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(birds chirping)

(Curucu squawking softly)

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(Curucu squawking)

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(woman screaming)
(Curucu shrieking)

(jug thuds)

(Curucu squawking)

(man yelling in Portuguese)

- EI monstrol. EI monstro's aquil.

(yelling in Portuguese)

EI monstro's aquil. EI monstrol.

(yelling in Portuguese)

(plane engine humming)

- Hello, Dean.
- Captain Cansares.

Where is everybody?
- Ah, that's why I called you

by shortwave Radio.

I'm glad you were able to fly in so fast.

- You caught me just in time.
I was leaving for Belém.

- Observe, Mr. Dean. All
your workmen ran away.

Nobody's left on the plantation.

- Where did they go?

- Back to the jungle.

I couldn't hold them.

Let me show you why. Please step in.

(engine revving)

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- Like the others.

- Tupanico. What are you doing here?

- I heard the terrible news.

I guessed you'd be here.

This is the monster's fifth victim?

- Yes, and as always, the
tracks lead from the water

and back into the water again.

- Observe this, Señor Dean.

A beast with claws like
that of a giant bird.

- A crocodile, perhaps?

- A crocodile is no bird.

- What animal could it be?

- Who knows, Señor?

The people who have seen it are dead.

And those who haven't believe
that it is one of those

monsters that lives behind
the falls in Curucu.

It's a legend.

- A legend?

Do you expect me to
believe that this woman

was murdered because of a legend?

- Who knows, Señor?

I myself doubt that such monsters exist.

But though I doubt, I'm not
certain that they don't.

There are many mysteries in the jungle.

No white man has ever been up the river

as far as the waterfalls of Curucu.

- Well, let's take a look
around the plantation.

(intense, rhythmic drumming)
(singing in foreign language)

(jeep approaching)

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(singing in foreign language)

- Akumba.

- Uhl
.

(speaking in foreign language)

- What's he yelling about?
What's that dialect?

(speaking in foreign language)

- He calls on the Indians
to leave the plantations

and return to the jungle.

(speaking in foreign language)

- They'll never live in that
jungle. They've forgotten how.

I better have a talk with them.

- Those people are not rational, Señor.

(speaking in foreign language)

(fist thuds)

(crowd chattering)

(footsteps thudding)

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- Hello, Rita.
- I'm glad you're here.

- How's the, uh, temperature?

- They've been in conference
for hours waiting for you.

- I took off the moment
I got your telegram.

- Well, I better tell
them that you're here.

Your son is here.
- Send him right in.

- How long are you going to be in town?

- Hmm. Not long enough for
what you're thinking, angel.

Sorry I took so long.
- It needs a near disaster

to bring all of us together.

- Señor Guzman.
- Hello, Rock.

- Señor Carvello.
- Hello, Rock.

- Good to see you.

Hello, Father.

- Rock, what is this
nonsense about a monster?

It's a strike, isn't it?

How much do they want?

- No, it's not a strike.

And it's not a question of money.

- It's always a question of money.

- The panic is growing.

Every plantation along the
Amazon's losing its workers.

- Can't we stop them?

- They're free citizens.

If they wanna return to the
jungle, we can't stop them.

- And what about the government?

- The government can't interfere.

It's a matter for the local police.

The police can investigate murder,

but they can't investigate fear.

- Well, what do you propose?

- Well, somebody has to
travel up the Amazon River

to the Curucu Falls.

- Why there?

- According to the legend,
that's where the monster lives.

- There are no monsters.

- You know how superstitious
these natives are.

You lived among them long enough.

- Too many years in the
jungle can affect any man.

- Five people have been murdered.

Police believe some animal did it.

Natives claim it's a monster.

- Monsters that live in the Curucu Falls

and come down the river?

- Well, it's the only clue we have.

That's the reason I wanna go up there

and bring those people back.

- You're talking suicide.

- None of you gentlemen has
come up with a better solution.

- (sighs) Good luck, my boy.

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- All right, young man.

(Rock exhales)

That must be expected.

