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Get the straitjacket.

We're not going to hurt you!

She arrived two days ago. She seemed so quiet.

She tore off her breast and ate it.

I read her file, she was found in the Amazon forest.

Let's try to calm her down.

We'll administer electro-shock therapy in the morning.

Let me through. Nothing happened.

Emanuelle, what are you doing? Are you crazy?

Do you want them to find you?

You've no idea of the scandal it would cause...

if they find out you're a journalist. I don't know if you realise.

Fortunately, you'll leave tomorrow, and this problem will be resolved.

Tell your boss the price goes up next time because it's too risky.

Don't forget.

Don't be afraid.

I'm not going to hurt you.

What's your name?

She ate one of her breasts. A case of cannibalism.

It really is unbelievable.

It might be the scoop of the century. What happened to the nurse?

She'll pull through, although I don't have much sympathy for her.

It seems she asked for it.

She was famous for her homosexual tendencies.

She's the one who started abusing her.

Those two weeks in there were tremendous.

You can't imagine what happens in an asylum.

By the way, our accomplice said he'll increase the price next time.

But don't count on me next time.

We got lucky, from an investigation into an asylum and we end up with this.

Look at the strange symbol above her pubis.

Yes, it's a tattoo. It looks like an Aztec symbol.

Or something like that. Let's take it to Nelson.

I'm sure he knows exactly what it is.

Comparing it to these photos from our archive it looks like the same symbol.

It's the symbol of the Tupinamba.

They were an ancient tribe dedicated to cannibalism.

They're completely extinct now.

I'm going back to the archive.

Call me if you want to know how many hairs Julius Caesar had on his butt!

You heard Nelson.

Just think, the headline will be exceptional.

"White girl raised by a tribe in the Amazon"

Say a tribe of cannibals.

The girl ate the nurse's breast.

'The last cannibals', it will be an exceptional story.

I've had an idea.

Have you ever heard of a professor Mark Lester?

He's the most eminent anthropologist around.

He's also carried out some research missions in Amazon rainforest.

Stop having these ideas.

After that story in the asylum I'm taking a month off.

By the way, professor Lester is the director the Natural History museum.

You can find him there.

- Professor Lester. - Yes?

How can I help you?

I had no idea the museum director was so young.

- I'm a special case. - My name's Emanuelle.

I'm a journalist with 'The Evening Post'.

If it's an interview you want, you'll have to have breakfast with me.

You're just in time.

It's hard to relax with all these dinosaurs watching you.

If you don't mind, I'll leave these notes for my secretary.

Make sure Ms. Brown gets these, and tell her I'll call her tonight.

Come.

- Your work must be very difficult. - Yes, but I have some fine colleagues.

They'd do better without me, but seeing as they're paying me...

- I try to justify my salary. - You're always joking.

Professor Lester, my interview concerns cannibals.

We're writing an article on this subject.

We'd like to know more.

We know you're a real authority on the subject...

and you've carried out around a dozen expeditions...

among some of the most ferocious Amazonian tribes.

Yes, it's true about the expeditions, but the subject is so vast...

that I don't think I can explain it all here.

Perhaps I'll have to invite you to my place.

And do you think this invitation carries any risk?

It's hard to say, but if I were you I'd be very careful.

I think it's worth taking a risk for my article.

Aside from the risks involved, if you come back with me...

I'll show you a wealth of documentation...

where you can find all the information you want on cannibalism.

I also have a series of very interesting films.

I sound like someone trying to lure you with their butterfly collection.

But I really do have the documentation.

I believe you, professor.

Now it's my turn to suggest something.

An expedition entirely subsidised by my newspaper.

What do you think? Would you accept?

Do you think being a museum director...

is more comfortable and perhaps more lucrative?

Or do you think you're too old for certain things?

Well?

You're provoking me, lady.

But I'll only answer you after I've shown you something very interesting.

This is in Tanzania.

This footage was recorded by the famous anthropologist William Simmons.

They're two adulterers from the Kaimba tribe.

