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The simple truth is that,
with the wilful looting

and destruction of religious
and historical monuments

throughout the Middle East,

priceless artefacts are being
traded on the black market

by thieves and opportunists.

And we face similar challenges
all over the world.

As we sit here, a vast swathe
of the Amazonian rainforest,

first charted by Victorian
explorer Percy Fawcett,

is being destroyed.

Fawcett was a visionary

and, with the recent discovery
of the lost Yuruti tribe,

we have a real opportunity to
find Fawcett's last known camp.

And yet all that you're having
me do is sit behind a desk

and fill out budgets and...
and viability studies...

I think what Alex is trying
to say is...

What I'm saying is Fawcett,
Carter, Livingstone,

Mary Kingsley, these were not
people who sat behind desks.

They went out into the world

and they found
what they were looking for.

Let me go out there and try
to emulate these men and women.

(Murmuring)

These decisions take time.

But you've done
all you can for today.

We have an exhibition
in six weeks' time,

to be opened by Lord Caernarvon

and a member
of the Royal family.

If you give me this chance,
I will find Fawcett's camp

and I will bring back artefacts
for that exhibition.

The media attention
such an exhibit would attract

would firmly put the museum
back in the public eye.

Just as the Chancellor's new
budget is due to be delivered

later that very same month.

In which he seeks to cut
public funding,

as part of his new...
austerity drive.

You've promised them continued
government funding,

from a budget
you have no control over,

based on the discovery

of something we don't know
actually exists.

What do you think?

Better not come back
empty-handed

or we're all screwed.

Oh, what could possibly
go wrong?

♪ 7HORSE: Most Of That
Is You And Me

♪ I don't need all the action

♪ I can't take all the speed

♪ I just need a reaction, baby

♪ Most of that is you and me

♪ Most of that is you and me...

WOMAN: It's a fake.

I'll give you 50 bucks.

I'm surprised it's worth 50.

Because it's not the stone
I came in with.

You switched.

♪ The world is
drivin' me crazy

♪ Gives me a kind of disease

♪ I've got some kind of
reaction, baby

♪ Most of that is you and me

♪ Most of that is you and me

- Uhh-ohh.
- (Whinnies)

It's OK, Clara. I've got this.

Ripped & Corrected By mstoll

Really?

Ya!

Aaargh! Whoa-aaa-aaa!

Clara, stop!

Clara! Aaa-aaa-arrgghh!

(Screams echo)

Aaa-aaa-arrgghh!

That's enough!

Stop!

Stop! Whoa!

Aaa-aaa-arrgghh!

(Groans)

I... I think you dropped this.

(Tribal chanting, drums)

Aw, come on, guys!
You're eating Clara? Really?

Are you completely stupid?

Who the hell are you?

♪ EZRA FURMAN: Restless Year

♪ Sing like a ooh-la ooh-la
ooh-ooh

♪ I set up camp
in the centre of town

♪ Ready for freedom
when it all comes down

♪ Snapping my fingers,
walking around

♪ I'm a dusty jewel
in a thrown-out crown

♪ Got a bus pass to make my way

♪ From hideout to hideout
in the heat of the day

♪ I got a talisman tote
with the whole array

♪ And when you catch my
coat-tails I'll be miles away

I was asking for directions from
their hunting party,

then you attacked them.

They assumed I was a diversion

and went from happy to help
to string her up!

(Man shouts urgently)

- What's going on?
- They're going to stake me

over that fire-ants' nest.

It's their standard punishment
for errant women.

Nasty.

What about me?

You're a thief. They'll hold
a Yohimbe trial.

I'm not a thief.

What's a Yohimbe trial?

The Yuruti are notoriously
bisexual.

They'll smear you
in monkey blood

and then they'll send you
into the chief's hut for sex.

- (Mutters)
- Come on, he's 90 years old!

That's where the Yohimbe comes
in. It's a sexual stimulant

made from tree bark.

There may be another way, Mr?

Hooten. No Mr.

The Yuruti are immensely proud
of their warriors.

