Paese del sesso selvaggio, Il (The Man from the Deep River) Page #2

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of tall huts that reach the sky...

The streets are made of hard

earth and there are lots of cars...

Cars? - Yes, there're carts that make

noise... But this is too hard for you.

Once more:
Repeat.

London... Woman... Man... Baby...

Our baby!

What happened?

Cannibals... The Kuru...

Don't move.

Bradley... my head... such pain

inside... I can't see anymore...

Thai! Take her to the village.

She's ill. Hurry! Come with me...

Let's go! Quick!

Prepare to die! Your tongue! Hold still!

Thai... Bradley... Where are you?

I'm here, Maray. How do you feel?

My eyes... It hurts inside...

Don't be afraid. You're

weak... It's just a condition...

You're due in just a little while...

It's all dark! I can't see anything anymore!

Don't worry. You're just tired...

you'll feel better tomorrow.

Sleep... Don't think about anything...

I'm here nearby... I won't leave you.

Hurry! We don't have much time!

I have to make it, Taima. I

have to reach a large city...

It's the only way to save her.

When you arrive great river... Follow

current south... You will find village.

Hurry, go.

I thank you with all my heart, Taima.

No! Don't kill me!

On your knees! You must die! Kill her!

It's not your decision. I'm the

one who makes the decisions.

No, have pity... I beg you to

let me live... No, I beg you...

Are you tired?

No, I'm fine.

Elephants! Hold on tight!

Let's land. It's no use anymore...

Capture them!

What's the river like? Tell me what you see.

There are children playing in the water...

There's Mihuan fishing from his boat.

Have the Marabu already flown away?

The last ones are flying away now.

Stay still... don't move. A white

butterfly's landed on your belly.

Is it still there?

Yes, it's there.

They're the last butterflies... The rains

are coming... and our son with them.

It was the last time I

brought Maray to the river.

She didn't get up again. Her illness got worse...

I was desperate. After the last

attempt to bring her to Bangkok...

I could no longer do anything

for her... The tribe didn't allow it.

Maray had to die.

Get out! You too... Out!

The baby... has to be born... My

head... feels so bad inside...

The labor is delayed... The baby

is suffering... What can we do?

Are you suffering a lot?

No... Don't worry...

There's a butterfly...

What color is it?

Black.

What's it mean?

Death!

What's our son like? -Beautiful.

He's beautiful like his mother.

We'll bring him to the river to fish... And

you'll play with him in the flowers...

You must take care of our son... The

spirit of death is carrying me away...

You'll get better. In a few days you'll

see our son with your own eyes.

I promise. We'll be happy together.

I'll be carried away by the wind... but

the wind will bring me back to you...

Please, help our people... They need you.

Father... I want to be united

with this man forever...

Come! There's no danger.

It's gone. Go back to work...

We must rebuild the village...

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