There, you see, this is a classic example of ritual cannibalism.

Only the woman's eyes are eaten, by the husband's relatives.

While the wife's relatives eat the man's severed penis.

They're horrific images, but it isn't Africa I'm interested in it's Amazonia.

Look at this photo.

This woman was found in Tapurucuara just outside the forest...

and it looks like the tattoo above the pubis is the symbol of the Tupinamba.

That's strange. This tribe's extinct.

The Yapiaka are the descendants of the Tupinamba.

But nobody's talked about them for years.

It's very interesting.

I think I'll accept your offer to join the expedition.

I need to take care of something that really can't wait.

A man?

You don't think I've waited all my life for you.

I'm a free woman, and that's how I behave.

You're marvellous, Emanuelle.

But perhaps it's better if I never fall in love with you.

It's done, Lester's coming with me.

Get everything ready for tomorrow. Book the first flight to Manaos.

No.

Emanuelle, listen.

I changed my mind, it might be very dangerous, let's forget about it.

Forget about you. The first flight to Manaos.

Tomorrow morning.

It's going to be sensational, Rod.

Okay, you win. In that case, good luck.

Stay away from the cannibals.

Phil, get everything ready for an expedition to Amazonia.

I was worried about you.

Your article about the asylum was fabulous...

but it must have been a harrowing experience.

Now we'll go to California for a month, just you and me.

No, Peter, we can't, I'm leaving for Amazonia in the morning.

A story.

But this time it's going to be very relaxing.

- It's about the last cannibals. - You're crazy.

You really are crazy.

Yes, maybe.

And I really want to make love.

- Now? - Now.

- Goodbye, Peter. - Good luck.

I need to stop for a moment to send a telegram to my friend, Wilkins.

I'll be right back. Wait.

That's where they kept her.

Who knows if she really is crazy or she behaves like that...

because she's outside of her natural environment.

Two tickets booked by The Evening Post, please.

Thank you.

What are the origins of cannibalism?

There are various reasons and almost always of a social origin.

There's political cannibalism, for example, Idi Amin.

Then there are cases of cannibalism tolerated by the authorities.

Take the case of the plane that crashed in the Andes.

Amazonia is a world that lives by its own laws.

The average life expectancy is thirty five to forty years.

An extreme scarcity of food drives many of them to cannibalism.

The Indios down there.

They're in constant battle with the land and vegetation.

- Yes? - Sure.

Why?

Because of the climate the vegetation grows so fast it would suffocate them.

- We've almost arrived. - I can't see anything.

Soon we'll be under the clouds and we'll see Wilkins' landing strip.

I handed the girl over to the Red Cross.

Where did you find her?

Actually, it was Father Morales who found her.

A missionary who lives in the forest about a hundred miles from here.

She was wounded and in a state of shock, and she was delirious.

As Mark knows, I know many of the Amazonian dialects...

and I tried to talk to her, but she didn't respond or didn't understand.

But now let's talk about cannibals.

In twenty five years I've only heard of two cases...

both of which were hushed up by the government.

She has a tattoo under her pubis that looks like the symbol of the Yapiaka.

That might be a clue, the Yapiaka have been extinct for over half a century.

Mark Lester!

Isabelle! You're a woman!

The last time I saw you, you were this tall.

It's been six years since you were last here.

This is Sister Angela and this lady is Emanuelle, the famous journalist.

She's come all the way here to write an article on the Yapiaka.

You tell her, nobody's heard of the Yapiaka for at least fifty years.

Father Morales might be able to help you...

given that he's in contact with all the tribes in the forest.

Come with me tomorrow morning.

I have to deliver some supplies to the mission.

- Come with you? - Sure, she's taken my place.

She's far more efficient than this old wreck.

Don't say that.

It will take six days to get to the mission following the river.

The journey there usually goes smoothly.

Sister Angela's coming with you.

Isabella's done this trip at least ten times.

She's a real smart kid.

There are also Manolo and Felipe, two natives.