- What's to be expected?
- Oh, a slight touch

of malaria, no importance.

We'll get the lab reports in a moment.

Miss Romar?
- Yes, Dr. Vale?

- Get me tetanus, yellow
fever and small pox.

Half cc each.
- Yes, Doctor.

- Ah, she's a very capable young woman.

- (exhales) Yeah? Well...

- Ah, keep your shirt off.

You're getting a few shots.

- Just in case, you know?

From the, uh, capable young woman?

Who is she?

- American working here
during her sabbatical.

- Yeah, I know how it is.

Can't get a man, so she chooses a career.

- Yes, very sad.
- Yeah.

- The boosters are ready, Dr. Vale.

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- Sit down, Mr. Dean.

This is Miss Romar.

- How good are you with
that needle, Doctor?

It's nice to meet a doctor

prettier here than Dr. Vale.

- How far are you going
up the Amazon River?

- Well, I figured --
- Don't move.

- I'm going all the way up
into headhunter country.

- I asked you not to move.

- Yes, Doctor. As you say, Doctor.

- I'll look at those
shots in a couple of days.

I'll give you a prescription, all right?

- I thought you said I was all right, Doc?

- Ah, it's a new drug in case that malaria

bothers you again.

How long will you be away?

- Well, I don't know, Doctor.

With those Indians, you
know...maybe forever.

In fact, the next time you
see me, I may be under glass

in the Museum of Natural History.

- Ah, I wouldn't joke about it, Rock.

- Yep. It's gonna be a
rough trip, all right.

I think a man deserves a last fling,

good food, dancing, nice
conversation, pleasant company.

Miss Romar, how about
brightening a man's last evening?

- I'd love to, Mr. Dean.

You, um...you can pick
me up here at seven.

- Six months she's worked for me,

nobody could date her.

And many have tried.

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- Pretty girl.

- Oh, there are six women for every man.

Cigarette?

- Men seem to be a rare species.

I'd say it was the other way around.

Six gals for every guy.

- Mm-hmm.
(matches rattling)

- And, uh,

am I one of them?

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(audience applauding)

(indistinct chattering)
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- Concentrate, will you?

- Oh, but I do.

- Aren't you interested
in my kind of work at all?

- Enormously.

What is it?
- (chuckles) Cancer research

that I carry on with Dr. Vale.

We discovered that single
subcutaneous injections

of purified penicillin have no
regressional effects at all.

- (sighs) It's too bad.

May I have the next dance?

- I wanna talk to you.

- Hello, Rocko.
- Hello.

- Popular.

- Just unmarried. Shall we dance now?

- No, now listen to me.

The headhunters have a drug that we want.

- And what have the
headhunters got to do with us?

- Well, the headhunters prepare an extract

from certain plants
which shrink live tissue.

- Shrunken heads.

- If I can find that preparation, well,

medicine would take a giant step.

- Well, I'm all for medicine.

- You see, it's a drug called koshisin.

The headhunters know
about this preparation

in nonlethal concentration and we don't.

- Darling, you have
completely enlightened me.

(Andrea chuckles)
Now, shall we dance?

- Hi, Rock.
- Oh, hello.

- Sit down, join the party.

- Well, we got a minute.
- Yes.

Well, uh -- oh, Vivian, this is Andrea.

Andrea, Vivian.

- Charmed. Why didn't you call me?

- Oh, I, uh, thought
you were in San Paulo.

- You can't trust him from
here to that champagne glass.

Don't get involved and
don't fall for his charm.

- (chuckles) I'll try not to.

- That's what I said when I met him.

Gonna call me tomorrow night?

- I can't, I'll be out of town.

- Really?
- We're, um,

we're going to the headhunter country.

- How nice.

Bring me back his shrunken head and...

be sure to keep him on short rations, hmm?

Bye.

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- Um, number one?
(Rock exhales)

- Look, can we dance now?

- (chuckles) All right.

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Are you really going up there alone?

- Hardly. I'm, uh, taking
a guide from Belém.

Excellent man. Tupanico.

