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Above the vanilla Groves of Papantla,

of El Tajin.

The temple was built by the Toltecs,

who subjugated the Mayas, in turn

to be conquered by the Aztecs.

The civilization which flourished here

was a magnificent one, but
we can judge... the ruins,

but its magnificence was overshadowed

by the terror of strange gods.

One of whom gazed down from
each of the 360 windows

in this temple.

A different god for
each day in the calendar

of these ancient people.

And then, for unknown reasons,
this temple and those around it

were deserted, hundreds of years
before Cortes invaded Mexico.

In fact, so thoroughly
were they forgotten,

and until a few years
ago their existence

was known only to those people
who lived in their shadows.

Use that stuff for picture captions.

Wow.

Magnifico, eh?

Where is he?

Ah, you see?

It is a man who interests you?

Not the [inaudible].

Eh.

You'll find him somewhere.

Hello.

Hello.

Oh, just a minute.

Aren't you Robert Burton?

Yes.

Well I'm Kathryn Williams.

Glad to know you, Kathryn.

Excuse me.

Hey, Arturo, what's wrong?

Didn't you meet the bus?

Positive [inaudible] see.

I meet the bus.

Only two hours late.

Well, where is he?

Didn't he come?

Si.

No, she comes.

Don't you meet her?

I tried to tell you, but
you seemed in such a hurry.

Do you mean Hackett sent you?

There's something wrong with me?

Oh, a woman.

I usually pass for one.

Well, I thought you were a tourist.

Look, Mr. Burton.

You wired Steve Hackett
for a photographer.

Maybe you never heard of me,
but Steve rates me pretty high.

That's why he sent me.

All right.

Get in.

Let's get back to the village.

Send Hackett a wire.

Tell him what I think of him.

It's a warm day, isn't it?

Yeah.

Breeze feels good, doesn't it?

Uh-huh.

Road's bumpy though, isn't it?

Um.

- Arturo.
- Si.

Si, mucho.

Arturo, get eh, uh...

Kathryn.

Williams.

Get Miss Williams a room.

I'm going to the telegraph office.

Is he always like that?

He is merely surprised
that you're a woman.

Did you get your telegram off?

Fiesta.

Everything's closed.

Cervesa por favor.

You look warm.

You sure this gesture
isn't going to drain

your well of human kindness?

Oh, there was nothing personal
in my remarks this afternoon.

Where's your camera?

In my room, of course.

It's not gonna to do
us much good there.

This is the start of the fiesta
you should be getting pictures

of it and I do
understand, Mr. Burton,

that you're now consenting
to let me go to work?

Why not?

You aught to be able to handle
the fiesta with no trouble.

Anybody can do that.

Maybe you're right.

Get some good pictures?

I think so.

And Hackett will think so.

Sit down, I'd like to talk to you.

Have you got an assignment you think

I might be able to handle?

No, an explanation.

You saw that pyramid today.

A relic of an American civilization.

Dead.

But, I've read rumors that
in the jungle south of here,

there are descendants of those
same pyramid builders living

as they did before Columbus.

There are always such rumors.

This is more than a rumor.

I flew over the place.

There's something there.

So?

So, I couldn't put the plane down.

I'll have to go in by foot.

This can be the biggest story
in years, and I want it.

Well, whats stopping you?

Two things.

I need a guide and I need
a photographer to bring

back the evidence on film.

Obviously, I can't take a woman.

Why not?

My... the idea is absurd.

Mr. Burton, I am
a photographer,

that's my profession.

If you have some stuffy idea about...

No, no no, no, no.

That has nothing to do with it.

The trip is difficult, may take weeks,

and if I can't find a guide,
I'm going in by myself.

This is Mexico, not the Amazon basin.

There are no vast unexplored regions.

On the contrary, Chapas,
on the Guatemala border,

is completely unexplored.

Its full of jaguars,
snakes, who knows what.