Make arrangements with Isabelle for your return.

She'll come and get you when you want.

Remember, when you return you promised to spend a few days here.

It will be a real pleasure. You're very kind.

Thank you.

Father Morales will be glad to see you.

He hates coming here, amongst the savages, as he calls them.

When you find him you'll know what a marvellous man he is.

- Bon voyage, Mark. - Thank you very much, Wilkins.

- Everything okay, Sister? - Yes, thanks.

Everything's okay.

Put this in the front, Manolo.

- Goodbye, dad. - Goodbye, you be careful.

Don't worry.

This is the last one.

You forgot your hat and rifle.

Thanks, dad.

Bye!

We're almost out.

I'm Venezuelan.

I went to my village for my sister's wedding...

and I can't wait to get back to the mission.

There's so much to do there. We're four nuns and Father Morales.

Many of the natives bring their children to us for treatment.

The people here are very superstitious.

Just think, there are still witch doctors...

that treat people with herbs and strange rituals.

On the other hand, it must be said that very often...

their herbal mixtures really are beneficial.

So much so, that we at the mission have adopted...

many of their therapeutic methods with excellent results.

Yes, I know, I've studied their customs and traditions for years.

Let's stop here, there's a beautiful waterfall nearby.

We can freshen up a bit.

- I saw you with Mark. - When?

Last night, when you were making love.

Look, the monkey!

Yes, it's always here when I come here.

Come here.

Look, Emanuelle, the crocodiles!

We'll stop here, we need to find somewhere to rest for the night.

Try to tie it somewhere.

Thanks, Isabelle.

Just take the necessary things.

We'll take the tent and the sack of vipers.

We'll definitely find a firarofu. There are as many as we want here.

If Manolo and Felipe can catch one I'll prepare a nice little dinner.

- A firarofu? - Yes, it's a big fish.

Their meat is exquisite.

- I have to keep changing film. - You'll write a great story.

- I hope so. - The newspaper will be happy.

You'll see, they'll give you a raise.

Give me the rifle!

Don't shoot! It's dangerous!

Are you okay? Are you injured?

Thank you, just in time.

That's right.

My name's Donald Mackenzie.

My camp isn't far from here. You can come with me.

Thank you. Let's go.

We're heading for Father Morales' mission.

There's nothing left of the mission.

They were attacked and killed by a native tribe.

We arrived just after it happened.

They also destroyed the radio.

I tried to repair it to establish contact but it was useless.

It doesn't exist anymore? The children, the nuns, Father Morales!

All the natives in the forest loved him.

- They killed him as well? - I don't know.

From what I saw they must have attacked in great numbers.

And if we'd have ended up just like them if we'd arrived any earlier.

It was a massacre.

I heard a shot. What happened?

Nothing, just a snake.

This is my wife, Maggie.

Salvador, help them set up the tent and prepare some food.

We were heading for Father Morales' mission.

I understand.

Don't give up, there might be some survivors.

They probably took cover in the forest.

We'll organise a helicopter search.

Come on, don't cry.

I'll never forget what I saw.

Almost all the bodies were horrendously mutilated.

Can I ask you...

what you're doing here in the jungle?

Hunting.

Hunting is my life.

You've no idea of the sacrifices I've made for this expedition.

You've no idea of the emotion I feel when I follow an animal's tracks.

And the satisfaction when I find it.

And I kill it.

Why didn't you go to Africa? It's less dangerous there.

Are you kidding? That isn't hunting.

They sit you in a Land Rover and take you to the place...

where you can find the animal you asked to kill.

That you've paid for.

And you shoot.

It's completely different here.

First, it's unexplored territory.

Second, you share the same risk as the animals.

A man can also be hunted. Just like you with the snake.

Does this tribe you're talking about really feed on human flesh?

Yes.

If it's the one we're looking for, yes. They're cannibals.

They kill their victim, they butcher them, and pull out their insides.

The first thing they eat is the heart.

Because, according to them, they absorb the victims courage and virtues.

