All language subtitles for The Further Adventures of Tennessee Buck 1988 DVDRip x264

Honey!

Honey!

Kenneth, when we get back
to the States,

remind me to strangle
our travel agent.

-Baby...
-Barbara.

Right, look,
this is first class.

Most people go
to the back country by truck.

Honey, look at that.

More hunting talk.

I thought
we were on our honeymoon.

Honey, listen,
when I bag you that white tiger,

you're gonna be
the envy of our whole gang.

You mean the envy of your gang.

My gang hunts at Bloomingdale's.

Honey, relax. Meyer's taken care
of everything.

He's outfitted some of
the finest safaris in the world.

Hemingway was a guest
at his lodge,

and as far as guides go,

Meyer's promised us the best,
the most experienced,

the most cunning guide
in the whole jungle.

Sinaga... Sinaga!

Under your pillow.

Oh.

Bwana, Bwana,
Buck's boat is here.

-Oh, he's here.
-He is, come on.

What is going on?

Let him go.

Pay the man.

How the hell did I get
into this again?

Remember last week?

That lady.

No.

Oh, yeah.

Che, sorry, honey.

I guess she was worth it.

Do yourself a favor, Sinaga.

Get over to Meyer and get
yourself a bet down on him.

Then who's going to bet on you?

What was your name again?

Argo!

Uh-huh, isn't that
a restaurant on the corner

of Columbus and San--

Shit.

Sinaga!

Thank you.
I ought to learn how to land.

How does Chuck Norris land?

Magnificent, Buck, Buck.
Oh, I'm so proud of you.

Bravo! I never doubted
you for a moment, Buck.

Yeah, right, right, right.

Buck, I've taken the liberty,

Buck, of looking over
your croc hides.

Quite acceptable.

Acceptable?

Those are the best crocs
you've seen all year.

- How much?
- Three thousand.

I'm pleased to hear
the jungle hasn't dulled

your sense of the... absurd.

Fifteen hundred.

Americans, such competitors.

Make it 22 in honor
of our longstanding friendship.

Make it 25,
and you clear my bar tab.

Oh, Buck, I wish I had
more time for this sport.

Perhaps one day
we will continue negotiations

on your amulet.

I told, you it's not for sale.

And now, if you'll excuse me,

I must go meet the boat.

I'm expecting a couple
for an extended safari.

Don't worry, Meyer,
I won't scare off your pigeons.

Maki!

Maki?

Yeah, pet name.

I think I'll go enjoy
the spoils of victory.

Wave, wave, come on.
Smile! Over here!

Wave, wave.

This is great!

Mr. and Mrs. Manchester.

-Mr. Meyer, I presume?
-Oh, Wolfgang Meyer.

-Ken.
-Kenneth.

And you must be baby.

-Barbara.
-Barbara.

Welcome, welcome.

My father spoke of you often.

Oh, yes, I remember him well.

He was quite a sportsman,
your father.

He was.

Oh, let me introduce you
to your guide.

Hali, this are Ken and Baby.

-Hi.
-Nice to see you.

We'll have good luck.
I guarantee it.

That's great. I've done
a lot of bragging Stateside,

and sure don't want to go
back home with egg on my face.

-Egg? On your face?
-Yeah!

I'm sure you won't be
disappointed.

Perhaps you'd like
to freshen up a bit.

Yes.

Well, you'll find the hotel
fully equipped

and the staff
most eager to please.

Wonderful.
It reminds me of Lacoste.

Hey, be careful, you idiot!

Minus ten points.

I'm sorry,
this will be corrected.

Yeah, see that it is.

Jesus, that's gotta hurt.

I can assure you,
this will not happen again.

I bet.

I know, I know.

I know. Don't worry.

Smile, baby, smile.

That a girl.

Who shot it?

You!

That was the most fantastic shot

-I've ever seen.
-Thank you.

How did you get the bullet
so perfectly in the brain pan?

He's got a lucky amulet.

Right.

Wait a minute,
wait just a gosh darn minute.

What?

-You're Buck Malone.
-Yeah.

Holy Geez.

I saw you speak
at the Explorer's Club

in San Francisco.
I'm Ken Manchester.

My father's Stewart Manchester,
you gotta remember him.

Your wife looks like
she's having it pretty rough.

You better check on her,
I think.

Oh!

All right, all right, all right,
all right, all right.

So much for his promise
of good luck.

Oh, that's cold.

Buck, my friend, that was
some of the finest shooting

I've seen in a long time.

-You're under arrest.
-What?

Killing an animal
within village boundaries.

The owner wants to file charges.

I saved this woman's life.

As village Magistrate,
I'm afraid I'll have to insist.

Oh, bullshit!

But as the village Governor,

I'm awarding you
the medallion of bravery.

I'll bring it over the stockade.