If you were to challenge and
defeat their strongest warrior,

they'd see it as the will
of the gods.

So if I win...

they have to let us go?

So I believe.

Have you thought about not
getting quite so close to him?

Waaa-aaa-aaah!

Ooh.

Ha!

Perhaps try a little more jab
and move.

Which way are you gonna run?

South. I have a boat
on the river.

Wait. Why are we running?
They're letting us go.

- Aren't they?
- (Man shouts angrily)

(Shocked utterances)

(Member of tribe yells)

(Massed yelling)

Where's your damn boat?

Keep going!

- Why are they chasing us?
- I dunno! Sore losers?

(Angry yelling)

You start the engine!
I'll cast off!

Clive.

Erm...

Base camp's lost contact
with Alex.

You got a name?

Alexandra Lindo-Parker.

Lindo? That's a helluva
middle name.

No, my middle names are
Diana, Elizabeth.

My surname is Lindo-Parker.

- You have five names?
- Well, strictly speaking,

only four names,
the Lindo-Parker is hyphenated.

No shit. So, what, your parents
couldn't make up their mind?

They're all family names.

So, what are you doing out here,
Miss Alexandra Lindo-Parker?

I work with the British Museum.

We're here searching
for the last camp site

of Victorian explorer
Percy Fawcett.

He came here in 1925, in the
spring, to search for El Dorado.

The fabled city of gold.

The lost city of Z.

Zee.

Zed.

And let me guess.
He didn't find it.

No-one knows.
He was never seen again.

So, you find this camp
and then what?

The idea is to create a tableau
in the museum,

using all of Fawcett's
original artefacts.

- That'll shake up the world.
- You don't like museums?

People spend too much of their
time looking back or forwards.

Everybody's "now" is turning
to shit.

I think history is important.

It helps us to understand
where we come from.

Sometimes that's not such
a great idea.

What do you do, Mr Hooten?

This and that.

And are either "this" or "that"
an occupation of any kind?

You know,
you ask a lot of questions.

Which you have a canny knack of
avoiding answering.

It's a gift.

It's gonna get dark soon.

We should pull over somewhere
and bed down.

So, what do we know?

It's gonna be dark there soon.
Her phone's dead.

She's been off-radar
for 11 hours.

- Team on the ground?
- Pascal Baudin,

the embassy guide,
he's only just begun

to put a search party together,
to leave at first light, erm...

Last known point of contact

was north of the Yuruti
hunting grounds

and it's just too much ground
to cover, only possible by air.

I can't imagine what the board

are gonna say
when they find out.

Well, let's just hope we find
her then, before they do.

(Sighs)

What's that?

I grabbed some before we left
the camp.

Seemed like the smart thing
to do.

It looks like meat.

Mm.

You're eating your horse!

It's what she would have wanted.

No. Thank you.

People are gonna be worried sick
about me.

What about you, Mr Hooten?
Anyone worrying about you?

No Mr.

I had one friend
and I've just eaten her.

(Sighs)

(Hooten groans)

I think I dropped my hammock
back there when we were running.

- That was careless.
- We were being chased.

I didn't drop mine.

You know, you can be very rude.

- Thank you.
- It wasn't a compliment.

Look, lady, I don't wanna be
here with you any more than

you wanna be here with me,
so let's get some sleep.

- We'll say bye in the morning.
- Fine.

There's a supply post
four miles north of here.

You can drop me off there.

- Nope. Sorry.
- What?

I'll be heading south.

With my boat.

- South?
- I was being given directions

by the Yuruti tribe, before we
were so rudely interrupted.

There is a high ridge
south from here

and I think that's where Fawcett
made his camp.

- So you can drop me off first.
- In the opposite direction?

That's hardly practical.

You can stay here or walk
to your supply camp.

You want me to hack my way

through four miles
of dense jungle?

I cannot tell you
how many people

tried to talk me out of coming
to the Amazon, Mr Hooten.

They said it was impossible,
that I was doomed for failure.