- Uh, T-U-P-A-N-I-C-O?

- That's right.
(Andrea chuckles)

- I never forget a name once I spell it.

- Oh? Spell mine.

- Uh, W-O-L-F.

(Rock chuckles)

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- Why won't you take me with you?

- Take a white woman
through the rainforest?

It can't be done.
- You give me a reason.

It doesn't have to be a good one.

- I can think of a lot of
places to take a woman.

The jungle isn't one of them.

- Is that your final decision?

- Yeah.

What's the matter?
- I'm going home.

- But Andrea, it's my last night in town.

- No, it isn't. You still
have a few shots to take.

- Oh, have a heart, will ya?

- Will you change your
mind and take me with you?

- But I can take you with me.

- Well, goodnight.

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- Tupanico.

- Señor Dean. How did
you get back so soon?

- I'm going up the river.

- On a monster hunt?

Stalk the beast, kill it?

(matches rattling)

Where would you start to look for it?

- Curucu Falls.

- No white man has ever
been up the river that far.

- That's where you're
from, isn't it, Tupanico?

Your family lives there.
(match striking)

- Those of them that are left.

Most of them move down to the plantations.

Now that they're afraid,

they're returning to
the land of our fathers.

- That pleases you?

- Somehow, it does, Señor.

I'm a chieftain's son.

- (chuckles) In a silk
shirt and a sombrero

you payed a thousand cruzeiros for?

Is this what you want?

- Sometimes, I wonder, Señor.

- Well, then, why don't you go back?

Paint your face, suffer the heat,

the hunger, the diseases.

Would that be better?
- You're right, Señor.

I love the silk shirts, good
food, and the cruzeiros.

- Okay, let's get going.
- Going?

- Of course.

- I'm desolate, Señor.
I cannot go with you.

- Why?
- I have been engaged

by the person you sent me.
- I sent?

- I really am desolate, Señor.

It is the first time in my
life that I work for a woman.

Pretty, but a woman.
- (chuckles) Tell her

to get someone else.

- Suppose you tell her.

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(Andrea speaking Portuguese language)

- Well, hello. Did the injections take?

- Why did you steal my guide, Miss Romar?

- Well, how formal.

It was Andrea in the nightclub.

- You're gonna have to get
yourself somebody else.

I'm taking Tupanico with me.

- And Tupanico is leaving with me tonight.

There's the boat.

- You're a foolish little girl.

You're working for me. Understand?

- I'm desolate, Señor.
It is already decided.

- Of course, if you'd
like to come along...

Let me know if you change your mindl.

- Señor Dean is a very determined man.

(speaking in Portuguese)

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(indistinct chattering)

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(sails squeaking)

- Welcome. I thought you'd see it my way.

- Well, I couldn't let you go alone.

(motor chugging)

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- Mm-mm.

Bad news?

- I just got this telegram before I left.

- Did it kill again?

- Panic. Imagination.

Now they see the monster
behind every tree.

- Rock, the dragon killer.

- It isn't funny.

Whatever it is, they're
running away from it.

- And by going to the Curucu Falls,

you're gonna solve the riddle
and bring them back again.

- How else?

(motor chugging)

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(bird shrieking)

- Is that where we take to the canoes?

- Yes. Tupanico has them waiting.

We'll pick up equipment,
the porter's a few miles

up that tributary.

- We'll pass by Father Flaviano's Hospital

since we have supplies for him.

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(wildlife calling)

(crocodile growling)

- Quiet, isn't it?

(crocodile growls and hisses)

Are there any fish?

- Thousands of them.

Every one of them a killer.

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- Piranha.

- I've seen some of those
at the aquarium in Rio.

Terrible looking things. All teeth.

- They can eat the flesh
off a man in 60 seconds.

(water sloshing)

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- Rock, look outl.

(knife whooshes)

(Tupanico speaks in Portuguese)

- [Tupanico] Viper, most poisonous.

It attacks anything that moves.

(water bubbling)

- (sighs) Well, I'll get used to it.

I'll have to.

