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(dramatic music)

(steady rhythmic music)

(people chattering)
(gentle exotic music)

(car honking)

(crashing)

(yelling in foreign language)

(horse neighing)

(tires screeching)

(gun firing)
(all yelling)

(light music)

- Bible?
- Bible.

- Paris.
- Paris.

Hey.

(wood crackling)

(man yelling)
(squeaking)

(speaking in foreign language)

(men giggling)

- Please, please.

(smacking)

(speaking in foreign language)

(man yelling in foreign language)

(woman screaming)

(people chattering)

(chicken cackling)
(man yelling)

- Miss.

Miss!

Miss?

Miss!

(people chattering)

(speaking in foreign language)

(exotic music)

Paris!

Twelve thousand

She's very beautiful...

...and you don't have a blonde.

Three hundred...

...and fifty with the shoe!

That's a bonus!

Ask her...

...what she's doing in the Yuck Yen!

She's not talking!

Idiot! How can she?

Tell us about yourself...

If you need help...

I'll be glad to help.

Answer!

Idiot!

(people chattering)

Escaped from where?

From a convent to find her father.

What's a convent?

Convent?

Convent: Boarding school for
girls run by nuns.

In Chinese!

Nice, the story about seeing your father...

...in a dream.

...and having a premonition of the danger he's in.

Translate.

Translate!

Translate!

I don't know how to say
'premonition".

Amateur!

Go away!

Let's see if she's made like
a Chinese girl...

(triumphant music)

(woman screaming)

Sorry.

Watch out.

(yelling and grunting)

(whooshing)

(grunting)

I don't care about
what's in the crates,

and I don't care about the
bastard who shot at me,

but what I don't like is
being taken for a fool.

So why don't you just give me my money

and we'll call it even, okay?

Because I'm such a nice guy.

Come on.

Move your hand, will you?

Good.

Atta boy.

That's for your staff.

Oh! What the hell...

My name is Gwendoline.

That guy owed me 859 dollars.

Here.

(people chattering)

No, no, it's okay.

(speaking in foreign language)
(whimpering)

(yelling)

Miss.

Oh!

Those infamous criminals!
How could they touch you?

They tore my dress.

- How awful!
- Oh! please help me mend it,

my mother gave this to me.

Don't worry, I'm sure we can fix it.

I wish I had never
let you make this trip.

Do you realize you almost died?

Yeah, he was wonderful.

He had big blue eyes.

Long white hands.

Put it back.

Can you explain to me

how you expect us to find your
father and get along

in this God forsaken place without money?

We're not going to steal it.

It's not going to be easy.

All right, all right, your upbringing

will be the death of you - and me!

Hide, quick.
(gasping)

(speaking in foreign language)

They were there!

(people chattering)
(light exotic music)

Beth.

- Beth.

- [Man] You're gonna lose again,
Willard.

- [Willard] Wrong!
That's my lucky night!

- Please, sir, you gotta help us.

They're chasing us, they
think I'm the one who killed

their friends back there.
- You've gotta do something.

- Help me.
- I don't help nobody.

- Please.
- I feel seven.

- What?
- Get your hands off me.

The chips are down!

Seven.

I had a seven, damn.

Excuse me.

You made me lose.

(grunting)
(woman screaming)

Just because Yuki fainted,

don't go getting excited! Let me play!

- How can I ever thank you, sir?

- Look, you just cost me 60 dollars,

so get out of here.

Otherwise you're gonna end up

in this bag!

We need you.
We won't leave.

- You better hurry up and go home

before your mama gets worried.

- This was my mother's dress.

She never even had a
chance to wear it.

- Really?

- Oh! stop it.

Listen, this girl traveled 4,000 miles
in the hold of a filthy ship

in order to find her father.

- And what does her father do?
- He collects butterflies.

(all laughing)

- Well, you're in luck.

This man here is Captain Kapaceo.

He's the chief of police over here.

- He is?

- Police? Please, you have to help us.

- What is this?

Stop this!

What are you doing?

- Go and do a little number

up on the stage,

afterwards I'll see if I can help you out.

- No.
- Hey, leave her alone.

Or else.
- Or else what?

- Leave me alone, you pig.

Black, you help us.

Red, you never see us again.

- Rien ne va plus.

- Yeah.
(cheering)

We win.

- Stop it.
- Thank you.

- Hey, leave her alone, we lost.

I said, leave her alone, we lost.

Here's a present for you.

Let's go.

(light exotic music)

Hey Shirko, I brought you some visitors.

Go ahead, he's all ears.

- We're looking for a man.

- I know, the butterfly collector.

- Have you seen him?

- He wanted me to go with
him on his expedition.

I told him what he could expect.

I had the impression of talking

about riding breeches to a catfish.

All those risks for a fucking butterfly.

- But it's father's whole life.

If he manages to catch the butterfly,

it will carry his name and
all the journals will--

- I know all that.

And I can show you where
you can find your butterfly

without a name.

Here is the Katiwan Region.

There is your Yuck Yen.
- Yuck Yen.

- Then, it's swamps and jungles.
- Swamps.

The Tchou Tcheou River
- The Tchou Tcheou.

Sometimes plied by suspicious junks.

And then nothing, the Yik Yak.

All that is the Yik Yak.

And here is a map of the Yik Yak.

Nothing.

Just a few curves going nowhere,

and telling you that you're lost.

Nobody goes there.

(laughing)

Nobody goes there,

and nobody comes back.

Sometimes, a wind from the South,

The Kalibidu blows out of there,

and people die.