Thanks a lot.

Don't mention it.

Nice to meet you, folks.

You call this a vacation?

Thank God
I brought my Neutrogena.

You can't say it's not exciting.

So is a train wreck.

Come on, nothing happened.

Oh, no, just a beating,
a dead local,

an elephant rampage.

And our guide,
he seemed so sweet.

Where are we gonna get
another one?

That's Meyer's problem.

- What are you doing?
- Nothing, honey.

Who was that guy?

The one that shot the elephant.

That guy is Buck Malone.

Tennessee Buck.

Probably the greatest hunter
in the world.

He looked a little run down,
though.

The booze
probably finally got him.

Didn't seem to bother
his shooting.

What do you think
is gonna happen to him?

Hey, I've seen
this sort of thing before.

They're all pirates.

Probably just sort it out
amongst themselves.

Meanwhile...

I'm stranded...

at the Bamboo Hilton...

All alone...

Soapy.

-I wonder if he'd do it.
-Do what?

Buck Malone'd make
a great guide.

I'm sure Meyer can find
a better replacement

than some washed-out rummy.

I mean, why not?
He knows the country.

He knows the danger.

Man, what a coup
it'd be back at the lodge

when they hear about this.

I can almost taste the danger,

and there's one thing
about danger...

What?

It turns...

me...

on.

Kenneth...

you animal.

Sinaga, the way to a man's heart
is through his liver.

-All right, now, Buck,

now that you've had the night
to think about it...

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Okay, what's this justice
gonna cost me?

I got a good deal for you.
Only five thousand.

You know I don't have
that kind of money.

I don't believe
you've taken into account

all of your possessions.

I'm sure it would be more
than enough to cover the bill.

I told you, it's not for sale.

At the expense of a work camp?

Oh, come on now, Buck,
don't be a fool.

Good morning, all.
Okay, you can open that up now.

Mr. Manchester,
what are you talking about?

I just came
to the bursar's office.

-This man's lien's been paid.
- That's impossible.

No one in this village
has that kind of money.

Well, I do.

Now, let him out.

Mr. Malone, I paid your lien.
Now that you're a free man,

how'd you like to guide us
through the jungle?

Mr. Manchester,
you can't do this.

I mean, this is mostly unusual.

I'm the one
who arranged your safari.

I'm sure I can find you
a suitable new guide.

Yes, but why bother
when I'm looking

at the best in the world?

Well, Mr. Malone?

I didn't ask you to pay my lien.

I paid your lien in hopes
that you would want to join us.

Hope you consider it.

Get this straight, buddy.

We're talking cannibal country.

They kill you,
then they eat you.

You're in constant danger
of becoming lunch.

Oh, I don't think so.
Not with you.

He paid your lien, Buck.

A gentleman would always repay
such kindness.

There you go
with that gentleman shit again.

It might be fun.

All right, Mr. Manchester,

-I get 250 a day.
-All right.

Sinaga comes along,
and you pay for the rum.

For an opportunity like this,

anything you want
is fine with me.

Be ready at dawn.

Oh, my God.

Kenneth.

Come on, pet, let's boogie.

Oh, here's to my clients,
the Hills, Holmby and Beverly.

This is the way to the disco,
isn't it?

Uh, just step over him,
honey.

Hello, Mr. Meyer, Buck,
can I buy you a drink?

-You already have.
-What?

A safari guide never buys his
own liquor, it's an old custom.

Watch it, Kenneth,
this guy looks like he'll drink

straight through
your trust fund.

She's such a wit.

Yoo hoo! Bucky!

My things!

-She's stolen my things!
-This is highly irregular.

These kind of people
have to be controlled.

Miss, you got to be flattered.

You look beautiful, baby.

I'll be right there.

Champagne.

-God, even in his sleep!

Hey, don't look at me like that
'cause I am not gonna leave.

Forget it,
you had him last night.

Ladies, there's no need
for anyone to quarrel,

there's no need
for anyone to fight.

There's enough of me to go
around tonight.

No, there's too much gear here.

-One trunk, that's it.
-Who do you think you are?

You're working for us, remember?

Look, Missy, unless you want
to walk 700 miles

in the roughest country
this side of Valdosta, Georgia,

I suggest you start listening
to me right now. You got it?

Look, there's only so much room
in the plane, honey.

You can make do.

Can't you?

Come on, be a sport.

Aha, aha, you see that?

I can't wear this with this.

"One trunk, Missy."

I have to pack a robe,
I'll take two.

I have to pack
something for Kenneth.

Oh, Tennessee Buck!

Do you mind?

Let's move out.

Take it up, Sinaga.

What kind of death trap is this?

Relax, we're ready to take off.

Remember to turn
your seat backs and tray tables

to their full, upright
and locked position.

There, you see?