There are areas down there where
the people speak only the Maya

or the Totonaca language.

Does Hackett know about this?

No.

Like a fool, I wanted
to get the story first.

I had no idea he was
going to send a woman.

What about your guide?

Well, there's one man who claims

to have visited this place.

His name is Juan... Juan Cervantes.

He operates a vanilla
plantation in the jungle

and trades with the
people in the interior.

Hadn't you better see him?

I did.

No soap.

You'll be photographing him tomorrow.

I will?

Mh-mhm.

How come?

He's the captain of the
Voladores, the Human Eagles,

he'll be flying at
the fiesta tomorrow.

Hm.

This is a fine time to tell me
I should have taken some shots

of him before the fiesta.

He won't see you.

Friend of yours?

It's a custom.

For six weeks before the
fiesta, the Voladores

shun the sight of women,
keeping themselves pure.

What I love about this
place is the high regard

everyone has for women.

Keeping himself pure.

Don't tell me, is it going to corrupt

him if I aim the camera at him?

All right.

Let's forget about business
and go find a drink.

As long as we're here, we might
as well have a little fun.

Ah.

Oh, we might, might we?

Well we don't feel like having fun.

And after I photograph your
flying eagles tomorrow,

I intend to do a little flying myself.

Good night.

Good night.

Oh, senor.

Senor Juan Cervantes?

Juan Cervantes senorita?

Thank you.

Buenas noches.

Yo soy Kathryn Williams
of Quest magazine.

No es posible, senorita.

Miguel.

OK, OK.

Fine.

Now look what you've done.

So, [inaudible] never lived here.

Dance of the Huahuas.

The Voladores are coming now.

Keep your camera on them.

I want all the film you can get.

That's Juan Cervantes in front.

The one who has to stay pure?

Oh no, I want this in motion.

You'll get it.

In a minute.

What's he doing?

He's bending to the four
sides of the geography.

Geography?

Yes.

North.
South.

East.

West.

They're not going to
jump off, are they?

No, they fly off.

Watch.

He isn't avoiding women now.

That's all.

Let's go.

That's not all for me.

How strange women are.

Yesterday she talk of nothing but you.

Today, she thinks of
nothing but pictures.

She talked about me?

Si.

How she used to hear your lectures.

Read your books.

You know, like a woman.

Oh, just a minute, Robert.

Senorita Williams?

Forgive me.

I came only to apologize for the
behavior of my men last night.

Wha... you speak very good English.

I studied in the
University of Mexico City.

That's very nice, but, still,
this is not the customary way

to be forgiven.

But it's a good way to be rewarded.

Well then, I'm going to reward you.

That's your photograph.

I saw you taking many pictures today.

Those were for my magazine.

This one's for you.

Gracias.

It's pretty good, it could be better.

I didn't have my flash equipment.

Is there, uh, anything I
can do for you, in return?

No.

No, just, uh, just go out
as calmly as you came in.

Wait a minute.

Yes?

There is something
you could do for me.

I've heard stories that
somewhere in the jungle south

of here, there are people who still

live according to traditions.

I want very much to go there.

Did Senor Burton put you up to this?

He doesn't even know you're here.

Then why do you want to go?

If the story is true, and
I could photograph it...

You would be paid more money.

Partly that, but even more.

Fame.

That too.

And what else?

Does it have to be more?

Yes.

It isn't enough that
woman simply wants

to compete with man, she...

I'm not competing with anyone.

I'm a professional photographer.

This is a big chance for me.

You do good work.

Thank you.

Would Senor Burton come too?

Yes.

He's, uh, he's more or less my boss.

These people of whom you
speak resent strangers.

I myself have been only to the borders

of the little jungle kingdom.

I trade with them, for
wild vanilla and capok.

But I don't interfere in their lives.

We won't interfere, either.

The journey is
difficult, even dangerous.

Mr. Burton caught a glimpse
of their temple from the air.