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(water sloshing)

(Andrea gasps)

(rifle thudding)

(crocodile roaring)
(Andrea gasps)

(rifle cocking)
(rifle firing)

(water bubbling)

- Well, have you had
enough? You wanna go back?

- No, I'm going on. No matter what.

When do we meet the porters?

- It's not much farther.

Couple of miles, we'll pick
up the porters and equipment.

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(wildlife calling)

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Hold it.

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(wildlife calling)

- What are they?
- The Terrazaha Tribe.

- We'd better go over
to them. Come on Andrea.

- Me? Why?

- If a man's with a woman,
he's not looking for trouble.

That's what they think.

(wildlife calling)

- Sure they'll know I'm a woman?

- I think so.

Walk behind me.

Peace.

(speaking in foreign language)

Woman.

(speaking in foreign language)

(Andrea gasps)

(speaking in foreign language)

- They're satisfied that
you're a woman, Señora.

- Peace, thanks to your attributes.

(tribe chattering)

(drums pounding)
(rattle shaking)

The rattle and the drums. Somebody's sick.

- Sick? That's my department.

- It's no job for a woman.

Witch doctor will be
offended. He'll lose face.

- That's my job.
- Wait a minute.

- Don't touch the sick man, Señora. Don't.

- Fetch my medical kit, Rockl.

(speaking in foreign language)

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(wildlife calling)

(drumming and rattling cont.)

Open my case.

(case clacks)

- Mml. (groaning)

- Acute appendicitis.
- Are you sure?

- I've seen thousands of them.

Now, don't be afraid. Here.

This isn't gonna hurt.

Everything's gonna be all right.

Just lie still.

- He doesn't understand, Señora.

- He understands.

(groaning)

Tupanico, tell him we're
taking the sick man

along with us to Father
Flaviano's Hospital.

- According to Indian custom,
you're now responsible

for this man's life.

- How far is it?

- We should be there by nightfall.

- If he doesn't die on the way.

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(machete whacking)

(knife whacking)

(parrots squawking)

- Rockl. Wait.

- Hold it. Wait a minute.

(man groaning)

It's all right.
- Hurry hurryl
,.

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(machete whacking)

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(chickens clucking)

(bell tolling)

(drums pounding)
(tribe chattering)

- Father, do we have
time for a blood count?

- No.

- Now, take a deep breath. (inhales)

(man inhales and exhales)

(exhales) That's right.

(man inhales and exhales)

Now, don't be afraid.

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(Curucu snorting)

(bushes rustling)

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(Curucu shrieking)

(man screaming)

(Curucu shrieking)

- His count's all right.

- He seems all right to me.

Let's get started soon, Rock.

- You can't leave here.
- Why not?

Father Flaviano has enough trained people.

He doesn't need me.

- You've taken the place
of the witch doctor.

If you leave him, he'll die.

- Is that true, Father?

Do I have to stay here
'til Tico is up and around?

- He'll recover quickly,
thanks to the aromasin

and penicillin you brought.

- Well, then, why can't
we leave in the morning?

- We can't leave. You got us into this.

Should have left him to the witch doctor.

- And let him die?

- Witch doctors know a few tricks, too.

- Father Flaviano, (yells in Portuguese)I.

EI monstro, Curucul.

(yells in Portuguese)

(speaking in Portuguese)

- Jusayl
.

Jusayl
.

What kind of animal killed Jusay?

- The Curucu monster, Padre.

- Superstitions, devil worshipl.

I thought you were brought
up as a Christian, Tupanico?

Monsters.
- What else

could it be, Padre?
- There's the evidence.

- Yes, there's the evidence of the Devil.

- You know the legend of
the Curucu monster, Padre?

It descends from the
falls to punish the people

who deserted the lands of their fathers.

- Yes, I know the legends
of devil worship and voodoo.

That's why I live here in the jungle.

Bring light to this darkness.

Let's pray for light.

Come with me, my children.

- Give me the gun, Tupanico.

- Would you go out now in the dark, Señor?

(rifle cocks)

Señora.
- Yes, what is it?

