Treasure of the Amazon

Ah shit.

So it came to pass.

You fool.

All you had to do is ask for it, I woulda given it to ya.

Next time, it'll be your whole arm.

Nobody robs anything from me.

You fool!

- Stop the engine, stop the engine!

Oh shit, alligators!

Alligators!

Alligators!

There's a man overboard!

Stop the motor, stop the motor!

Stop the motor!

There's a man overboard.

Hey look!

I nailed that one.

You nailed that one?

It was my shot that got him, buddy!

Bullshit, it was my shot.

Hey!

Hey, pull any harder than that, Goddamn it!

Piranha.

We tried.

God be with him.

(shouts in foreign language)

I'm not gonna rob you,

but unless you move, you're gonna get wet.

One drop and you're dessert.

Your friend said I could have a drink.

Go ahead.

Thanks.

Yeah.

Who is that son of a bitch?

Gringo the Damned.

Or Gringo the Madman.

Nobody seems to know, really.

Lot of people think it was the whiskey.

But I know it's what happened in there.

He went into that jungle

with five of his friends looking for gold.

Six years later, he came back alone,

wild-eyed, mad, a man who didn't know his own name.

He was clutching to a bag of loot.

And he wouldn't let go.

What was inside the sack?

Gold?

No.

Five shrunken heads of his friends.

Shrunken, like that.

- What do you think, are we getting warm?

Maybe.

- We've been flying these jungles for six months

and all you can give me is a maybe?

I'm beginning to wonder if there's

any oil down there to begin with.

Lookie there!

What the hell are you doing?

Would you forget the damn bird?

We got a lot of jungle to cover.

- Coming in at four o'clock.

The invincible Red Baron on the tail

of the elusive Lone Eagle.

Oh, I got him!

One in the wing, one in the gut!

Total one more hit for the Red Baron.

I've got an idea!

No.

You haven't heard it yet.

Yeah, but I know your idea.

- Oh, this'll appeal to your spirit of adventure.

That I seriously doubt.

But let's hear it.

- If I cut off his tail with the prop, I win.

If I miss, you win.

What do I win?

- I'll back off, give you a clear field with Barbara.

Back off?

Why, you conceited bastard!

You know Barbara's my girl.

All right, burn her here, pal!

She was my idea in the first place.

Things change!

She and I have been getting the hots for each other.

Have you been making out

with my girl behind my back?

Woo hoo!

Shit!

Oh, what are you beefing about?

He got away, you won the bet.

Some bet!

I get to keep what was mine in the first place,

and damn near get killed in the process.

You think you can put her down right there?

I wanna take some samples.

Okay, here we go.

- Well, I've got a feeling that this is our lucky day.

If you say so, buddy.

This place looks like the lost continent.

- A guy makes a wrong turn in here

and he can forget it.

- One more time, what makes you think

that there's oil in a place like this?

- Look, it's bubbling out all by itself

in Mexico and Venezuela, and it's here too!

Whoa!

You stupid son of a bitch!

Hi Pat!

This is a nice surprise.

- Communications equipment at camp is out again.

I came because I've got some news for the boys.

I'm afraid they're not here.

No big problem.

I'll just leave it with you, and I'll get going.

- Well, come up to the house, let me fix you a drink.

And you can tell me what's going on.

- I'd say, I could sure use one, kid.

But with the radio out, I got a lot of stops to make.

Okay, well, what's going on.

What's this big news you have?

- The company did not renew the contract,

and I've had orders to scrap the operation immediately.

You mean we can go home?

We can get out of this hell hole?

That's right, kid.

Of course, the boys will be paid

as per their contract

and if they want to they can continue

with the company in Venezuela.

- If they go, that trip they make without me.

I'm going back to air conditioning, TV, and dressing up.

This time I'm not gonna move.

So don't crowd me.

It makes me nervous and I start knocking things down.

Don't worry, my friend.

Just wanna talk.

I don't wanna talk.

I think you talk too much.

And here's a good place to get your tongue cut out.

All right, don't talk.

Just listen.

I know you'll be interested.

Here, have one of mine.

My name is Zafata, Pablo Zafata,

my friend is Jairo, Jairo Vicia.

He likes to think of himself as a Mexican.

But he's a Chicano.

An American, just like you and me.

We found out that you're into shafting the natives.

Well, let's say that you trade, you get along with them.

We've got some good bucks.

We need to hire a couple of them.

We need some guys.

We'll tell them we're going hunting,

but what we're hunting for is gonna be our secret.

Your secret, huh?

You got gold written all over you.

Let me tell you something, pal.

The only thing you're gonna get out of that jungle

is a long walk through hell.

Long and slow.

- Hey friend, how about another drink?

Shit.

- Well, let me fill you in, Gringo.

We've been working mines together

in Montana and Colorado, we're experts.

Yeah.