It's not my fault that your butterfly

loves the Yik Yak.

- In the Yik Yak,

isn't there an enormous crevasse

with huge earth-shaking explosions?

(laughing)

- So they say.

But that's only a legend.

The legend of Pikaho.

- That's how it is, in my dream.

We have to go there.

- Have a nice trip, Young Lady.

The last time I saw your father,

he was in Tacoma.

- Take us to Tacoma.

- No way, sweetheart, this
is the end of the line.

I am sorry.

- Bye Shirko.
- Ah.

- I'm taking you in.

We found Yuki's body.

It's got your name on it.

And the ladies don't have passports.

- Trying to be funny?

- My cheek is a little sore.

(pigs snorting)
(man chattering)

(metal sawing)

- Afraid of getting your white hands dirty?

Thank you.

(light funky music)

You talk the talk, but you don't
walk the walk.

(grunting)
(woman screaming)

- Stop it.

- Put me down.
- No, no.

Put her down.

- Let go of me.

- What are you doing?
- Stop it, stop it!

(sighing)

- Stop. Let go of me.

- What are you waiting for?

Come on, scream.

- Oh.

- Come on, fight, resist.
- More, more, again.

- More?

Scream, for God's sake.
- More please.

- Silly cow!

(grunting)

(smacking)
(screaming)

(men speaking in foreign language)

(yelling)

(light funky music)

Sh.

(yelling)
(glass breaking)

(banging)
(man yelling)

Game over.

- I'll never forget
what you've done for us.

- If I ever see either one of you again,

you'll wish I hadn't.

(light exotic music)
(people chattering)

I told you to quit following me.

- Hey wait, I'm sorry,

but you have to help us.

You can't leave us here.

(speaking in foreign language)

Okay?

Come on.

- Where?

- There's a boat down there
that's leaving for Europe.

Now be on it.

Bon voyage, little girl.

Believe me, it's better this way.

(speaking in foreign language)

(light ominous music)

- Hey Willard, you got a light?

The Scotsman wants to see ya.

- Well I don't wanna see him.

- Why don't you tell him yourself?

- I hear you wanna talk to me?

Ah, some more of your dirty business.

- There are twenty others like this.

They don't take up very much room,

but they're worth a fortune.

There will be an old junk waiting for you.

Don't be a fool, Willard.

Believe me, it's worth a fortune.

- How much for the trip?

- Two.
- Four.

- Three.
- Tsk tsk tsk.

- Three and a quarter.
(bell dinging)

- Ah, okay when?

- Tomorrow morning.

We deliver the stuff.

- You know the place.

- Everybody knows.

(steady music)

- I just can't believe it!

- My father's in danger.
- With a daughter like you,

I am not surprised.

Can you swim?
- No.

- [Willard] Well start learning.

- Ch no.
(yelling)

(water splashing)
Bon voyage!

(snoring)

(crashing)

Ready for lesson two?

No, no please, stop.

- Are you going?
- Please, stop, stop.

Stop.
(splashing)

- Nobody gives me orders.

- By the way, there's
something I forgot to tell you.

Two gentlemen came this morning
with your packages.

You were sleeping.

So I told them not to make any noise.

But don't worry, I took
the packages for you.

- Well that's very kind of you.

And if you're still here when I get back,

maybe I'll give you a tow.

- Unfortunately, there's one problem.

I can't for the life of me

remember where I put them.

- Well, wait a second, Beth.

Once we're dry, and we've found my father,

don't you think we can make an effort

to remember where it was?

I mean, otherwise, this
gentleman will never

be able to return to Yuck Yen,

and it would be a pity.

(giggling)

- Aaaah.
(yelling)

(growling)
(screaming)

Those packages of mine that you hid,

they were in sacks like this, right?

- That's right.

It's not the first time
you've done this, hm?

- Now if I were you, I'd
make myself real small.

And I'm warning you.

Once your dad is found,

you're on your own.

(steady music)
(engine puttering)

- Willard.

May I do something for you?

- Use this, if you can fight,

and I expect it to be just as clean

when you're through.

Is that understood?

(steady instrumental music)

Feel like dying?

- When I'm close to you, I feel safe.

- Well that's funny.

When I'm close to you, I
feel just the opposite.

- Well maybe they won't come.

- They're already out there some place.

They're spying on us.

- I'm sorry we're so much trouble.

Look, about the other night, our kiss.

No one's ever kissed me before.

I lost my head.

I didn't know what I was doing.

It's ridiculous, it's over.

If something awful were to happen

to either one of us,
someone would be miserable.

Love is too beautiful
for it not to have a future.

- You know, you're lucky you're a woman,

because if a guy said that to me,

I'd just smash his face in.

So why don't you go
back down to your cabin,

and play with your dolls or something

'til daddy lets you out, okay?

Wait a minute, there they are.

(bell ringing)

Your junk sure looks loaded down...

What's wrong with it?

I want...

...everybody on deck!

(laughing)

Don't you trust me?

- Cut it out, Taouto.

You know there's pirates
all over the place.

And I want to see you all first,
otherwise no goods.

Everybody out.

(laughing)

- Two men for the bags, that's enough.

Only two?

- [Willard] I said two.

(laughing)

Check the bags!

(laughing)

- This is hardly the time

to start worrying about details, Taouto.

I thought you trusted me.

It seems there are pirates
around here!

(laughing)

- Hey Nina.

Here's something to cut the strings with.

(grunting)
(steady music)

(water splashing)
(yelling)

Catch him!

Kill him!

(cranking)
(yelling)

(water splashing)

(screaming)

- Hey, hands off.