Then, if they're not driven by hunger...

they leave the rest for the animals.

I'd like it cooked more.

Come.

We can't go on.

It doesn't seem right putting Sister Angela and Isabelle’s lives in danger.

It's too dangerous.

We'd better go back and organise another expedition.

If it really was the Yapiaka then something must have disturbed them...

to come out into the open like this.

Maybe it was the girl in the asylum.

Perhaps she's more important to them than we think.

We need to tell Wilkins about the mission.

He can contact the authorities and organise a search party.

All things considered, I'm not upset about going back to New York.

I thought this story would be about tribal rituals...

but perhaps it's more than we bargained for.

I couldn't sleep.

Mackenzie, after what you told us about the mission...

We've decided to return to the camp at Tapurucuara.

We'll take Sister Angela and Isabelle back there.

And I think that...

it's better if you join us.

It might be dangerous staying here.

No, I don't think so, besides I've always got my rifle with me.

I came to hunt.

And if I have to shoot men, it's all the same to me.

Thanks for the invite but I prefer to continue.

I suppose it's best to get some sleep. Goodnight.

Where have you been?

- I asked where you've been? - To get some fresh air.

Is that your latest excuse? You're a whore!

- And you're impotent! - You said it wouldn't happen again.

Well it happened! Now let me sleep, I'm tired.

Well I want to talk to you, about the professor.

They want to go back.

What will we do? We have to keep going.

Sure, and I already told him I'd prefer to keep going...

but if he asks you in the morning, you refuse, got it?

- They can't suspect. - Don't worry, I'm in this as well.

Now let's sleep.

No doubt about it, it's the Yapiaka.

They also took the boat.

There can't have been many of them or they would have attacked us.

Damned bastards!

Your boat's gone as well with all the supplies, the compass, everything!

It's dangerous staying here.

I think it's much better if you come with us.

We'll follow the river then we'll have a precise point of reference.

Let's go. Just take what we need.

Okay, we're coming as well.

- How will we find it again? - We've got to think about us first.

Then we'll think of a way to lose them, but it won't be easy without a compass.

- Are there piranhas here? - No, the water's too shallow.

Careful, there might be anacondas.

Yes, but anacondas aren't aggressive.

I've been stung by an insect, it's incredibly painful.

It's very dangerous. It's a feather fly.

Their poison eats into the skin causing gangrene.

Damn it, if there was something to drink at least.

It's the remains of a boat.

It doesn't look like it's been here long.

- Look, it's a bible. - Let me see.

And there's a blanket here.

Help!

Manolo, cut down a branch! Don't move, Isabelle!

I can't do it!

Grab on to it.

Go to sleep, Salvador. I'll stay on guard.

Quiet!

What are you doing? Are you crazy?

Damned bastard!

Enough!

Be strong.

- Where are you going? - I'd like to go...

Wait.

Go with Sister Angela.

We're safe here in the middle of this clearing.

The Indios will have to come out into the open to attack us.

Come! The nun's disappeared!

The nun's disappeared!

She went a few metres behind the trees and I called her...

but I don't know what happened. I went to see...

Let's go!

We must stay together!

Be careful.

There might be more of them.

Poor guy-

It's too dangerous continuing at night.

We'll move at dawn.

Okay.

Help!

Don't move, or we're all dead.

Look, it's a piece of Sister Angela's dress.

- They must be close. - Why didn't they attack us?

Perhaps they prefer to keep us alive to kill us one at a time.

- Donald, please! - They do it to have fresh meat.

It's pointless continuing. It's madness.

The cannibals will have digested Sister Angela by now.

- Listen, Mackenzie. - No, you listen.

Circumstances brought us together but now we'll do as I say.

- I just wanted to say... - Forget about it for now.

- What is it now? - Look, what could it be?

Don't you see?

It's a piece of the plane. We're close.

Professor, my wife's persuaded me to continue the search.

Who knows? Maybe Sister Angela's still alive.

Calm down!

Damn it!

The river's this way, but we'd better set up camp for the night.