I am not returning empty-handed.

- That's a little selfish.
- Depends on your point of view.

You have a hammock,
I have a boat.

Now, I can either collect you
on my way back

or you can come with me.
It's your choice.

Not much of a choice.

Not my problem.

Great.

Why not?

Let's go find
the dead Victorian guy.

- Sleep tight.
- I will.

The phone company has confirmed
that her phone's not in use

and it hasn't been
for the last 24 hours.

The search team is getting ready
to leave now.

Keep me in the loop.

(Birdsong)

(Engine fails to start)

(Engine fails to start)

(Hooten groans and sighs)

- (Engine fails to start)
- Morning!

- Are you all right?
- Yeah.

I thought I'd get the boat
loaded up.

Oh.

How very thoughtful.

Thank you.

- Do you want me to drive?
- I can manage.

Suit yourself.

(Hooten sighs)

(Engine starts)

Which way is south?

No, no, you gotta back it out
that way.

(Revs engine)

That's good.

How much further?

There... should be a hill.

Just up there.

You should know
there's a snake above you.

- He's really big.
- Of course there is.

No, no, no. I'm serious.

Do you think I'm entirely
stupid?

It was a rhetorical question.

I'm sure this is
the right place.

How did you Brits conquer
half the world, anyway?

Just bumping into places?

Aim for Norway. End up in India.

No, look, there's a ridge!
Just like the Yuruti described.

It's definitely the next ridge.

OK. Not funny now.

Even the goats are shaking
their heads as we pass.

Have faith, Mr Hooten.

This is it. I knew it.
This is Percy's camp!

Look!

(Gasps) It's him!

Oh, my...

It's remarkably well preserved.

Will you look at this?

Look.

A pen?

A slice of history.

Can't you see him?

Sitting here alone. Right here!

Not as vividly as you can.

Knock yourself out.

Mr Hooten!

All done. We can go now.

It's almost dark.
We'll go in the morning.

Oh.

Sorry.

It's all right.

WOMAN: It's been 17 hours.

That is not how I wanted
today to end.

So, yes, Pascal, yes, I am
more than a little concerned

and, you know, it doesn't help
in the least

you telling me not to be.

We'll try again at first light.

- I'll be here.
- OK.

(Ends call)

Perhaps we should think about
telling her family.

And her fiancé.

(Light shower)

All right.
Let's get out of here.

Do you think we should bury him
or something?

I dunno. Just...

Cover him with a blanket
or something.

You think so?

(Gasps)

- You broke his arm off.
- I didn't mean to!

The poor guy's been laying there
minding his own business

for the better part of 100 years
and you rip his arm off.

You told me to cover him up.

I didn't. It was the decent
thing to do.

- Are you always this annoying?
- Always.

Are you gonna just
leave it there?

OK.

There's something in his hand.

I think it's a map.

I think this is telling us
where the lost city is.

Do you know how many treasure
maps I've followed?

- They don't tend to end well.
- It isn't just treasure.

This is an entire city.
A city...

so full of gold

that its inhabitants used
to grind it down into powder,

then blow it through canes
to paint each other's bodies.

El Dorado means, quite
literally, "gilded man".

It says that the start point is
in Madre de Dios,

just below Paratoari.

I don't know anyone who's ever
been there on foot.

So then we would be
the first people there!

What do you mean "we"?
How did we become a "we"?

You can't just take someone
and turn them into a "we".

I'm giving you the opportunity

to discover
the lost city of gold!

Yeah, and, if we find it,
what's my cut?

We are on the verge
of finding evidence

that proves this...
this ancient civilisation

that people have spent centuries
searching for

and all you're interested in is
"What's my cut"?

Pretty much.

10%.

50:50. Straight down the middle.

I need to tell my team
what I've found.

Fine.

That store I told you about is
about four hours downriver.

We can pick up provisions. Tell
your team whatever you want.

I have first choice for anything
with historical significance.

I have first choice

of anything that looks easy
to melt down into money.

Thank you, Percy!

Sorry about the arm.