(screaming)

(springing)
(grunting)

(spitting)

(exploding)

(fire crackling)
(yelling in foreign language)

I never forget, Willard!

(gun firing)

- Thanks for the help.

You just got yourselves
a one-year contract.

- Willard.

- Yes, ma'am?

- What is that?

- If you don't see the Eiffel Tower,

I guess that's Tacoma.

Catch this.

Tell Tom that Willard just blew in.

- Yeah.

Hey, Tom, Tom.

- If your father was here,

Tom must have seen him.

Any dealings that go on here,

it's his business.

Now if he wasn't here, I'm not moving,

"cause we are quits now.
Last stop for me.

How would you describe
your father, anyhow?

- Well, on expedition,

he always wears the same thing.

A white outfit, a brown hat
with fishhooks all over it

for good luck.

For his last expedition--
- Willard!

Goddammit, you bastard!

(laughing)

(sighing)

- Miss! Help me.

Oh dear.

- Tom, where'd you get that outfit?

- And he was found caught on a tree root

along the edge of the river.

From the condition of his body,

he looked as if he'd
been wandering out there.

Up in Kiops territory.

I remember the night before we found him.

The Kalibidu was
blowing like the devil.

He was undoubtedly a victim

of superstition and native magic.

- What do you mean?

- It's easier to tell than
to listen to--

You tell her, go on.
(grunting)

- Go on.

- The Kalibidu is a sand wind
which brings poison clouds.

You cough, you throw up,
and then you can die.

In their fear, the Kiops think that,

if they offer it human sacrifices,

the wind will go down
and leave them in peace.

- You mean they sacrificed my father

to calm the spirits of the wind?

- The strange thing is that

the Kiops are convinced

that only a male sacrifice
will appease their gods.

They tie 'em alive to a big spiderweb

they built in the desert.

And the Kalibidu comes,

and takes the body.

- And they really disappear,

never to be seen again.

End of story.

- But what I don't understand is that,

I'm almost sure your father's wound

was made by a bullet.

No Kiops has ever owned a gun before.

- Maybe a dealer?

- That's impossible.

A dealer wouldn't be interested.

No money in it.

- You know, I think your
father was the only white man

who's ever gotten so far.

And all that for a butterfly?

(scoffing)

I tell you, I wouldn't
do it for 1,000 dollars.

- And for 2,0007?

- Well, I've never seen that kind of money.

At least not all at once.

- Well on your feet, Willard,

'cause we're leaving tomorrow morning.

- Yeah, leaving for where?

- For the Yik Yak.

- What the hell you
gonna do in the Yik Yak?

Your father is dead, it's no use.

- I'm gonna catch that butterfly.

It's gonna bear his name.

It was his whole life's dream,

and I'm gonna make it mine.

- [Willard] No, you can hunt
your insect by yourself.

- You got the jitters?
- You got the money?

- Tomorrow morning.

Tom, you come with me.

And you go take a bath.

You stink.

(burping)

- But where is she
going to find the money?

(metal clanging)
(all yelling)

(yelling in foreign language)

Go!

- Come on, come on, come on.

- If Willard happens to
get wind of this, I'm dead.

(laughing)

- You'll get double your money back.

- And I must see to it that

the Scotsman's pals won't
get wind of it, either.

Otherwise, I die twice.

(laughing)

- It's a great business you're in.

- All that perfectly good money

going right down some drain...

...for a stupid butterfly.

Think again.

Nobody ever came back from Yik Yak.

What are you gonna do with those labels?

- I believe that's mine.

This is for supplies.

That is your business, too.

- Such a pretty girl like you.

(all yelling)

- Place your bets.

You'll be a winner.

Come on, come on.

Ready, go.

- Willard.
(all yelling)

- You're too damn much.

I could've lost.

- Get up, let's go.

And don't bother counting.

This isn't the time or the place,

and it's all there.

- I'd like to know
where you got the money.

Yeah? Well you'd be
disappointed to find out.

I'm waiting.

Gentlemen.

- Sorry folks.

(men laughing)

I'll do anything for science.

(steady music)

- Willard!

Where are you?

(hooting)

- Oh there's one.

Sh.

- You're lagging.

- Oh, oh, ow.

Getting in shape for
the great butterfly hunt.

(shushing)
I can't get it!

(water splashing)

- Willard, stop it.

You're going too fast.

(yelling)

(laughing)

You're doing that on purpose.

- As long as you're at it, fill this.

- Ah.
(metal clanking)

- I might need it for my bath tonight.

Well, this is the gateway
to hell, your hell.

I don't suppose you'd like to reconsider, stop,

because I...

No?

You really want to go further?

- Stop it, will you?

- What?
- You're not funny.

- I thought we were rationing the water.

(chuckling)

(mimicking laughing)

- Hey Gwendoline.

Don't move.

Whatever you do, don't move your foot.

Beth, give me your canteen.

(metal clanging)

Sapricus orantis,
the rose of the desert.

Three drops of water, it
can live for thirty years.

(electronic zapping)

- You're crazy.

What's gotten into you?

- Look, things being as they are,

if we haven't found your butterfly

by the time we've finished
the second canteen,

we're going home.

- You're a swine, Willard.

I guess that's why I hired you.

You're gonna help me find my butterfly,

we made a deal.

- Yes that's right.
- A deal?

Well that seems to be a
strange word out here,

don't you think?

- I'm ordering you to continue.

And, what's more,

you're gonna carry Beth.

And when I get tired,
you're gonna carry me.

- Look, I don't mind walking.

