court
and beat him.

I never saw a man
so obnoxiously happy
in his occupation.

Let him enjoy it
while he can.

A wealthy family
like mine can last
for generations

and get stronger
with each one.

A President serves
two terms at best

and then gets tossed...

into the wilderness.

I just came
from the Supreme Court.

The judges affirmed
your right to break up
the monopoly.

(chuckles)

Ha ha!

We beat
J.P. Morgan!

(laughing)

This is bully!

Absolutely bully!

God forgive me
for my caution!

Knocked him sideways.

(chuckles)

This might well change
the American way of life!

If we can tame
corporations like this,

maybe next they can be made
fully accountable

for the health and welfare
of their workers.

(audience applauding)

Man: And finally,
I want to thank you all

for coming here tonight

-to support
the Republican Party...
-(sighs)

...and the reelection
of President Theodore Roosevelt.

Thank you very much,
and God bless America.

-(applauding)
-You came to support me?

I came to support
the party.

Theodore, you can poke
at me all you like,

but I take great exception
at you attacking
the House of Morgan.

Me is one thing,
my business is another.

The heat of battle.

It was ungentlemanly
and I apologize.

I tell you I won't stand
for you stealing land
by executive order.

Nor will my partners
in the mining
and timber business.

Have you ever been
to the Grand Canyon?

No!

Well, it's a sight.

Have you ever been, sir?

I have,
and it is breathtaking.

(chuckles)

It's one of the great
wonders of nature, J.P.

And I believe if you
saw it, you'd agree

we should keep it
for our children

and our
children's children,

and all who come
after them.

It's the one sight
every American
should see.

But your Allied Mining
Company of Colorado

has decided to blow up
bits of it in search
of minerals

and they won't stop
till they have marred
the face of every cliff

and poisoned all the fish
in the Colorado River!

What gives you,
and you alone,

the right to decide
who owns land

and which company
does what... where?

What that company
is doing, J.P.,

is unpatriotic.

It's sacrilege
and a desecration

and no amount
of profit will
ever make it right.

So, I am going
to stop it

and make that land
public land.

And that is that.

Excellent.

You pick a lot of fights.

I'd rather be
a good President
for three years

than a lousy one
for seven.

I'd rather have trees
than not have trees.

They help you breathe,
you know,

according
to Farrel Nash.

I miss you.

I'm always with you.

You're always with me.

You are not
always with me.

And if you fail to get
a second term,

it won't break my heart.

A national park.

To be honest with you,
the Grand Canyon
is a national monument.

It is truly...

Give his
re-election campaign

$50,000 in my name.

Really? Why?

To show him
that this setback
doesn't bother me!

To probe him,

to see if he's
getting more...

cynical.

Perkins:
He sent it back.

(speaking Portuguese)

You went past the line,
I think.

Come again?

Your pour was a bit
heavy handed.

Kermit:
Oh, I see.

Should I spit it back up
into the bottle?

If building bridges
doesn't work out,

why don't you try
your hand at vaudeville?

Kermit, would it be
all right if I...?

No. Go right ahead.

Just be sure
to follow the lines.

Obrigado.

I didn't know you were
a drinking man.

Perhaps I don't want
anybody to know.

(dog whining)

Paixã
Coronel.

Rondon:
Major.

(speaking Portuguese)

Coronel, I, uh...
have been meaning to tell you.

I'm a trained engineer

and I don't want to be
just another passenger.

If it's possible, I would like
to help with the surveying.

I will think about it.

(hammering)

Hey, Kermit. Please, you get
into this one, please?

-Yes, Colonel.
-Okay.

(straining)

(speaking Portuguese)

Rondon:
Next measurement!

He's a daring
young man, isn't he?

I know. I know.

Rondon:
Next measurement!

(speaking Portuguese)

Rondon:
Next measurement!

(speaking Portuguese)

(chuckles)

Father...

there's something I've
always meant to ask.

Yes?

It's about your time
in Cuba.

Ah! (chuckles)

My crowded hour.

What of it?

I remember reading
an article about the war

that described you as...

that described you as
taunting the enemy dead
in the trenches.