He'll go anyway, even without a guide.

And you'll go with him?

Yes.

Certainly, I'd go with him.

You make me feel responsible.

Then you'll take us?

I, I haven't said so.

But if you wish to accompany
me as far as my plantation,

you may.

Oh, that's wonderful.

And, and don't worry about
money or automobiles.

Magazine pays for everything.

Don't you worry about
automobiles, we go by horse.

You'd better let me
make the arrangements.

Oh, thank you.

I'll leave everything up to you.

All right.

Kathryn.

I've been hunting all over for you.

I thought you were out
taking pictures and got lost.

You mean you were worried about me?

Well, of course.

You're my responsibility
until you leave here.

Well then I'm going to
be your responsibility

for quite a while.

What do you mean?

You remember that unexplored
region you mentioned?

Yes.

Well, Juan Cervantes is
going to guide us there.

And, uh, I'm going.

That's the condition.

Cervantes, you've talked to him?

Certainly.

He agreed to guide us all the way?

Sure.

Hm.

All the way.

OK.

You win.

You know, Kathryn, I'm
sorry I haven't been

treating you very nicely and...

Look, I'm the photographer, remember?

The one you were so
disappointed to see.

You see?

What do I see?

How simple it is.

You talked about
danger, this is a cinch.

Because we've got a good guide.

I'd hate to cross
this wasteland alone.

Strange, isn't it?

Why would a man who owns a plantation

travel all this way to
take part in a fiesta?

Why do we come all this
way to find a lost tribe?

Men are restless creatures.

So are some women.

All women are, until they find...

Find what?

Look!

A ruin.

It's a pyramid.

Just like the one at Tajin.

I think it is.

No, we couldn't see Tajin from here.

Oh, it's a mirage.

Look, it's getting dimmer.

Gives you the creeps, doesn't it?

It is a ghost.

A ghost from the past of my country

that came out here on
the desert to rest.

It's just an optical illusion caused

by the variations in
the refractive index of

the atmosphere in the sunlight.

I've seen it by moonlight.

Maybe we don't have a
guide, we have a poet.

Sorry about my appetite,
but I was starved.

I like that.

Is it a love song?

Of a sort.

It is a legend from the
jungles near my home,

where the white orchid grows.

A story of a woman with golden hair,

who tempts a man to follow her.

Deeper and deeper she
leads him into the jungle.

Always just beyond his grasp,
until finally he is lost,

and she destroys him.

Her name is Xtabay.

Those two are pretty good aren't they?

I didn't ask you the
wrong question, did I?

No, no.

I w... I wanted to... to look at the sky

and see how the day would be tomorrow.

In the way you spoke I
thought, maybe there was a girl.

It's none of my business anyway.

A girl with golden hair?

Only a legend.

Are you sure you don't
want to share my tent?

No, thanks.

I like to sleep under the stars.

My pillow.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Buenas noches.

This is the only little-bit of shade

for the next 10 kilometers.

We'll eat here.

Kathryn, I think it
might be a good idea

if you took a few pictures.

I'd like to get the whole story.

Sure, boss.

Glad to.

What is it?

Oh, that thing.

Don't shoot.

It's an iguana.

Harmless.

Good to eat.

Oh, I, uh.

I lost my appetite.

Senor.

Anything wrong?

Yes, temporales.

Sandstorm.

About two kilometers from
here is a point of rocks

where we can escape the wind.

Take the senorita and go on.

Well, haven't we
better stick together?

Waste no time, senor.

All right, let's make a run for it.

He said two kilometers, we
must have come two miles.

Over there, Robert.

Don't I see rocks?

I think you do.

Come on.

Well, we made it.

I wonder where Juan is.

He knows his way.

You know, Kathryn you're
a game gal, I like you.

Thanks, Bob.

But right now lets keep this...

Right now I'd like to tell
you how much I appreciate...

I know.

I'm worried about the others.