Don't, I mean.
- Lots of luck, red.

Look, I don't give a
damn about your insects,

or your family quest.
- Listen.

- Here I am stuck out--
- Will you listen to me?

- In this hell hole,

- Come back, please.

- Traipsing around with some hysterical girl

and a silly nurse mate,

and a butterfly net.
- Hey.

- Isn't what happened
to your father enough?

- Stop that, oh please come back.

You can't leave us here.

- Willard, you're going on
with us as long as I say

because nothing is going to stop me.

You are nothing but a no good,

little stinking opportunist.
- No, no.

Now look.

- I always hated goodbyes.

- Oh please don't go.

- Now would probably be a
good time to count your money.

You never know.

Shit!
(yelling)

All right. Don't get so excited,

because you'll get the real
thing when we get back.

Let's go, Beth.

- Wow.
(light funky music)

- Nice work, Willard.
(slashing)

We're going a lot faster now.

- It's easy. Every time
I swing this machete,

I picture your neck underneath the blade.

Wait a minute.
This is to mark a trail.

Somebody's been here.

- Could it have been my father?

- No, it's too fresh for that.

Get out of my way.
(hissing)

You're not my type. Sit!

- Is that a boa?

- No, it's a goldfish.

- Ooh.

Are you sure this is the right way?

- If you don't trust me, ask him.

- Hey, where are you?

Oh, wait for me.

(thunder rumbling)
(rain pattering)

What's he doing?

He's gone mad.

- Take your clothes off quick.

I said take 'em off.

- He's crazy, we're catch the flu.

- Would you rather die of thirst?

Do like me.

Oh, forget it.

Go get some wood, branches, roots.

Anything you can find.
We've got to make a fire.

We're doing our best!

- Here.

- Where'd you get this?

- I don't remember, why?

- We've got to find it again.

- Oh.

It was right about here.

- I've seen these cases before.

Somebody else's gone a-hunting..

- Well, we'll go on anyway.

- Stand up straight.

I guess it's better that way, huh?

- Willard.

Willard.

Haven't you ever been
in love with anybody?

- Yeah, with every woman
in the world except you.

Nobody tells me the way to live my life.

I live my life the way I choose.

- I wasn't asking you to change.

- You know, the first time I met you,

you reminded me of this panther

I freed from a trap.

She was perfect, like a goddess.

Her eyes beautiful,

and she followed me everywhere I went.

And then one day a hunter
killed her, and I cried.

I was such a jerk.

- Willard!

- Keep quiet.
- I can hear a--

- Sounds like a waterfall.
- Shut up!

- Water.

- Come back.

- Hey, let me go.
- Get up.

- Stop that.

What are you doing?

(clanging)
(gasping)

Thank you, how did you know?

- Gut instinct.

I'm infallible.

- Come, let's get out of here!

(metal clanking)

Damn! They're Kiops.

They're cute, aren't they?

(speaking in foreign language)

- Aren't those binoculars your father's?

Yes.

- They were a gift from my mother,

for his last trip.

- [Willard] And is that the mark of your

ridiculous butterfly on his forehead?

- Look, all I know is
we're getting closer.

- Oh, good.
Now we can die in peace.

(grunting)
(smacking)

- [Gwendoline] Are you alright?

- Yes.

Oh.

- Are they going to kill us?

- The Kiops don't do their own killing.

Tonight, they're gonna
get their dogs excited,

and tomorrow, they're
gonna see how you run.

Now, if you can run faster
and longer than a dog,

you might get to see my money again.

If you do, give it a kiss for me, will ya?

- What about you?

- I'll be perfect for the spider webs

when the wind comes up from the south.

That way, they don't have
to sacrifice their own.

(distant howling)

(sighing)

Tomorrow, when you run,

if the dogs haven't caught
you after 300 yards,

start zig-zagging,

because that way the dogs get confused,

and they run out of breath faster.

- But do we have a chance?
- Are you kidding?

- Willard.

Will you forgive me?

- Oh ask me anything,
but don't ask me that.

I don't wanna sleep badly
my last night on Earth.

- Oh, it's a little late
to start being afraid,

don't you think?

I mean, what did you think that was,

a hike in the country, a little picnic?

Maybe tomorrow when the dogs start

ripping out your stomach,

then you will curse your butterfly.

- That's enough, Willard.

Keep your remarks to yourself.

You're only heroic when it comes to money.

(whimpering)

- Gwendoline.

I want you to know that
if I were your father,

up in Heaven, I'd be proud of you.

If we get out of here,

we're gonna find that butterfly for you.

We're gonna find the
biggest butterfly we can,

and I'm gonna give it your name.

- Willard, I feel so guilty...

- Gwendoline.

Have you ever made love?

- No.

- I mustn't let you die
without making love.

Come as close as you can.

(branch cracking)
No.

Don't be ashamed.

Imagine your body close to mine.

You're shivering.

I'm starting to kiss your neck.

Don't open your eyes.

Are you feeling my kisses on your skin?

Oh, your lips are so beautiful.

Now I'm caressing your hair.

Feel me caress your hair.

Oh, my hands, going down your body.

Feel my hands on your breasts.

You're shivering.

Oh, it feels so good.

Every nerve.

I take your mouth..

I stroke your thighs.
Your belly.

Oh, you feel good.

Don't be ashamed of how good you feel.

Now very gently,

I'm starting to come into you.

I want you.

Feel my skin against your skin.

My desire inside your body.

My desire is spreading through you.

Gently. Slowly.

I am coming into you.

Slowly.

Yes, I'm coming.