Laughing
and hopping about.

I had written
the whole thing off
as gossip, of course.

But...

there isn't any truth
in it, is there?

It is true.

I see.

Why shouldn't it be?

Do you have any idea

what those Spaniards
did to our soldiers
that they captured?

When I looked down
at those dead Spaniards,

I thought not
of their lost humanity

but of the lost humanity
of my own soldiers.

The ones whose corpses
we found strewn

up and down
the San Juan coast,

their eyes plucked out
by vultures,

their flesh pecked
clean by land crabs.

It could just as easily
have been me lying dead.

And if a Spanish colonel
stood over my corpse

and hooted and hollered
in victory,

I would not
begrudge him for it.

(hammering)

(farts)

(farting)

(sighing)

Ah... (chuckles)

Coronel!

Desculpa!

(chuckles, sighs)

(Indian calling in distance)

(Indian ululating)

(playing somber tune)

(repeating tune on accordion)

(chuckles)

(playing somber tune)

(accordion playing coda)

(sound of rushing water)

(grunting)

(Julio shouting in Portuguese)

Teddy: Over there!

Hurry up!

Hurry up! Come on!

Hurry!

Hurry!

(wood creaking)

Come on!

The rope is shredding.
It's shredding!

Kermit:
Simplício!

Come on!

Vamos!

Meat. Meat, please.

Thank you.

Coronel, I've been hearig
voices in the forest.

Yes.

And...?

It's to be expected.
We are on their land.

It's normal, Colonel.

Normal?

Imagine you are back home
in New York

and you see a group
of strangers camping
in your backyard.

Wouldn't you say something
to your family?

I see your point,
of course,

but the question is,
how dangerous are they?

We do not know yet.

(speaking Portuguese)

(Indians calling in distance)

-(calling stops)
-(gun cocking)

(laughs)

I think he likes me
more than you!

(dog grumbling)

(barking)

Kermit:
I say, Father,

I finally caught a fish.

Oh, well, congratulations.

Should feed us all
for weeks.

What's it called?

Candiru. It's quite
common around here,

according
to Simplício.

Apparently,
it's everywhere,

and it has a peculiar
reputation,

not just for having
sharply pointed teeth,
but...

Nash:
No, no, no.

It actually has

sharply pointed spines
on its back.

Ah! Fascinating.

Occasionally there
have been reports

of unlucky travelers
urinating in
candiru-infested waters,

and... uh...

it's actually...
it's so grotesque,
you know.

Go on!

So, apparently,
the candiru,

when they're young
and small,

can actually swim up
one's urine stream

and enter
into the urethra,

at which point they
open their spines
and get lodged in.

Sometimes, amputation
of the affected member
is necessary...

(men laughing)

Dr. Cajazeira!

Doctor!

Dr. Cajazeira!
Doctor!

(laughter continues)

Come on, Father,
you can do it.

We've been on the river
12 days.

Yes.

And traveled
more or less 84 miles.

Somewhat under.

And it appears we've lost
a good deal of our food.

Nearly half the food
was lost

when the dugouts
went over the falls.

And not just ours.

And if the river is
1,000 miles long,

how long will it take us
to come out the other end?

(sighs)

About 140 days.

Hm.

(Indians calling)

(distant thunder rumbling)

(tin cans rattling)

♪

Teddy:
You know what I just saw?

Julio hoarding away food
in secret.

He's been tucking into
his own private store.

Colonel Rondon does have
his men on half rations.

What? With all
this physical labor?

They must be starving!

Yes.

He said it was a matter
of national pride.

The American guest
must eat with
the abundant quantities

to which he is clearly
accustomed.

Teddy:
Good morning, Colonel.

Good morning.

I will not
accept more food

than any other man
on this trip!

Who do you take me for?

I can hold my own
out here with any man!

I'm sure you can, Colonel.

I'm sure.

Good.

That's settled, then.

(sighs)

But I must ask.

How is it that,
in this verdant forest

where everything grows
and flourishes

to an almost
obscene degree...

how is it there's
suddenly nothing
to goddamn eat?