Nothing to it.

Your compass isn't working!

Son of a bitch!

Don't sweat it, I know the way.

You call this
your great white hunter?

He did that on purpose!

You can smell
the jungle vegetation

even from this altitude.

Here on in
no signs of civilization,

no roads, no towns,
no airports, no nothing.

Tell us about Calpai.

Incredible wild game.

Some of the most beautiful
jungle streams and waterfalls

you've ever seen.

And then there's the Gyushi.

What's that?

Head hunters.

He's just trying to scare us.

It's Mr. Malone's idea
of a joke.

Gyushi are no joke, Missy,
they're real.

Have been since the Stone Age.

All they know
about the 20th Century

are the planes
that fly overhead.

They do believe
in eating human flesh

and shrinking human heads.

Let go now, we made it.

I'm sorry.

It's okay, you kept me awake
for the final approach.

Come on, Missy.

Think they're friendly?

-Buck, Buck.
-Yeah?

I thought you said
these were the good guys.

Oh, the skull?
It's a monkey skull.

Oh, my!

Sure, what do you think
you're eating?

Monkey mousse.

Ah, ah, ah!

Hey, Manchester.

Manchester.

Chief says that you and me
can have her tonight if we want.

What do you think, huh?

How about it, huh?

Oh, no. I couldn't.

-You sure?
- Yeah, but thanks anyway.

Oh, baby.

Oh, baby.

-Oh, baby...
-Barbara.

Right.

Baby?

-Kenneth?

Careful, Missy.

Most things around here
like to hunt at night.

Does that include
the head hunters?

Just over the second ridge.

You can't see it from here.

You mean they're there?

They're there, all right.

Sinaga says you lived with them.

Did you...?

Eat human flesh?

Yeah.

They call it long pig.

Actually, it's kind
of sweet tasting.

Sinaga says you can't be killed

while you're wearing
that amulet.

Sinaga talks too much.

Your, uh, party broke up early.

Just being courteous.

Lets the Chief think
he's a big man.

Isn't that what you do?

Is that
what you don't like about me?

Because I'm a beauty queen
who married a rich man?

Well, my husband gets
his money's worth every night,

more than his money's worth.

Which is more than you can say,

or you wouldn't be sitting
out here alone at midnight,

holding onto some goddamned
good luck medal.

You better pay your dues

before you start putting
other people down.

Man, you should've seen me
last night!

Oh, yeah?

Didn't sleep a wink, huh?

Oh, no.

You know, back at the lodge

we say that a man's gun
is an extension of himself.

Now, this...
this is my little baby.

.600 Nitro Express.

It could stop a freight train.

Little too much stopping power
for me.

Oh, come on, how can you have
too much power?

Well, the kick'd knock

your second
and third shots high.

Could knock the ammo
right out of the breech.

Ammo... breech.

There must be something
more exciting to talk about

than guns.

Yeah, we could talk about that
branch you're waving around,

makes poison ivy
look like crabgrass.

Damn tricky those hammocks.

Hope you shoot better
than you sleep.

Load up.

My pleasure.

Why don't we put
a little wager on?

You know,
to keep things interesting.

You're drunk!

I wouldn't want
to take advantage of you.

I always find, Mr. Manchester,
that a man usually says,

"I don't want to take advantage
of you" just before he does.

Will a thousand do?

Let's make it two.

Ready when you are.

Sinaga,
get us a couple of beers.

Yes, sir!

Okay.

Sinaga will throw a can up
in the air,

you see how many holes
you can put in it, all right?

Me shooting against Buck Malone.

Somebody pinch me.

That was wonderful, Kenneth.

Not bad.

I guess you lost.

Oh, yeah?

How can anyone shoot like that?

-And when they've been drinking.
-It takes a lot of practice.

Four or five hours a day,
seven days a week.

You practice shoot that much?

No, I drink that much.

Okay, boys, no tiger today.

Let's go, let's go.

Why don't you get a dog?

Can we go home now?

Missy, I'd prefer if you'd stay
with the group.

I want to go home.

Just relax.

Don't worry,
it's not a poisonous variety.

At least, I don't think so.

Mr. Buck!

Mr. Buck!

-What's he saying?

Oh, he spotted your tiger
five miles over the Odia gorge.

That's great!

-Did you hear that, baby?
-Barbara.

They're gonna drive the tiger
to us.

Come on.

Okay, honey,
just follow them down

-and use the trees for balance.
- Careful now.

- Just ease your way down.
- Toss me your gun.

Here you go, slide, slide.
There you go.

Okay, here I come.

You're all right?

Right as rain.

Sinaga.

Bleh!

Gyushi.

You guys are afraid
of a little piece of shit?

How can he tell what kind
of crap that is anyway?

Sinaga can tell you if they ate
arms or legs for breakfast.