I'm coming.

Yes.

I am in you.

I can feel you.

Come now.
(breathing heavily)

(moaning)

Beth?

(laughing)

Beth.

(all laughing)

(speaking in foreign language)

- Made it!
(distant tribal music)

(screaming)

(grunting)

- [Willard] Hey.

(spitting)
(growling)

(smacking)

(gasping)
(grunting)

- No, not again!

No, no, no.
- I'm getting plenty mad.

I'm mad, mad, mad.

I'm sick of walking and running
and falling and swimming...

...of dying!

I just wanna catch this
butterfly and go on home,

and to be left in peace.

You little shitheads,
I warn you!

If one of you dares to move,
anyone, dares to move,

I can't be responsible for
what I'll do!

It's really a scandal when a person

can't take a peaceful walk in the jungle

without being hassled.
(yelling in foreign language)

I tell you, no no no.
(smacking)

Come on, let's go.
I can't handle any more.

- She's right.

They were becoming a pain.

(upbeat rock music)
(yelling)

(grunting)

Oh shit!

This way!

- You sure?
- Of course.

- [Women] Oh.
- Uh oh.

(grunting)

- We're safe.

- Yeah, but that's strange.

From now on, it's the Yik Yak.

Oh here it comes.
(light music)

- What?
- What?

- That's why they didn't
follow us! The Kalibidu.

(thunder rumbling)

Get down, get down, take cover.

(wind howling)

Get down, get down.
Don't breathe, don't breathe.

Get down.

Get down. Don't breathe.

Do as I say.

Stuff something in your mouth.

You're gonna die if you don't.

- How long will it last?

- I don't know.

(spitting)

Hey, you guys okay?

You're not dead or anything?

Well, if you know
a friend who likes solitude

and wide open places,

you can always give them this address.

- Oh.
- This is it.

We're here.

I'm sure of it.

The feet in the sand,

the bodies being dragged.

The butterflies are right over there,

inside that crevasse.

Oh this is magnificent.

- Now what's she doing?

- It's the sun.

Oh, it's exactly like in my dream.

Come on.

- Come on.
- Wait, hey.

- It's the Kalibidu.
- Maybe... Miss!

- There's no bar, but it's not bad.

- Come on, we'll catch the butterfly,

and then we can just go home.

- You really think your
insect is down there?

- Sure, all I need is
something to throw in.

- Not my hat.

What are we waiting for?

- Who's got the net?
- I've got it.

- Okay.
- Okay.

- [Beth] Just a second.
- [Gwendoline] I can't,

I can't believe we made it.

- Okay, I'll go down first.

(metal clanging) - Excuse-me, sir.
- Please!

Woops.

- Willard, have you ever been to Paris?

Oh, you'll see.

We'll have such a good--
- Look, if I were a butterfly,

and I lived here,

and you tried to take me to Paris,

I'd break your face.

Just because we had one
romantic moment together,

don't start sending out
wedding invitations.

- Oh I see.

So the other night was
just a game for you.

- Okay.

- You're horrible. You're fired,
I don't need you anymore...

You are free.

- I got it, I got it.

It's splendid, come down and see.

- Yeah, yeah.

- Hey, whoa whoa whoa whoa.

- It's marvel--

- Beth?

Beth?

[Beth] - Help!
- Beth? Are you alright, Beth?

(rumbling)

Beth, Beth.
- Beth.

- Beth, we gotta do something.

- What?
- I don't know.

Blow this wall out.

There has to be a passage. Beth!

How inconspicuous!

- Nobody's perfect.

- Up we go.

(screaming)
Blood!

(ominous music)

We killed her.
- Well you go tell her parents

she died because of a butterfly.

(speaking in foreign language)

- By the way, you never told
me. How does your dream end?

- There's a passage over there.
- Let's go.

- Only women.

Not one man.

What are you gonna do about finding Beth?

-Hm?

What? Oh no.
- Yes!

- This is ridiculous!

Those girls are gonna spot me right away.

They've all got these enormous tits.

- Will you relax?

Even with your beard,
you're a very attractive lady.

(grunting)
- I am fed up with you.

I'm gonna through you over this cliff,

you can join your butterflies,
and you can join your friend Beth,

and you can go back to your
spoiled childish tricks.

- Just you go ahead,
only you'll be sorry.

Because you're not gonna
get your money back.

You wanna know why I got
those 2,000 dollars, huh?

I sold all your stuff to Tom.

- Well Tom always was a sellout.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- Well he still can look down
on you.

You're a coward, and you make fun
of other people's feelings.

- Feelings are for creeps.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- Well you'll never find someone...

...who will love you for what
you are, because...

...you'll never learn
how to say 'I love you'.

- Bye, Gwendoline.

I'm not worth your trouble.

- Go ahead, drop me.

But it'll be your name I
scream on the way down...

Because I belong to you.
Body and soul.

- You're kidding. Gwendoline!

- Let go.

- Come on, Gwendoline, be reasonable.

I can't say this kind of thing.

(yelling)
- Goddamnit! Gwendoline, I love you.

- I hope that was sincere.

Let's get going.

(majestic music)

- Hey look.
- Come on.

Stop it, you fool.

- Wait a minute, those look like diamonds,

don't they?
(trumpets blaring)

- Come on.

- Now I get it. All this
machinery is for mining diamonds.

- Oh, I love your butterfly.
- What?

The legend of Pikaho is true.

- Let's find Beth, and let's
get out of here. We're rich.

(suspenseful music)
- Please, Willard.