Don't I see them?

You're eyes are exceptional.

I'll go give them a hand.

Here we are.

Over here.

Good.

Hold the burro, while I tie the horse.

The film.

The film.

The water!

Why didn't you hold that burro?

What?

This, you could have [inaudible],

you've lost our water.

Why, you!

No, no, no.

It's my film, Bob.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, too.

What about the water?

I've got a canteen on the saddle.

I only hope the storm
doesn't last too long.

Feel ready to move on?

Mh-mhm.

Leave the tent.

From now on, we travel light.

All right, let's go.

Si, senor.

Vamanos.

Giddy up.

Senor.

We're being slowed down by the burro.

How much of that
equipment is necessary?

I've got to have the recorder
and photographic supplies.

Well, we either leave something
here or lose everything.

Throw away my clothes.

After this, they aren't
going to fit anyway.

My plantation.

Looks awfully good.

Well, I guess we can all
use a good night's rest.

Juan!

You feel better now, Senor Burton?

Much.

There's nothing like what
a bath and a little rest

will do for you.

Juan, I'm afraid I've been a
little off, the last few hours.

Please don't apologize.

Well, I'm just trying to
tell you that things will

be different when we do go on.

I do not think we go on.

Of course we do, it's what
you promised miss Williams.

There is some misunderstanding.

I promised to bring
you this far because I

was coming here anyway.

Well.

If there's something to do with me...

It has nothing to do with you.

Oh?

I've been away and my
plantation needs attention.

More like a woman?

Yes it's about sixty degrees
warmer in here right now.

When we met, you thought I
looked too much like a woman.

Too much for a jungle expedition,

but I'm beginning to
change my mind about that.

Oh, well I'm glad to hear it.

In fact, I'm starting to change
my mind about a lot of things.

Juan isn't going to
guide us, you know.

No, I... I didn't know.

Why won't he?

Kathryn, you lied to me.

When did I lie to you?

In Papantla.

You said Juan was going
to guide us all the way,

providing you came along.

Well, I...

He made no such promise.

I told...

I know what you told him.

That I wanted you along
on this expedition.

That means you lied to him, too.

Did he tell you that?

No.

Maybe I do want you now.

You better say what you're thinking.

You've read my books?

I've read a lot of books.

You've heard my lectures?

So?

You found out I needed a photographer,

so you asked Hackett to
send you, special request.

Of all the conceit...

Conceit nothing, otherwise
he's have sent a man.

Oh let me out of here.

Wait a minute.

It's too late for me to back out now.

I do need a photographer and
you talked yourself into this.

Would you go through with it?

With you?

Sure.

I've decided you've got the guts.

Guts and a camera.

That's all you want isn't it?

Is that what you want?

Well, had I known you are
interested in vanilla culture,

I'd have brought you here myself.

Vanilla?

Yes, the orchids are lovely.

A moment ago you were angry.

Angry?

Oh, no.

No, just frowning from the sun.

How I pity the sun.

To receive your frowns.

You say such beautiful things.

Only because the
inspiration is beautiful.

Oh yes.

It's a very pretty
dress the girl gave me.

I'm talking about,
what's in the dress.

What does he do?

Pollinating.

Here, I'll show you.

Ben.

You see, to reproduce itself,

cultivated vanilla must be
fertilized by hand, like this.

How unromantic.

And the result is this vanilla bean.

Evidently it works, then.

Obviously, you're not greatly

interested in the vanilla.

Oh, Yes I am.

Only what?

This morning, Robert told
me that you weren't going

to take us on into the jungle.

That's right.

Why not?

It's too dangerous.

You mean, you're afraid?

Yes, I'm afraid.

Of you.

Why would I frighten you?

See these?

You think there is nothing
to fear there either,

but they grew from blood.

Blood?

The blood of a Toltec
prince, and a Maya princess,

who fell in love when
their people were at war.

They were killed.