(Music on radio)

- Hola, Hooten.
- Hola, Alice.

(Giggles) How are you doing?

Oh...

- What I can get you?
- A beer first.

- And then I've got a list.
- Oh? Am I on it?

- Right at the top.
- (Alice giggles)

Sorry to interrupt. Do you have
access to any kind of telephone?

Sure, we have Skype.

And FaceTime.
Knock yourself out.

Thank you.

(Connecting tone)

Pascal!

Thank heavens. Where are you?

I need you to call Ella. Tell
her that everything's OK.

And then ask her
to tell Edward, too.

- Yes. Give me your location.
- No, no, no. Look, wait.

I have something far more
exciting to show you. Look.

I think it shows where
the lost city is.

So I'm getting provisions
to head there now.

(Beeps)

Any word on our missing lady?

Anything?

No. Nothing.

I'm just refuelling
and we're good to go.

Right, I'll be out in a minute.

(Printer hums)

That was Pascal.

It's still no news.

He said that they'd do
a final sweep.

- But...
- But what?

Then he thinks
we should consider

calling off the search party.

Thank you very much.

Here.

So...

How long do you know Hooten?

Er, not very long.

- You slept with him yet?
- No, I have not!

So, he hasn't asked you, huh?

Wouldn't make
the slightest diff...

Stop your yapping. There's
a break in the clouds, let's go.

- Hasta luego, Hooten.
- Till next time.

No, thank you.

- That was very rude.
- What?

Barking at me like that,
that it was time to go.

I wasn't "barking" at you.

I felt like I was being
summoned.

The boat's loaded up
and ready to go.

I would just appreciate a little
bit of courtesy, that's all.

Is that so difficult?

♪ BAND OF SKULLS:
Hoochie Coochie

You're just very truculent.

That's not even a word.

Hostile and antagonistic.

(Gasps)

Hooten!

♪ You should have worked
a little harder at school

♪ Trust you...

Aaa-aaa-aaah!

♪ ...to be tripping out

♪ Trust you...

- (Screams) Put me down!
- No!

♪ Trust you...

I am not antagonistic.

♪ Hoochie coochie

Untie us!

(Hooten grunts)

OK, gentlemen,
I'll take the chopper.

You follow the river south.
Keep in radio contact. OK?

Let's go, Doug.

(Search team talk in Spanish)

Look out for an inlet.

(Hooten sucks) Mm.

Is that absolutely necessary?

Are you kidding me? This is
where all the flavour is.

You should try it.

No, thank you.

Water?

I'm good.

- Where is the water?
- In my bag. (Sucks noisily)

Unbelievable!

This is why the Yuruti were
chasing us!

- You stole it again.
- I didn't steal it "again".

This is the first time.

- Isn't that splitting hairs?
- Splitting hairs?

They killed Clara
and beat me half to death.

And... they were about to stake
you over an ants' nest.

Yes, but all of that
only happened

because of what you did!

None of this would have happened

if you hadn't stolen the skull
in the first place!

Then we escape
by the skin of our teeth

and you just go right ahead
and steal it again!

I didn't steal anything.

Well, now I did.

Don't give me that, don't give
me that, you grave robber.

- What?
- Wrenching that map

from his cold, dead hands.
(Tuts)

- That is hardly the same thing.
- No.

You're right. It's worse.

You should be ashamed
of yourself.

And you broke his arm off!
(Chuckles)

You know, everyone has the right
to be stupid, Mr Hooten,

but you really abuse
the privilege.

Now where are you going?

I know it's close.
I'll find it without you.

OK. Well, have fun
with the snakes

and the spiders
and the flesh-eating bugs

and the 10,000 other things,
besides me,

- that could kill you out there.
- I will!

I give you about an hour
before you come crawling back!

(Alex screams)

Mr Hooten?

Mr Hooten? Please!

Wow, less than a minute!

(Grunts)

Oh.

Need a little help?

If it's not too much trouble.

Apologise first.

- What?
- For calling me a thief.