The Gyushi eat people,

and it looks like they've
expanded their territory.

I suggest we get out of here
while we still got our heads.

Head hunters?

Oh!

Oh!

- Help.

Hey! Hey!

You got to get us out of here.

Tell them I'm rich.
Yeah, yeah, tell them I'm rich.

Tell them I'll get them
anything they want.

Like what, Ken?
A really bitchin' Vet?

We still have a chance
of getting out of here.

They believe that to cannibalize
an enemy gives one power.

You mean they're going
to eat them?

-Yeah.

But when it comes to white skin,

they got a little spooked,
so act brave, it shakes them up.

If they think you have
any power, any power at all,

they might not kill you.

-What are they saying?
-Hey!

-Where are they taking her?
-What?

Where are they taking her?

Calm down, I don't think
they're gonna kill her... now.

Take it easy, Manchester.

It's a Rolex.

I hope you said something good.

I told him you were a powerful
man. Now, act that way.

My feet!

You mean... you mean I'm free?

I can go?

-Yeah.

-They're gonna hunt you.
-What?

It's their sport.

It's called a bloodhunt.

Fortunately for you,
I've goaded them

into sending Sinaga with you.

You listen to him
and do exactly like he says,

you just might make it.

I'll make it and I'll be back.

I'll be back and...

and I'll get help,
a lot of it, I promise.

-Take care of him.
-Yes, sir.

Excuse me.

Hey, hey. Stop!

Hey, boy,
get your ass over here!

You see
the color of my skin, huh?

I'm the boss!

But that's not
the right way, sir.

Rambo!

Mr. Manchester, not this way!

Look out!

Sinaga, get up.

What do you want?

Come on, you son of a bitch.

I'm too old for this.

It's really unfair.

All right, you fuck.

Huh?

-Sh.

What are you doing?

Just leaving a little message.

Why did you let him go?

If they're afraid of us,
it might just split' them up.

Besides, now I know they're
tracking us like a tiger.

Two flanking units
and one up the middle.

They know we're headed
for the lagoon.

Is there a quick way
to get there?

Yeah, by moving our ass.

-Ouch!
-What happened?

I spend my life in heels,

I turn my ankle
walking barefoot.

Come on.

Which one is it?

This one.

Right there?

Do you think
they're still out there?

Oh, yeah, the Chief
won't give up until I'm dead...

or he is.

This thing you wear
really isn't you.

There must be some kind of story
behind this.

Several years ago, when I was
still guiding the hunts,

I was flying over this island.

I got developed engine problems
and I had to crash land.

My wife and son were killed.

Anyway,
I wandered in the jungle for...

must have been days.

The head hunters found me,
the Gyushi.

They've been tracking me
since the crash.

They thought
I was some kind of god.

Come on, you're gonna have
to put your weight on this.

We got to push on, come on.

Just lean on me, okay?

Take it easy.

I lived with these people
for about three years,

hunted with them,
fished with them,

helped them kill their enemies.

One day, we were attacked
by the Warami tribe,

and I saved the life of the old
Chief's wife and young son,

whom you now know very well.

You mean you saved
that bastard's life?

Yeah, anyway, the old
Chief gave me this amulet

out of gratitude.

Sealed it on me
in a fire ceremony.

Said as long as I have it on,
nothing could harm me.

The young Chief
really wants this amulet,

but he can't take it from me
as long as I'm alive.

Either I have to give it to him,

or he has to take it off
my dead body.

The river's near,
I can smell it.

Good.

Something's biting me!

-Fire ants!
-Get them off!

Come on.

Calm down, calm down, calm down!

The adrenalin
just makes it worse.

Come on, relax. Relax.

You gotta relax,
stop shaking, just relax.

Better?

Feels like lit cigarettes
all over you, huh?

Yeah.

Just relax.

We have to get that out
right now.

Just do it!

Ouch.

That wasn't in very deep.

It didn't have to be.

What do you mean?

The tip was poisoned.

Curare.

I'm gonna have to...

Holy shit.

Oh, my God.

Oh, God, no!

-Are you all right?
-Yeah. Are you okay?

Yeah. That's my snuff.

My last one.

It'll dry out.

We're not too far
from the mouth of the river.

We can walk from there.
Can you make it?

Yeah.

Shit!

Okay, try it.

-Try it again!

-Again!
-Come on, come on!

Come on, come on!

Buck.

Oh, my God.

I don't know
how to drive the plane.

The son of a bitch is hanging
onto the plane.

Don't you hate it
when people you don't like

always want to tag along?

All right.

It's just like you to show up
after the action is over.

About Mr. Manchester...

Forget it,
I know you tried your best.

You're turning back!

That's right.

You keep it.

I've enjoyed about all
the good luck I can stand.

Well, let's get
the hell out of here.