- The monster. It was here.

Señor Dean is looking for it.

He took the heavy rifle.

- You let him go?
- How could I

hold him back, Señora?

(Andrea sighs)

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- Rock?

Rock?

Rock, where are you?

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(bushes rustling)

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Rockl Rockl
..

Rockl
.

(Andrea screaming)

- Andreal Andreal
..

(Andrea whimpering)
Andreal
.

- Oh, Rock.

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(Andrea cries)

- Let's go back to the house.

- An interesting theory.

Very interesting, in fact.

And so obvious, I never thought of it.

- Can you get some of this,
uh, headhunter preparation

from one of your friends, Padre?

Would save her a trip to the falls.

- How about it, Tupanico?

- Only chiefs and witch
doctors know the secret.

- You're the sun of a chieftain.

- I make an agreement with you, Señora.

I take her to my tribe,
I get her the formula,

if it's at all possible.
- Well,

I see our teachings are taking root.

You're talking like a Christian, Tupanico.

- That's true, Father.

It was here that I learned about heaven.

(speaking in Portuguese)
(rattles shaking)

- Indians?

(rattling continues)

(speaking in Portuguese)

- He's making you a present of the knife.

- Oh, thank you.

Thank you very much, Tico.

- It's a sacrificial knife.
The headhunters use those.

- Since you've accepted his gift,

he's your slave from now on.

- Oh, that's charming.

What am I going to do with a slave?

Thank you, anyway, T --
- Don't reject this.

Be in real trouble.

(man grunts)
(rattles shaking)

- Ticol.
- You can't hold him

if he wants to go, Miss Romar.

- We've seen the last of him.

Let's get started.

- I'm ready.

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- Wild buffalo.

Wild buffalol. Run for the treesl.

(buffalo stampeding)

Up there, quickl.

(intense orchestral music)

- (panting) That was close.

- Yeah.

When they start running,
nothing can stop them.

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- Wait, Rock. Look.

(snake hissing)

How terrible.

- In the jungle, anything can happen.

(animal squeaking)

(snake hissing)

(snake hissing)
(animal squeaking)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- What a horrible sight.

- Mm-hmm. We'll camp by the river.

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- Well, hello there.

Are you going up or coming down?

(soft orchestral music)

Hello, sweetie. Aw.

(cub meowing)

(kisses) Ouchl. (chuckles)

All right, on you go.

(animal squeaking)

Hmm. (laughing)

(fire crackling)

(soft orchestral music)

- Decent?

- Count to 10 and then enter.

- One, two, three, four, five,

six, seven, eight, nine, 10.

Here.

Hot.

Well, charming.

Oohl
.

That's one use for a gun.

- It's certainly fast on the count.

- Those pots were hot, they
were burning my fingers.

Hungry?
- Starved.

I was going to open a
can of beef and beans.

- Oh, this is much better.

- Well, I set the table.

I made some mate tea.

(chuckles) That is, if you like mate.

- Crazy about it. Usually take
it with a shot of cachaca.

- Cachaca? That's 80% alcohol.

- That's right, doctor.

- Well, I'll eat and
I'll ask questions later.

- Well, just eat.

Go ahead, eat.

- What is it?

- Lizard. Iguana.

Bake like a pig on hot stones.

- (chuckles) Well, I've
eaten just about everything.

Kangaroo tails, grasshopper,

scotch haggis, rattlesnake.

That's new to me.

(soft orchestral music)

- And this, huh.

This tastes like peanut.

- Black ants. Red ants are too spicy.

- Well, if it moves, eat it.

If it doesn't, bury it.

- You're not afraid of anything, are you?

- (chuckles) Of course I'm afraid

of some things, I'm a woman.

- Yeah. That's what I keep telling myself.

- The Indians seem to think so.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- You know, if you were wearing
an evening dress, I might...

Well, I only make passes.

- Oh. That's a compulsion you have.

Did you ever see a psychiatrist?

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Well, you look like a woman.
(hand whacks)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(gun fires)

Sorry I startled you.

Didn't have time to warn you.