Do you mind terribly
if we do this later?

Yes. You won't apologise later.

You're actually serious,
aren't you?

No, I'm just bored.

Fine! Fine, fine, fine, fine!
I apologise.

For?

For calling you a thief.

You're trying to think of
something else, aren't you?

Seems too good
an opportunity to miss.

God, you are...

such a... dickhead!

Apology accepted.

- Whoah.
- Aah.

Whoa. All right.

Uhh...

Give me your hand.

Come on.

Come on, you gotta meet me
halfway.

I got you, I got you.

- Ooh! Whoa-aaa-aaa!
- Aah!

BOTH: Aaargh!

Urghh! Ohh!

BOTH: Aaargh!

BOTH: Uhh!

(Hooten groans)

Ohh. Anything broken?

No, I don't think so.

Could you get off me, please?

Uhh. Ohh...

Ow.

(Groans)

HOOTEN: Ah-ah-ah.

Look!

(Alex groans)

(Bird squawks)

(Laughs)

Land us down there!

(Insect buzzes)

God bless Percy Fawcett!

And God bless
your British Museum!

- (Gunshot)
BOTH: Uhh!

Hooten, try not to move.

Are you kidding me?
Somebody's shooting at me.

Pascal?

Wait. So, you know this guy?

What am I saying? Of course
you know him, he shot me.

Yeah, OK.

Why are you doing this, Pascal?

Why? Well, to prevent you from
ruining Percy Fawcett's memory.

- Really?
- No. For the money, stupid.

- Aah!
- That and the fact that

I've been attached
to your embassy

as a guide for three years.

Wait, if he's pissed off with
you, what is he shooting me for?

Three years of taking orders
from the English.

I'm a Frenchman.
You figure it out.

- Why don't you shoot her?
- Charming.

He's French!
You didn't see that coming?

- Aah!
- Come.

(Chortles)

You know,
if we make it out of this,

it'll be quite a story for you
to tell the museum.

If we make it out, I doubt
I shall be allowed back there.

How come?

I promised them... rather a lot.

I persuaded them
to have faith in me

and I've done nothing
but make a mess of it all.

Look, it could be worse.

How?

Look, for what it's worth,
you've been pretty amazing.

You've got some balls.

Thank you. I think.

You're only half as annoying
as most of the Brits I meet.

Well, you're not the most
annoying American I've ever met.

Sorry for the inconvenience,
Lady Alexandra. Such bad form.

Lady?

It's just a title.
I don't really use it.

No shit.
You're like a real lady?

- Does it matter?
- You said you worked

- for the British Museum.
- I do.

Oh, I see. Because I'm a lady,
you think I sit around all day

being waited on, hand and foot,
by a butler.

- You've actually got a butler?
- No!

OK. No, yes, fine.
That's exactly what I do.

And I generally travel
everywhere by horse and carriage

and I wear lace gloves
and a bonnet.

Do you know the Queen?

Pascal?

Pascal!

Douglas, you have to help us.

- What's going on?
- Quickly, quickly!

- (Gunshot)
- Ohh!

Oh, my...

- Ohh!
- Room for more gold.

Can you reach those rocks
by your feet?

What?

What? Where?

MAN: Pascal, we've had another
call from the museum,

asking for an update.
What's your position? Over.

(Radio off)

Aah.

Come on, quickly!

He's coming back.

- You need to come with me.
- No!

There's a search party
looking for you. Get up!

Once they find you,
they'll go home.

I'll drop you off.

Hey, Pepé Le Pew, how about you
untie me so I can kick your ass?

No! No! Look, I'll go with you.

Just don't hurt him.
Where's he gonna go?

Well, at least you will have
the famous

lost city of Z to look at
while you bleed to death.

Aaargh!

Now come.

Hurry.

- Hurry!
- It's zee.

Get in.

Quick!

You're never going to
get away with this.

Hooten!

That's no way to treat a lady.

Uhh!

I could use a little help here!

Oh, shit!

- (Cocks rifle)
- Not that kind of help!