(yelling in foreign language)

(speaking gibberish)

(metal clanging)
(yelling)

(screaming)

(grunting)

(whistling)

(metal clanging)

(women moaning)

- Hey, wait a minute.

Hey, hey, ladies, hey, hey.

- Stop it.

- Let go of him.
- Hey hey hey hey.

- Get off of him, you perverts.

- Hey hey hey hey.

- Stop it.

Willard.

Hey.
(women yelling)

- This way.

There, quick!

Hey, come on.

(yelling)

- Kiops.

Kiops.

The storm.

It was real.
I wasn't dreaming.

Those bodies carried away...

(yelling)

(slamming)
(gasping)

(growling)

(yelling)

(hissing)

(yelling)

- I really can't leave you
alone for five minutes, can 1?

I'll have to up my price.

(grunting)

(yelling)

- Look out.

Will.
(yelling)

(growling)

(steady instrumental music)

(rhythmic chanting)

(metal cranking)

(electronic zapping)

This can't be true!

(gasping)

Beth.

Beth.
(gasping)

Oh.

Alright.

Just breathe.

(gasping)

(crashing)

- Go on, don't worry about me.

(trumpets blaring)

- Have you lost something, Gwendoline?

Oh, you're very pretty.

Stand up so I can see you better.

Welcome.

We don't often have visitors here.
It's very quiet over here.

- Free Beth immediately.
- Ah! Beth.

Her name down here is U89.

- Your friend is being
punished, Gwendoline.

I was asking her some
very innocent questions.

Only she refused to talk.
It's too bad.

I seldom find occasion to practice

your enchanting language.

I wish I could make it the official language
here, but I only have dunces.

- Why did you come to our city?
- To catch a butterfly.

- And who came with you?

- Nobody.
- Lying is against my rules.

In any kingdom, there must be
a strict system of discipline.

These girls tried to get
into the men's quarters

without my permission.

Those who disobey orders make me sick.

Take her away and untie the other one.

(trumpets blaring)

I've been waiting for you.

- Superb, you're superb.

- Now how am I to introduce you, D'Arcy?

- Just call me D'Arcy as usual.

- What do you think of her?

- Superb.

- She looks superb.
- That's enough, D'Arcy.

And me, me.

Tell me how I look.
- Superb, you're superb.

If I may.

I'm honored to meet you,

and I bid you welcome here.

- You really are a stupid fool, D'Arcy.

I've explained a million times,
you don't kiss a young girl's hand.

You must forgive him, Gwendoline.

He's terribly ill-mannered, I fear.

Ah, but it's true, he's right.

You really are superb.

(spitting)
(gasping)

It's not very smart of you

to refuse my friendship, Gwendoline.

It's your only chance.

(crashing)
(screaming)

(grunting)
(screaming)

- Look here, you can stop your
dumb games, you assholes.

I came here to free Gwendoline,

and we haven't got time to
hang around all day.

We've got things to do.
- This is Willard, I suppose.

One doesn't make propositions
in your situation.

Don't you agree, D'Arcy?

- Superb, you're superb.
- Okay, listen.

You free Gwendoline, I take her away,

and we forget everything.

- Gwendoline, are you
willing to forget everything?

I believe you came out here
to capture a butterfly.

- Yes, for my father.
- Oh yes.

That old explorer who
kept wandering around.

He said that's what he came after, too.

D'Arcy, do you remember?

- I remember everything
that you make me do.

- Bring Willard down here.

Smile, Gwendoline.

I loathe people who pout.

That's better.

Are you sure, dear Gwendoline,

you don't know the
legend of the Pikaho?

- And you, Willard?
- Never heard of it.

- Explain it to Gwendoline here.

You're a marvelous storyteller, I'm sure.

- Don't know it.

- Let me refresh your memory.
(metal clanking)

- In the 12th Century,

the Chinese have it that an angry mountain
began spitting out showers of diamonds.

The Earth cracked open,
and the mountain was swallowed up,

and no one has seen Pikaho since.

According to the legend,
there were no survivors,

but I notice that didn't keep a few

bastards from taking
advantage of the situation.

- Oh charming, Willard.
I adore educated men.

Don't we, D'Arcy?
- Very educated.

- But it also said that the mountain

would take vengeance on all
who tried to plunder it.

So be careful, amateur scientists,

or it'll blow up in your face.

- Impossible, I worked out every detail.

- So you came to hunt the butterfly, too?

- That's right.

I've got an agreement with the lady here.

- What do you think of him?
- [D'Arcy] Superb, he's superb.

- You are beaten, Willard.
But I'm a good sport, you see,

and so I will give you
a place in my legend.

When the Earth moved,
Nature changed its rules.

There were hardly a few survivors.
Mostly women.

And a few men who soon began
dying off for some unknown reason.

I sometimes use men like you, Willard,

so that my civilization won't disappear.

D'Arcy will organize the contest.

Only my best girls will
be allowed to compete.

The winner will be
yours for the night.

Give her a child.
I want a male.

- Why don't you ask your volcano
handyman to do it instead?

- Fortunately for him, he
can't do much in that area.

- So here, if a girl wants to make love,

she has to prove herself?

If I accept, then you've
got to free Gwendoline.

- Oh afterwards, you can do as you like,

but you won't have very
much strength left.

- Oh, that's a low blow.

Give me all your women, and
tomorrow you'll be overpopulated.

- Don't boast about it, young man,

'cause in your place,
I'd prefer to be in mine.

- That's enough, D'Arcy.

We don't need your advice.
- I said nothing! You're superb.

- [Woman] Don't resist.
Let yourself go.