- Thanks.

- A quick eye.

(rifle racks)

I better clean this.

- I'll clean it myself.

- It's a beautiful gun, Señor.

Never misses its mark.

(yelling in Portuguese)

- Curucul Curucul
..

For reall. EI monstrol.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Look, there.
- What is it?

- The monster.
(rifle cocks)

(intense orchestral music)
(gun firing)

It's heading down river fast.

(speaking in Portuguese)

- Get in there and calm them down.

- Si, Señor.

(speaking in Portuguese)

- What do you think it was?

- I don't know.

- Looked like a giant river serpent. Huh.

Seems like anything's possible
in this part of the Amazon.

- I don't believe in
snakes a hundred feet long.

Not even in the Amazon.

- That was no hallucination.

- Might have been anything.

It could have been a
school of luminous fish.

- Señor Deanl
.

The porters refuse to go on.

- (sighs) Offer them some more money.

- It's no use.

- I'll talk to 'em.

(porters yelling in Portuguese)

(both grunting)

(bodies thud)

(fist thuds)
- Uhl
.

- (breathes heavily) You're
not one of the porters.

I know you.

You're the one that attacked
me at the voodoo dance.

(Rock panting)

Well, that's that.

- They'll be more frightened on their own.

They'll come back to us.
- Don't bet on it.

- Señor, the falls about one
day's journey away from here.

- We're starting back tomorrow.

- Now, wait just a minute.
- We're going back.

- You can, I'm going on ahead.

- At the falls, Señor, we
will find other porters.

- No.

- I'm glad of your decision
to go ahead, Señora.

I will continue to guide for your orders.

(suspenseful orchestral music)
(wildlife calling)

(tent rustling)

(chicken clucking)

(soft orchestral music)

(suspenseful orchestral music)
(Curucu squawking softly)

(Curucu shrieking)

(Andrea screaming)

(intense orchestral music)

(rifle cocks)

(Curucu shrieking)
(rifle clicks)

(Curucu snarling)

(rifle thuds)

(intense music cont.)

(bushes rustling)

(soft orchestral music)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- This is what I was telling you about.

- Feathers, bones and teeth.

- Claws like razors.

- In Africa, the headhunters,
they use claws for murder.

Why? Why is Tupanico doing this?

- I don't know.

I thought I knew him, but I don't.

I knew his voice, his face. That's all.

He even put blanks in my gun.

That's the reason he
insisted on cleaning it.

- What about the monster in the river?

- Tupanico's been around.

He could have picked up a trick like that.

- Trick?

- Might have been metal
powder and water, something.

Who knows?

He brought us here for a purpose. But why?

(bird shrieking)

(tribe yelping)
(Andrea screaming)

(intense orchestral music)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(dramatic orchestral music cont.)

(dramatic orchestral music cont.)

(falls rushing)

(dramatic orchestral music cont.)

(dramatic orchestral music cont.)

(dramatic orchestral music cont.)

(drums pounding)

- It doesn't seem possible. Headhunters.

The white girl and the brave hunter.

- We'll get outta here.
(Andrea chuckles)

- How? The West Calvary?

(drumming cont.)

Well, you tried to tell me.

I was so smart. I don't
know what I was doing.

- Easy.

(Andrea breathes uneasily)

- When I was in the -- when
I was in the sixth grade,

I read a book about the Amazon.

They had pictures of a
tribe named the Humachumik.

The people had beautiful
names, like Moydine, Juanamali.

(sighs) Now, here I am.

(drumming continues)

(drumming cont.)

(drumming cont.)

(drumming cont.)

(drumming cont.)

(drumming cont.)

- Very interesting, Tupanico.

(Tupanico yells in foreign language)

- I'm sorry I can't
offer you both a chair.

My tribe doesn't know how to weave chairs.

- I suppose it won't
do any good to tell you

that you'll probably spend the rest

of your life behind bars.

- Before they can put me behind bars,

they have to catch me.

My name is Tupanico.

Do you know what "Tupan"
means in our language?

It means God.