Aaah!

Hooten!

(Tribal wailing)

(Excited chanting)

Hooten!

Ah. Ah.

Aaargh!

Ah.

(Console beeps)

- (Beeping continues)
- Jump!

Don't be ridiculous!

Trust me! Jump!

- (Beeping)
- Oh, merde!

Wow!

Whoo!

Yeah!

- (Laughs)
- Huh-huh.

That was great!

You're all right.

What are you doing?

What do you mean? Nothing.

- You puckered.
- No, I didn't.

- You definitely puckered.
- I did no such thing!

I get it. Hero saves the girl,
she puts out.

Nothing like a happy ending
to get those hormones pumping.

Happy ending? Happy ending?

I found the Yuruti tribe
and they were going to show me

what it is that I came here for
in the first place.

And then you show up
and I'm dangling upside down,

I'm being threatened with being
eaten alive by fire ants,

I'm being chased
by an angry tribe

and having arrows fired at me
and then I'm tied up again,

I'm kidnapped and I'm chucked
out of a bloody helicopter!

- Yeah.
- Now you're accusing me

of trying to kiss you?
Define "happy"!

Methinks the lady protests...

Actually, it's "the lady doth
protest too much, methinks".

- I'm glad you agree.
- You are so...

- Handsome?
- Infuriating!

Great! No gold, no skull
and I've been shot.

We...

We still have Percy's map. Oh.

(Chuckles)

We know what the start point is,
it's the Madre de Dios.

Yeah, then we fell down
a mountain.

Not to mention
our little helicopter ride.

It was impossible with Percy's
map, let alone without it.

To find that place again, you'd
need to send in the bulldozers.

- Level the entire rainforest.
- Well, look, it's not all bad.

I still have all of Percy's
things.

Great.

You lose us a city made of gold,

but you've still got
Percy's things.

- Oh, so it's all my fault?
- That's what I said.

I think you're forgetting that
I very probably saved your life.

Saved my life? You got me shot!

It's just a scratch.

(Distant siren wails)

(Clicks)

CLIVE: It sounds a bit intense
for a first field trip.

ALEX: Nonsense.
It was terribly exciting.

Well, you must tell me
all about it on Monday.

Monday? Lovely.

This place is buzzing
because of you.

Well, us.

- I'm sorry about Pascal.
- Wasn't your fault.

No, I have made a note
not to book

any more homicidal Frenchmen
as your guides in the future.

- Great. Thank you.
- Absolutely not.

- Very thoughtful.
- Yes.

So, no Edward tonight?

No, he had an emergency at work.

Have you shared all the gory
details of your trip with him?

Edited highlights.

And this Hooten chap,
what's he like?

He's a tad rough
around the edges.

Oh? Is he here?

No. He...

This isn't his kind of thing.

Ah, yeah. Right. Well...

(Knock at door)

(Distant music and laughter)

You have something for me?

You're hurt.

You want me to stay?

(Sucks noisily)

(Bell chimes three o'clock)

(Distant siren wails)

♪ DOROTHY: Wicked Ones

♪ This night ain't for
the faint of heart

♪ For the faint of heart,
for the faint of heart

♪ This night ain't
for the faint of heart

♪ Cos the faint of heart
are gonna fall apart

♪ Ah-ah-ah

♪ Ah-ah-ah

♪ Ah-ah-ah,
ah-ah, ah ah, ah-ah-ah

♪ Ah-ah-ah...

♪ Ooh-la-ooh

♪ Sing like a

♪ Ooh-la ooh-la ooh-ooh

♪ I set up camp

♪ In the centre of town

♪ Ready for freedom

♪ When it all comes down

♪ Snapping my fingers

♪ Walking around

♪ I'm a dusty jewel

♪ In a thrown-out crown

♪ Got a bus pass to make my way

♪ From hideout to hideout

♪ In the heat of the day

♪ I got a talisman tote

♪ With the whole array

♪ When you catch my coat-tails

♪ I'll be miles away

Ripped & Corrected By mstoll