No animals, no birds,

very few fish...

I see
the occasional monkey,

almost nothing else.

Rondon:
There are no Brazil nuts.

Teddy:
And what does that mean?

Rondon:
The nuts simply haven't grown.

If there are no nuts,
the agoutis leave.

And if there are
no agoutis,

all the animals that eat
the agoutis also leave.

And what you are
left with...

is this.

These Indians
we keep hearing,

how do they live?

Through patience,
Colonel.

If we stop for a few days
and remain quiet,

we will shoot
some animals and catch...

Obrigado.

...catch enough fish
to sustain us

for two or three days,
maybe more,

and then we will have
to stop again.

No, no, no, no.
We have to move faster.

Or slower.

No, faster, I say.

While we still have provisions,
we should move faster!

Yeah, I came here...

Let's start earlier.

And must you survey
every wretched bend?

Can we not just get
a more general sense

of which way
the river flows?

With all due respect,
Colonel,

I came here
to survey a river.

Unless I can provide
my government with
a detailed map,

this expedition
will be worthless

and my job
would be at risk.

I am sorry, Theodore,
but I must take

Colonel Rondon's side
on this.

But when people start
hiding in order to eat,

the next thing they do is...

Hide in order to eat?

Excuse me, Colonel.

Hide in order to eat?
What do you mean?

Julio.

I saw him helping himself
to some extra rations in secret.

(speaking Portuguese)

(Julio coughing)

(grunts)

(grunting continues)

(Julio groans)

(Julio groans)

Enough.

Enough.

(Julio coughing)

Teddy:
Hey.

(man speaking Portuguese)

Well...

so much for pacifism.

♪

Maybe you should
rest once in a while.

I need to deliver this
as soon as we get back.

We need the money.

Oh, for God's sake.

Your mother always says
I'm hopeless with money.

It's not true.

I've always followed
my father's advice

and lived within my means.

Oh, except for one year,

before you were born,

when they found
all my cattle out west, dead.

High up in the trees,
trying to get at
the last edible twigs.

In an especially
horrid winter.

I always assumed

that if I kept marching
along at a good clip,

fate would knock on my door
and hand me a bag of coins.

Well, fate did come
knocking on your door,
many times.

Yes, it did.

But since
the last election,

fate hasn't set foot
on my property,

let alone knocked
on my door.

This is all I have,
Kermit...

to dig me out of a hole.

A tale of suffering...

and adventure.

So the worse things get,
the better the book.

Your luck still holds,
Father.

(chuckles)

(flute playing simple melody)

Rondon:
Shh.

(Rondon speaking Portuguese)

(flute resumes playing)

I can endure
any physical hardship,

but not shame.

Twelve years ago,
I encountered

a tribe deep
in the jungle.

They were shy.

And after
many weeks waiting,

I got them to trust me,

and we started to work
together in peace.

Then I was called back
to Rio.

I left a small platoon
under the command

of a good soldier,

but he was too young.

I was gone 20 kilometers
when he caught up with me.

Some of my soldiers
had rebelled

and were in the village
giving the Indians
alcohol

and forcing themselves
on their women.

(sighs)

I'm part Indian,
Colonel.

My mother was
a half Bororo Indian,

and my father was
a half Guajá Indian.

Then I rode back
to the village

and drove my men out,
riding around them,

shouting...
using this weapon.

Back in camp,
I ordered them
to kneel down in line.

I took a thick
bamboo stick

and started
to beat them.

There were
nine of them.

I started at one end

and beat each man in turn

as hard as I could,

and when I reached
the end, I headed back

and beat each one again.

I beat them for an hour.

Just kept going,
bashing them.

It was a strong feeling,
this rage.

The next day,
one of them died.

A year later I was
in a military court.

I thought I was going
to be expelled,

but the judge understood

and I kept
my commission.

That day,
I swore an oath,

to the judge
and to myself,

that I would never again
allow myself to feel

that kind of rage.

I understand.

More than you can know.

I do not blame you,
Cândido,

not at all.

Thank you.