Anaconda

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- Miss Flores.

- Professor. When did you get in?

A couple of days ago. l've been out

asking about our tribe.

- Any luck?

- The evidence is they're out there.

And can be found ...

or so l told the grant people!

My guide thinks they're here.

He found one of their markers.

- That's good!

- l think we have a chance.

- Get me there, and l'll shoot it.

- That's why I hired you.

- l appreciate the work.

- l wanted the best director.

l think we'll make a good team.

You're a mess. What happened?

Just a small piranha attack.

l barely escaped with my life.

- Somebody's up awfully early.

- Well, today's a good day.

Not every day my home girl

gets to direct a documentary.

- You ready?

- l think so.

- Congratulations.

- Thanks.

ls this a pleasure cruise?

You know me.

l don't mix business with pleasure.

lf we go up through here ..?

This way better.

lf not, l cannot be responsible.

Well, it's only 55 kilometers more.

Better safe than sorry.

- Mateo, you understand me?

- Sure.

- l need some shots over there.

- As you say, cheffe .

- Where's Westridge? He checked in.

- Probably getting his beauty sleep.

Careful!

Careful! Bordeaux!

Fragile. Expensive wine.

- Christ! Good morning.

- Morning. How was your flight?

Actually, it was a bloody nightmare.

Ongoing, l think.

- One zoom lens ...

- You! Stow this in my room.

l'm the production manager.

- Then manage them into my room!

- One pompous ass ...

ln some cultures, asking you

to carry bags shows respect.

Respect this!

Terri Flores.

l've seen some of your films.

They were ... promising.

- lt's hot! Are we on the equator?

- Welcome aboard ... l guess.

- He likes you!

- You felt that too?

lt's Jacques Cousteau!

- Joinez-moi avec mon equipe ...

- Whatever the hell that means ...

Ready for Rio Negro!

Everybody! Check your gear and

pray you remembered bug spray.

Our adventure begins 1,000 miles

from the mouth of the Amazon.

From here, we travel

unexplored backwaters -

- in search of the Mist People,

the Shirishama.

On of the last mysteries

of the Rain Forest.

ls it just me,

or does the jungle make you horny?

- l think it's the jungle.

- l've got one thing on my mind.

Can l work, please?

Help!

Save me! l'm stranded.

My boat is stranded in the ropes.

Help me!

There's a dude on a boat over there.

Pull over to his boat!

We'll bring you on board.

Thank the Lord for you!

- Are you okay?

- The roots tore off my propeller.

We can't take you back to Manaus.

At the next village, l know the

people. They will help me.

- l apologize for the trouble.

- There's no need.

We're all at the mercy of machines.

Yours broke.

Mateo, vamonos.

- Fish, river style!

- Not bad!

We should get that on film.

- Ever work in a sushi bar, Mr ..?

- Paul Sarone.

- Where are you from, Mr. Sarone?

- Paraguay.

l studied to be a priest.

But then l needed to see

the real world.

So l ended up in the jungle.

l seem to fit.

What does a failed priest do here?

Who says l failed?

l didn't fail.

So what is your calling now?

Snakes.

l catch them.

- For zoos and collectors.

- Poaching?

Poaching is illegal.

What are you hunting?

We're not hunting anything.

We're making a documentary

on the Shirishama lndians.

- The People of the Mist?

- You know of them?

- l've seen them.

- Could you show me where?

You saved my life. l can show you

exactly where l saw them.

So slurs every river rat after

five whiskies in any Manaus bar.

Five whiskies?

That's breakfast on the river.

Does salad go well

with fish river style?

Salad would be perfect,

little baby bird.

Look at that.

Are they fireflies?

Pretty, huh?

Family Lampyridae.

They use their night flashes to

announce that they're ready to mate.

- Who flashes? Males or females?

- Both, actually.

The females with short,

dainty, feminine flashes, -

- and the males with long,

drawn-out, manly flashes.

l like that. No pick-up lines,

no misunderstandings.

Just instinct and nature.

l've missed you.

Bloody racket!

Hey! Don't touch my radio!

l could cheerfully hire someone

to kill you.

- 15 dollars should cover it.

- l could just kill you for free.

- You and whose army?

- Your mama's!

Are we getting close?

- Just around this bend.

- Perfect.

A snake totem pole.

lt's the Shirishama's.

They worship giant snakes.

Anacondas. As gods and protectors.

They have a legend

of a journey to a sacred lake.

First you pass a waterfall

with warrior snakes.

Then you travel through the land

of the Shirishama, -

- until you come to a wall so high,

it blots out the sky ...

Then after five days, you reach

the head of a giant anaconda.

- You know the story.

- A beautiful legend ...

... of the Maku.

- Also the Shirishama.

- Not to my knowledge.

Their village was right here.

They're down this fork.

- l know. l trap snakes.

- And l'm sure you're good at it.

l locate tribes.

l'm very good at that.

The water is high,

so this side is flooded.

So our tribe would seek

higher ground over here.

- Which way?

- This way.

l want a shot of you with the totem.

Gary, roll sound.

Camera rolling.

Our first piece of luck:

a Shirishama idol.

l know what l know.

Leave me at the next village.

With pleasure.

What the hell was that all about?

- We'll go get some wild sound.

- Just be careful.

See you guys.

Gary ...

lt's unbelievable.

- Gary ...

- What?

Oh my God!

Wait.

Do you hear that?

The silence.

- What was that?

- l don't know.

Mateo, shine the light over there.

These two are fortunate to be alive.

- What happened?

- You should have seen it!

He just blasted this thing

coming right at us.

Wild boar. Gores with his tusks.

Goes for the eyes.

- Denise, are you okay?

- Yeah, thanks.

- Everybody stays on board at night.

- That's a smart idea.

Mateo, let's cut him up.

Food for a week.

Food?

- My turn?

- lt's my turn.

Mateo,

do you have control of this vessel?

Lie, if you must.

The rope's caught in the propeller.

l'll cut us loose.

Let me.

This river can kill you 1,000 ways.

l can handle it. The only thing

l'm afraid of is the candiru acu .

lt's a tiny little catfish.

lt swims up into your urethra, -

- spreads its little spines

and refuses to budge.

- You have to cut it out.

- That's it! l'm going back to L.A.

Terri, something's wrong!

Cale?

- He's hurt. l'm going.

- Hold up!

Hurry up!

ls he breathing?

Faster, come on!

Hurry!

What is it?

Careful.

- Get something for his head.

- He's not breathing.

ln his mouth.

- Oh my God!

- Damn! What's that?

A wasp.

Deadly. Poisonous.

He's not breathing.

What do we do?

- How did this happen?

- Alcohol.

l've got whiskey in my flask.

- Quickly.

- What's that for?

- He's breathing!

- That's it. He'll be all right.

- He seems okay, we should go now.

- The radio don't work.

- l can't fix, okay?

- We can start now.

No ... fog.

We must get him to hospital soon,

or he'll die.

What?

Terri, we got lights.

Good.

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