In here, our only pleasure is love.

There's no reason to resist.
You have nothing left to fight for.

Forget the man you came here with.

- Willard?

But why?
- In here, it is the custom that

after his copulation, a man must die.

When nature transformed our mountain,
it also transformed its own rules.

We live like insects:
when the male pricks,

the female kills him during ecstasy.

- I don't want him to die.

- You're crazy, you'll never reach him.

- Look, it's my fault that he's here.

- Sh, look, don't you see? You'll just g--
(smacking)

Oh Beth, I'm sorry.

- Willard.

These girls are the elite of my people.

(cranking)
(women moaning)

Look at them.
Ready to spill their blood

for a brief moment of passion with you.

Choose four of them.
- I don't wanna choose.

- Perfect, that makes four.

(yelling)

- Willard!

Gwendoline.
(crashing)

- Well go on, catch her.

Stupid idiots, go.

- Let me drive.

We'll get Beth, find the fire
exit, and get out of here.

- Oh, have you seen one?
- No.

- Listen, you're gonna be killed.

- Don't talk.
- No, you're gonna be--

- Don't talk while you're driving.
- You're gonna be--

(crashing)
(yelling)

- If you make love here--

(whip cracking)
(grunting)

(crashing)

Watch out.
(crashing)

(gasping)

- Go away.

(cracking)
- Willard!

- After a man makes love here, he dies.

- [Willard] What?

- Beth.
- Get her helmet.

Now...

Gwendoline must kill Gwendoline.

And you'll take her place in the contest.

It's the only way to save Willard.

- But I don't know how to fight.
- Sh.

Courage.

- No!
- Poor thing, poor little Gwendoline.

- I saw the whole fight.

It was splendid.

Unbelievable, outstanding.

- Please, will you be quiet, D'Arcy?
- Too bad for you.

- Willard, she was hopeless,
totally without class.

Don't think about her any more.
You'll barely miss her.

- You don't understand anything.
You're dead already.

You're a coward, you
don't know how to feel.

You don't know how to
tell someone I love you.

- I leave that to losers, as you'd say.
- Yeah, well then I must be a loser,

because I've lost everything, everything.

And you'll get nothing from me,
you small-time queen. Nothing.

- D'Arcy, you may not laugh.
- Yes, superb, you're superb.

- I'll bring your ugly
mountain down on top of you.

I'll kill you, you small-time queen.

- D'Arcy, prepare this young lady
and the others for the contest.

Naturally, I want everything perfect.

Oh, Gwendoline.
Farewell, my pretty.

(speaking in foreign language)

- All of those girls have
been in combat training.

You haven't got a chance.

Give up the idea of fighting.
Come with me.

I'll blow up the city and
we'll escape together.

If not, the queen will kill you.
And this time, she won't hesitate.

- You killed my father.

You grovel in front of her.

You're a despicable man.

- Superb.

She was superb.

She drove all the men wild.

I was just a humble physicist
who had nothing at all.

I wanted her so badly.

To win her, I gave up
everything to go looking

for her famous Pikaho.

And there she took advantage
of my love for her,

and turned me into what I am today.

She forced me to do things

which are forbidden by the laws of nature.

But now that I'm capable of controlling
the energy in the volcano,

then I can unleash the
fury of its entrails.

I can dominate the queen.

I'll take her and crush her
in one of her own horrible machines.

I'll go back to a world of normal humans,

where wealth gives you
another kind of power.

- Go ahead.
What are you waiting for?

- Courage.
Gwendoline, you're my courage.

Forget this nightmare,
forget the butterfly.

Don't touch me.

You see those.

They're all linked up to my machinery.

And when I push that
button,

the lava will give me its fortune,

and when I push that other one,
the Earth will close up again,

and then the mysterious legend
will be truly a legend.

Come with me, and I can--
- You make me sick.

- You could have knocked
before you came in.

- Here's your knock for you.

This was wandering about.

Do something original with her.

- Gargoyle.

- Beg your pardon?
- Superb, you're superb.

- Good boy.

- What are you waiting for?

- What have you done with Willard, D'Arcy?
- You'll see.

- Oh, not bad, D'Arcy.
Not bad at all.

- Cut away.
(majestic music)

- Oh, naughty canary.

These girls are going to battle

over your favors and their
comeback, without rules.

The winner will be yours.

Do us the honor of giving
the starting signal.

(spitting)
(laughing)

- Go on.

- This one won't make it.
Will she, Willard?

- I'd love to be down
in that arena with you.

- Ah.

- Let's bet on 'em, Willard.
Choose the color.

- I don't give a fig about your bets...

and to show you what a fool you are...

I'll bet on the loser, 'cause
I think she's gonna win.

- You're making a big mistake.

You'll lose your bet, Willard.
The green one is already in trouble.

- I'll kill you, anyway.

- You are too optimistic.
It's most annoying.

- Oh, you're trembling, afraid.
Who are you?

Take off your helmet so the queen can see
your face before you die.

- No.

- Bastard, stop this massacre.

- The queen's will is
the will of the queen.

- Anyway, this is boring.
I'm not at all amused.

- That's your loss.

But all you want is violence.

That will defeat you.

- I must say, I hope you have something

more original and picturesque afterwards.

- It's quite classic, but
it's your type of thing.

You will see.

(gongs crashing)

- Who are these butterflies?

- Surprise...

- Beth.
- Don't say anything, I'll protect you.

I promise you'll win.
You must win.

- [Gwendoline] But Beth,
I don't want you involved.

- Too late.
It's the two of us now..