And from their mingling blood,
sprang the first vanilla plant.

That's another one of your legends.

We're not at war.

There is war in your heart.

You love Robert Burton.

No, not anymore.

Oh, maybe I liked him once.

Before I knew him.

When he was just a name.

And now?

What makes you so interested
in knowing my mind?

Because it might help
me to know my own.

Oh.

Well?

Let's get an early start tomorrow.

Have a nice walk?

Very nice thank you.

The orchids are lovely.

Yes, that's a pretty one in your hair.

Kathryn, I'm getting a little tired

of apologizing for myself,
maybe I deserve that slap,

but I meant the kiss sincerely.

I promise you, you'll be
safe from me on the trip.

Naturally I'll be safe.

Juan is going to guide us.

He is?

What made him change his mind?

I did.

I hope your boots
don't pinch, it's going

to be a long walk from now on.

I wonder what's keeping Juan.

Juan.

Maybe you understand
good when I speak English.

Why would I?

Because she speak English.

She take you to jungle.

You no take her.

Juan.

Please no go.

I much fear.

No.

Would she take you?

It is obvious.

Juan.

She is an Xtabay.

They're singing that song again.

Miguel.

Pedro.

Hey.

How about a five minute break?

All right.

Juan, have you actually been
to this temple in the jungle?

I've been close to it.

How do we go from here?

We go along this valley, then
we cross a slope of mountains.

Half a day's journey, then we
enter into the jungle forest.

What you know about the people?

Of their history, very little.

Some say they came from
an island in the Gulf.

Others, that they came from the south.

What does it matter?

Oh, a great deal.

Why?

Even if you learn
the truth, who gains?

Knowledge itself is enough reward.

Reward?

Is the world happier
because of the knowledge

men like you have gained?

It will be.

Once we understand the past, we may

be able to control the future.

I intend to learn what
I can from these people.

Then why ask me?

You're the archaeologist,
I only trade with them.

Vamanos.

Burro.

Burro.

We have to cross this brook.

It's not very deep.
Miguel.

Pedro.

Burro.

Burro.

Burro.

Burro.

Burro.

Burro.

Burro.

Burro.

What's that?

It's a mapache.

It's harmless.

See?

He's cute.

This is as far as we
go without permission.

Permission from whom?

People you want to see.

Can't be too soon for me.

The heat getting you?

Yes.

Confound it.

Can't they be more careful?

It's broken.

Well, they're a little tired,
you can't blame them too much.

What did you need it for anyway?

I wanted to bring back a recording

of the music and language.

Least we still have our
photographic equipment.

Beautiful spot, isn't it?

I didn't come here for the scenery.

Aren't you being a little
hard to get along with?

Nope.

It's just that you...
uh, he... Oh, forget it.

Kathryn.

Come here.

You better run along,
nature boy is calling ya.

This fruit is cool after a days march.

Try it.

What is that stuff?

Copa.

To signal our presence.

Let's see if we have enough copa.

Mmh?

Yes.

Come, I'll show you.

By morning, our movements will
be under constant observation.

This is our last night alone.

Merely a vampire bat.

Merely?

Miguel,

Pedro,

A few lamps will keep the bats off.

Have you got something
to keep off eagles?

I'm turning in.

Good night.

Goodnight.

And you, senorita?

Pretty soon.

Too beautiful a night to sleep.

You're quite right.

It is too beautiful a night for sleep.

I was feeling restless.

I, too.

Juan.

Back at the plantation, when
I asked you to bring us.

Yes?

I didn't want you to think that...

Just what did you want me to think?

Only that Robert and I needed a guide.

You care nothing for him.

You told me.

I know.

And I came only because you asked me.

Please let me explain.

Why explain what the
night has already told us?

And if it's only the night?

Then we hope for many of them.

She's a child.

Besides, we're not at the plantation.

What's the delay?

Let's get started.

When we get permission.

Good morning.

Sleep well?