They wouldn't dare to
put a God behind bars.

- You're not a God, Tupanico.

- Under your laws, perhaps.

- The missions raised you as a Christian.

Now look at you.

Black voodoo, snake dances, skulls.

You've gone insane, Tupanico.

- I'm not insane.

For years, I have
listened to the white man

in the hopes of learning things.

(Tupanico breathes deeply)

Here's your preparation,
your secret formula

that you were looking for.

It's yours.

You see, I also am a
humanitarian and idealist.

I also want to make people happy.

- By slaughtering them?

- Thirty years ago, Colonel
Forcet tried to reach the falls.

He never returned.

If you both disappear now,

maybe we will be left
alone for another 30 years.

We don't want your civilization.

Have you ever heard of a jungle man

who had heart trouble or ulcers?

Have you ever heard of one
who was frustrated or unhappy?

- I can see the happy
faces on those headsl
.

- It has taken me 10
years to get my people

back to the jungle.

No longer will the
plantations swallow them up,

ruin them with alcohol and money.

(intense orchestral music)

(man groans)

Thousands of our people have died.

For the sake of their civilization.

(intense orchestral music cont.)

(arrows whooshing)

(tribesmen screaming)

(intense orchestral music cont.)

- Run Andreal Get out of herel
,..

(man screaming)

(man screaming)

(tribesmen yelling)

(men grunting)

They look like Tico's tribe.

(intense orchestral music cont.)

(fire crackling)

If they found out we've
escaped, they'll be after us

like a pack of mad men.

(intense orchestral music cont.)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(dramatic orchestral music cont.)

(soft orchestral music)

Come on get upl You've got tol
,..

- I can't. One minute.

(both panting)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(soft orchestral music)

- Here, here, drink this.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- What is it?

- There isn't time to
ask Come on come onl
.,.

(suspenseful orchestral music cont.)

(man screaming)

- Rock, look outl.

(Rock grunting)

(man screaming)

(body thuds)

(water splashes)

(intense orchestral music)
(water bubbling)

(soft dramatic music)

(soft dramatic music cont.)

(soft orchestral music)
(machete whacking)

(soft orchestral music cont.)

(snake hissing)

(machete whacking)

(leopard growling)
(intense orchestral music)

(Andrea gasps)

(leopard snarling)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(boar snorting)
(animal squeaking)

(dramatic orchestral music cont.)

(Andrea screaming)

(snake snarls)

Rockl Rockl
..

Help mel. Rockl.

(Andrea gasping)

(Andrea screaming)

(intense orchestral music)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(Andrea screaming and sobbing)

(dramatic music cont.)

(soft dramatic music)

(thunder rumbling)

- Lie down here.

- I'm so tired.

(rain pattering)

(lightning striking)

- I better find some food.

- No, no, don't go.

(lightning striking)

(lightning striking)

(intense orchestral music)
(lightning striking)

(Andrea screaming)

(Andrea sobbing)

(dramatic orchetral music)

- What's the matter?

- Oh, I...

I guess I was dreaming.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(lightning striking)
(rain pattering)

(monkey squeaking)

- Hey heyl
,.

Thanks.

(soft orchestral music)

(intense orchestral music)

(gasping) Rockl. Rockl.

(body thuds)

(soft orchestral music)

Father, the Indian.

- The Indians have brought you here.

Tico and his men.

- What, Tico?.
- Yes.

He and young Dean brought you here.

You were a sorry sight.

Your clothes all torn.

You slept for 48 hours.

- 48 Hours?

- Relax, my child.

- Oh, don't look at me.

I must look a mess.

- Absolutely hideous.

(suspenseful orchestral music)
(door creaking)

(Tico speaking in foreign language)

- He's brought you another present.

- Oh, thank you.

(Tico speaking in foreign language)

- Oh.

It's the formula.

Tupanico had it in his hut.

- He took it from the hut during the fire.

- Oh.

(Tico speaking in foreign language)

Oh.

(Tico speaking in foreign language)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(Andrea gasps)

- Tupanico.

(dramatic orchestral music)