Subtitles by explosiveskull
(WAVES CRASHING)
(SEAGULLS CRYING)
(AMBIENT MUSIC)
(GUESTS CHATTERING)
You know the good stuffs inside.
Why don't you come on in and say hi to everyone?
Oh they're, they're not here for me.
They're here for you.
With their idle hands and empty pockets
looking for charity from the great Richard Davenport.
RICHARD: I see.
Hm, do you?
Where's Liz?
Johnny, look how big you've grown.
Last time I saw you you were my height.
So, so what's next now?
You gonna join your dad at uh, Davencorp?
Could be quite a legacy.
Well, I'm sure my father'd love
nothing more than to see that.
Hey, I just want him happy, you know.
That's the meaning of life, right?
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
It is.
See, I was taught that the meaning of life
was power and money.
I mean that's why you're all here isn't it?
Pretending to give a shit about me.
- Excuse me? - Hm.
Stop it.
Don't do this, John.
- Don't do what? - Don't do this.
Am I ruining your party?
This is for you, John.
Everything that I have ever done has been for you.
Is that what you told mom when you
neglected us for the sake of your company?
Why you failed to save her from her own depression?
Why you failed to save me from becoming
the one thing you promised her I wouldn't?
Yeah, what's that?
You.
(AMBIENT MUSIC) (SEAGULLS CRYING)
You have no idea.
And I hope you never find out.
(AMBIENT MUSIC)
(PHONE BEEPING)
(SEAGULLS CRYING)
(ENGINE REVVING)
("MOVE" BY ALMIGHTY GRIND)
♪ Oh, jump back in the rhythm again ♪
♪ This one here for sure is gonna win ♪
♪ You can't wait for this to ignite ♪
♪ We rock so hard and with all our might now ♪
♪ Just serving justice ♪
♪ All up in my mix now ♪
♪ Your mind as you tune into the almighty grind like ♪
♪ Unrest and unhappiness will unravel and ♪
♪ Come on, get down, down with the almighty grind ♪
♪ Grind, grind, grind ♪
♪ Get down with the almighty grind now ♪
♪ C'mon, get down, down with the almighty grind ♪
♪ Grind, grind, grind ♪
♪ Get down with the almighty grind now ♪
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
You said you weren't afraid of taking risks.
JOHN: Yeah.
Afraid to risk pain?
I feed on pain.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(GRUNTS)
(LEATHER STRETCHES)
(PHONE VIBRATES)
(RINGTONE)
(FIRE CRACKLES)
This is John.
Leave a message.
(VOICEMAIL BEEPS)
John.
This is Dad.
I uh, just wanted to say that I love you.
There's so many things that I wish
I could've done differently, John.
If I could do it, I'd do it all over again.
I've got a lot of regrets in my life, John.
But you aren't one of them.
(OMINOUS MUSIC) (WHIP SNAPS)
Don't let it consume you, John.
(WHIP SNAPS)
- Harder. - You can stop it, John.
(WHIP SNAPS)
Harder.
Don't let it torment you, John.
(WHIP SNAPS)
Harder.
But that last one drew blood.
I said harder, God dammit.
(BREATHS HEAVILY)
Don't let it consume you like it did me, John.
(WHIP SNAPS)
Don't let it win.
(OMINOUS MUSIC) (FIRE CRACKLING)
(SHELLS CLATTER) (BODY THUDS)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(PHONE BEEPS QUIETLY)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(SOLDIERS SHOUTING)
(GUNFIRE)
(SWORDS SCRAPE)
(COINS JINGLING)
(SEAGULLS CRYING)
(CAR HORNS HONKING)
Today we come together before God in grief
as we acknowledge the loss of Richard Davenport.
May the winds guide his spirit in peace.
John?
(SIGHS)
Liz.
I'm so sorry.
Yeah, me too.
He was a really great man, John.
And he loved you so much.
All I ever brought him was pain.
JACK: John.
Liz, this is Jack Harper,
and he's a long time family friend.
Hi.
Elizabeth Carlisle.
I've heard a lot about you, Elizabeth.
I'm pleased to finally meet you.
Though I wish it was under better circumstances.
Yeah, me too.
Uh, John, if you need a friend to talk to,
um, don't hesitate to call me.
Okay?
I'll see you.
It's good to meet you.
Same here.
How you holdin' up, John?
I feel like my life is out of control.
John, I know this really isn't the place to discuss this.
They're trying to bring in someone
from the studios to run Davencorp.
Sons of bitches, this is my father's company.
I know, I know.
You're my attorney.
Can't you do anything?
(SIGHS)
Look, it's complicated, John.
Honestly, your behavior this past year hasn't helped things.
They've ordered a psychological evaluation on you.
They think I'm insane.
Insane?
No.
Maybe overburdened.
You agree.
Look, I just need you to play along on this one, okay?
Yeah, right.
Thank you.
DR. MADISON: Hi, I'm Dr. Madison.
It's nice to meet you, Mr. Davenport.
Mr. Davenport was my father.
Call me John.
Oh, of course, John.
So, I presume you know why you're here today.
Yeah.
Now that my father's passed,
the board of my family's company
wants to prove I'm not mentally fit to run it.