Well as could be expected.

Anything wrong?

No.

Well, if there is, remember,
what I said at the plantation

still goes.

Thanks Bob.

What's that?

What I've been waiting for.

Our signal.

I thought drums were used
for a signal only in Africa.

When Hernan Cortes sneaked
out of Tenochtitlan at night,

drums sounded the
warning for the tribes.

An archaeologist should know that.

Thanks for the dissertation.

What are they saying?

They tell us to come on.

[inaudible], the chief, has
accepted you as my friends.

Get your camera, Kat.

We shall leave our gear here.

No guns.

That's one of the conditions.

One of whose conditions?

Theirs.

They don't like guns.

They've seen me shoot.

Well in case, my shooting
shouldn't bother them at all.

I said no guns.

You know, when we
started out on this trip,

I was perfectly willing to
dispense with your services.

It seems like a better
idea all the time.

As you Americans say, I
have my own hide at stake.

So we'll do it my way.

What about Kathryn's hide?

I'll take care of her, too.

Please don't argue now.

We're practically there.

You'll be all right.

Please, Juan.

Aren't we taking any food?

We'll be fed.

My men will stay here
and watch the camp.

I'll carry your camera bag.

Trouble?

White kapok is good.

We can go on.

Suppose they didn't like our look?

Then the kapok would be red.

With blood.

You finally hit something.

A tapir.

Harmless.

Why did you bring that gun?

To protect us, and
I intend to keep it.

Fool.

Juan, stop it!

No, please, Bob.

They accepted my presence as proof

that we'd respect the laws.

So, I shot a tapir.

Is that a crime?

We're in trouble thanks to him.

He only brought that
along because of me.

You don't need him,
you have my protection.

Your protection?

Is that what you call it?

For my woman, yes.

You think a couple of
kisses make me your woman.

But, last night.

Di... didn't you mean...

I only meant to come on this trip.

If you can't understand
that, I'm, I'm sorry.

And forget last night.

I guess you were right.

They didn't like my gun.

It's too late to worry.

What do we do now?

We wait here until they're
convinced we come in peace.

It's too bad we didn't bring
along some of that tapir

to eat.

I'll see if I can trap a deer
for you, so you won't starve.

Sorry things are turning
out this way, Kathy.

Bob.

Yeah?

You were right about something.

I read your books, I
heard all your lectures,

and I did ask Hackett to send me.

I wanted to know you.

I wanted to know you for years.

Quite a letdown, huh?

No.

Not at all.

But, when I got here, you acted
like I was the last person

on Earth you wanted to see.

I was hurt.

I made an awful mess of things.

Juan?

No, it's not his fault either.

It's all my fault.

Don't be so selfish, kid.

I ought to take a little
credit for messing things up,

by being so blamed jealous.

Jealous?

Jealous.

Now you know.

You want to turn back now?

Do you?

Nuh-uh.

Neither do I.

Things will work out all right.

I've set a trap over there, with luck,

we may have a deer soon.

Maybe I can get a picture of it.

I called you a fool, Robert.

I think it is I who am fool.

Sit down, Juan, would you please?

The son of a chief.

Dead.

What does he mean?

He says, she did it.

Make no resistance.

What's this commotion all about?

The dance is a symbol
of life and death.

And this is what I came to see.

All the barbaric splendor
of an ancient culture.

They're bringing her
a ceremonial gown.

Ceremonial gown?

It ends with a sacrifice.

If only... see if you can untie me.

In my pocket.

Film.

Film?

Yeah.

Get it out.

Matches.

Same place.

Open up the film.

Give me your foot.

Come on, Bob.

You idiot.

Get Kathryn out of here.

You take her.

You know the trail.

Robert!

Get going.

What about you?

For some, the love
of a woman is the end.

For others, the beginning.

Go after her.

They were my friends,
and I betrayed them.

You think?

I'm afraid.

Oh, Bob.