- What's got into you? - I'm trying to lose them.

You can go to sleep, Lester.

I'll take your place now. You haven't slept for two days.

Okay, wake me in two hours.

It must be nearby. I saw something in the trees earlier.

There it is! We've found it, look!

Finally!

Let's look for it.

Under the seats.

Poor Larsen, what a way to go.

Finally! We made it, Margaret.

We're rich!

Now let's hope we can get out alive.

Yes.

We'll make it, you'll see.

I hold on to the diamonds so I know you'll never leave me.

I won't leave you, Maggie.

- Looks like it's working again. - Yes, my love!

Where are you?

Let's go, follow me!

- The Yapiaka! - Yes, we must follow them.

They've taken my Maggie!

No, they'll be expecting it. Let's try getting the radio to work.

Damn it!

The plane crashed two years ago.

Returning from one of the diamond mines.

I knew because I was working for them.

That's why we came to Amazonia, to find the diamonds.

Now those bastards have taken them, along with my Maggie.

Forget about the diamonds.

We're just lucky we found these things which prove useful.

A flare gun, and an inflatable raft.

We'll look for Maggie.

Nothing, I tried all the frequencies.

Their village must be on that island.

If they've taken Maggie they won't sacrifice her before dawn...

because they believe their god won't find her soul in the dark.

We'd better wait till dawn to cross the lake.

Do the Yapiaka always make these sacrifices?

No, only on special occasions.

They're probably under the effect of Apena.

A hallucinogen that provokes violence and aggression.

They usually only use it during tribal rituals.

Perhaps we'll know more tomorrow, and let's hope we make it.

Let's hope so.

It was a quiet night but those savages are starting to move.

There are the fires.

Have you got it?

When we get to the island we split up.

Mackenzie, Isabelle, and Salvador on one side.

Emanuelle and me on the other.

The sound of their drums will lead the way.

We'll approach the village in two parallel lines.

I'll set off a flare to confuse them. It will also be the signal to attack.

If luck's on our side we'll be able to save...

Door Maggie.

Only then do we hurry back to the raft.

Let's go.

- We'll head east. - Okay, look out for the signal.

Good luck.

Look, our boat!

Untie the canopy.

There's some fuel left.

There, in the cage! Maggie!

From what I remember, this is a fertility ritual.

For three nights they celebrate the full moon...

and make sacrifices to the water god.

Donald must have arrived by now.

We won't stand a chance if we attack them.

Let me go!

They're carrying Isabelle.

They must have drugged her.

I think I know why.

My god! Now they'll kill her as well.

No, if it's like I told you.

They won't kill her now.

Look!

Every year they take a pregnant woman as a symbol of fertility...

and they sacrifice her to the water god.

They'll kill her later, on the beach.

- But Isabelle isn't pregnant. - Watch what happens.

Let's get out of here.

Let's try to save her at least.

This is the sacrificial stone.

We've got to move quickly...

because this is where they're going to kill Isabelle.

Listen, I had an idea, and I think it might work.

I'm convinced that girl in New York has something to do with all of this.

Did you see how she resembles Isabelle?

What do you think of my plan?

- It's crazy. - There's nothing else we can do.

We can't let her die as well.

It will work, you'll see.

The Indios are very superstitious.

Let's exploit my likeness to them.

By the time they realise, we'll be safe.

For a moment they'll believe the water god has come to take her victim.

Okay. Let's try.

It's time. Go.

Good luck.

Give me the stick.

Swim as fast as you can.

Damn it!

It won't start!

Wait until they're in range!

We made it.

Here, put this on.

I never thought I'd be able to shoot a man.

They say us journalists will do anything to get a story.

I should be satisfied I have enough material for a sensational article.

But it isn't like that.

Manolo, Felipe, Salvador.

Forced to follow us like slaves.

For their poverty or the colour of their skin.

Sister Angela, for her vocation.

Maggie and Donald, with their promiscuity.

It isn't our fault. It's the price of civilisation.