We're gonna win.
- Beth, I don't--

- Be careful, alright?

Careful!

- I can't go on.
- Yes, you can, you have to.

We have no choice.

- Come over, come here.

- Your luck is turning...

- Green one is superb.
- No.

- I mean, the yellow one is superb.

- She's going to die.

(yelling)

(gasping)

- You won the bet and you
won the girl, so what?

Tonight, we'll see what
kind of a champion you are.

On your feet.

Now take off her mask.

- Let her wear it 'til the ceremony.

The suspense is greater that way.

- Oh, not bad, D'Arcy.
You're getting more creative.

- I know how fond you are of surprises.

- Psst.

- Beth, are you crazy?
You're risking your life.

- That's not important.

I wanted to see you one last time.

You were wonderful.

I'll never forget you.

I don't know what's going to happen to me,

but I'll try to be as strong as you are.

I wish I could do something for you now.

- I'm scared.

- But you just have to find
Willard and you're free.

Oh, please.

Hey, come on.
It's not the moment to fall apart.

- I'm scared, Beth.
- Scared?

After what you've done.
- How do you make love to a man?

(chuckling)

- Oh listen, it's much easier to
make love than fight four warriors

with your hands tied behind your back.

- How?

- Remember that night with the Kiops?

Well, Willard,

no, well it's the same thing,

but not the same thing.
That is--

- I'm just afraid I'm
gonna do everything wrong.

- Put on your helmet, quick.

- Gwendoline, you don't stand a chance.

The queen will see through your
disguise and have you killed.

- I can win.

If you have any feelings for me.

- You doubt me?

I'm here to take you away with me.

You'll be free.

- You've always betrayed everybody.

Why don't you just leave me alone?

Whatever you say, it's obvious

you're not going anywhere
without your diamonds.

- Right now my butterflies are flying off.

I've set the machine going.

I'll make you the
world's wealthiest woman.

You'll have everything you want.

- The diamonds of Pikaho will
never make me forget Pikaho. Never.

- Gwendoline, I beg you.
Just let me love you.

- Forget it. There is
nothing I can do for you.

- She tried to destroy me.

But even so, I am capable of love.

I have feelings and
desires like other men.

- Please leave me alone.

- Come with me, Gwendoline, please,

or I'll tell the queen every--
- Pervy old man.

- Now D'Arcy has disappeared.
I have to be everywhere at once.

- What is this masquerade?
You know, I'm sick of you.

You can't make love like everybody else.

No, you need to have whips,
and tortures, and battles.

You know, there's something
really sick in your brain.

Hey, why don't you come down here

and let me squeeze your head,
and let that shit run out, okay?

- There's no need for vulgarity.

You can save your criticism for later

when you may need it more.

- You are the queen of fools.

I'm not gonna make love with anybody.

- Knowing your uncooperative nature,
I was prepared for that.

- You know you can't make
me rise to the occasion.

- Oh, I haven't trained specialists
all these years for nothing.

- You're sick.

I am afraid I haven't told you
the most important thing, Willard.

You're doing fine, girls. Don't stop.

Looks like it's starting to take effect.

The time has finally come, Willard,
to reveal why D'Arcy giggles.

Any man who is allowed to make love
in my kingdom only does it once.

When he's finished, he must die.

That's the law of Pikaho.

- No.
- Let her in.

- No.

Oh no, no.

No, no, no.

- I'll make you the
richest woman in the world.

- Stupid creep.

- No, wait a second, I
have something to tell you.

- Go on.
- But can't you untie me?

- I'm listening.
- I've set it going.

I've pushed the button.
It's too late to stop the procedure.

No one will have the diamonds.
The volcano will block up the entrance,

and all of you will be destroyed.

There will be nothing left but the desert.

Pikaho will return to legend forever.
- Well how much longer is there?

- No, no.
(suspenseful music)

No.

- Willard.

- Gwendoline?
(gentle music)

- What did he say?

- Yes.
- [Willard] Gwendoline.

- Gwendoline, oh, yeah.

- Yes.

- Let's go, let's go.

Oh, what an idiot that D'Arcy is.

I don't see a thing.

But that's never been part of the act.

(moaning)
(rumbling)

Oh, but what is that moron Darcy up to?
This is dreadful.

That'll be enough of that.
Take off your mask.

Willard must see the face of
his exterminator, quickly.

(laughing)
(majestic music)

No.

(grunting)

- Gwendoline has broken your power,

and now the mountain
is seeking its revenge.

(crumbling)
You will die.

- You lost everything, you gargoyle.

- Willard! Gwendoline!

(laughing)

D'Arcy freed the volcano.

Everything is going to blow.

Hurry, hurry.
- She is really crazy.

Queen of fools!

I am the queen, I am the queen.
(rumbling)

- Get back!.

Come on! Quick!

(screeching)
(yelling)

- This way.
(sparking)

- Let's run.
- You go run, I'll catch up.

- Don't go in there, it's blowing up.

- We've had enough bad memories here.
I'm getting some good ones.

- Don't be another D'Arcy, goddamnit.

Forget your diamonds.

- Willard, Willard,

Willard, Willard.
- Gwendoline.

- No.

Willard.

(suspenseful music)

Come on.

(rumbling and sparking)

(screaming)

It's this way.

Be careful.

Willard.

Willard.
(banging)

Hurry, hurry.
(crashing)

(thunder rumbling)

- It can't be true.

Willard?

Willard.

- Stop.
(gasping)

You still owe me 2,000 dollars.

- Butterfly.
(rhythmic chanting)