And you are here to prove I'm insane.
That's a very critical outlook, John.
I'm simply here to evaluate your mental state.
Hm. Right.
Okay.
When you're by yourself in a quiet space,
what kinds of thoughts run through your head?
Peaceful fields, trees and mountains
babbling brooks.
You're not making this very easy.
I'm very sorry to inconvenience you.
You see, my father is dead
and my own company wants me exiled.
Only reason I'm here is 'cause
I care about the employees at Davencorp.
But you, you won't be satisfied
'til I give you something that
you can twist and bend and prove their case.
Get your pen ready, doc.
Every night I dream of people dying all around me,
of them being tortured to death.
I have daydreams so real that,
that they terrify me.
I hear people calling to me but
I can't understand what they're saying.
I see the pursuit of wealth and ungodly riches and,
and the neglect of human life that comes along with it.
I see madness, doctor.
John, this sounds like a self admission
that you're not fit to run a company
- that's... - No.
No, it's not.
It's a warning.
That neither you or the board
understand what they're dealing with.
Davencorp is my legacy.
It's in my bloodline.
It's my curse.
Curse?
You wouldn't understand.
DR. MADISON: All right, well,
we'll skip the preliminary questions.
I appreciate you listening to me, doctor.
I'm gonna take some time off from Davencorp.
(AMBIENT MUSIC)
JOHN VOICEOVER: Jack, this is John.
I wanna say thank you for everything you've done
for Davencorp, for me, and for my father.
The board will want answers for my actions.
You tell 'em whatever you like.
Tell 'em I'm the devil.
(AMBIENT MUSIC)
In yet another stunning development
the already troubled Davenport family,
Johnathan Davenport, heir apparent
to the media giant, Davencorp,
is being accused of forcing a young woman
to engage in explicit sadomasochistic sexual acts.
The timing of these allegations do not help
the already beleaguered Davencorp,
the media conglomerate who's business
holdings include television networks,
film and entertainment studies,
and internet providers,
is poised to become the largest media giant in the world.
The shocking suicide of Davencorp's CEO,
Richard Davenport, has left the company
potentially vulnerable to a hostile takeover.
Officials have not commented on the allegations
and Johnathan Davenport could not be reached for comment.
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
LIZ: Hey, John.
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
Can I come in?
LIZ: Yeah, uh, are you okay?
Yeah, I just needed someone to talk to.
Okay, do you want some coffee?
Uh, no, no.
Thanks, I'm fine.
Going somewhere?
Uh, yeah.
I'm actually going on a business trip.
So...
Uh, so, I saw the news about you and that girl.
Old habits die hard.
Yeah, and stupid habits harm you and others around you.
What are you doing, John?
I thought you stopped that shit after we broke up.
Are you gonna lose Davencorp?
Looks like it.
They uh, ordered a psych evaluation.
Shit.
Hey, uh, you wanna see something really cool?
Sure.
I think you'll really like it. Come here.
Look at these.
(LAUGHS SOFTLY)
They remind me of what you used to do in college.
So twisted, but so brilliant.
(LAUGHS SOFTLY)
They're fascinating.
Yeah.
Uh, his name's Jorge Escamilla.
One of my dad's business associates
sent me these from South America.
Apparently, he was somewhere in the Amazon
surrounded by a bunch of violent revolutionaries.
He's an absolute diamond in the rough.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
John?
(DEEP GROWLING)
John.
MALE VOICE: John!
We gotta find him.
Uh, yeah, that's why I'm leaving on Monday to go find him.
There's no we on this one, John.
- You're going alone? - Mm-hm.
Oh, Liz, that's way too dangerous.
Yeah, things get way outta control when we're together.
I have to do this alone.
Liz, I... (SIGHS)
I gotta figure out what the hell's goin' on in my head.
Something consumed my father.
And it's trying to do the same to me.
I'm not gonna figure anything out here
with everyone out for my blood or my money.
Well, shit, I wanna help you.
I really do, but I can lose everything
if I don't start selling again.
I know.
Liz, I need this.
(SIGHS SOFTLY)
I know this, uh,
I know this art dealer, Carlos,
who lives down there.
Um, he's actually helping me find Jorge
in exchange for owning the collection after the first run.
Um, I'll call him and see if
I can get your travel plans arranged.
- Oh my god, Liz, I love... - John, save it.
Save it for when you really mean it.
Fair enough.
Just please don't make me regret it.
I won't. I promise.
(GENTLE GUITARRON MUSIC)
(BIRDS CHITTERING) (INSECTS CHIRPING)
I hope your flight was good, Liz.
This is a very nice place.
You come at a good time of the year.
Welcome to Peru.
(GENTLE GUITARRON MUSIC) (ENGINE REVS)
This is so beautiful.
(LAUGHS SOFTLY)
(CREEPY AMBIANCE) (GENTLE GUITARRON MUSIC)
CARLOS: You will see in a minute
some of my best mercenaries.
Oh, there comes one.
LIZ: Who is that?
Carlotta.
She's my best mercenary.
She's very good at what she does.
She protects me, and she will protect you.
And she will help find your artist,
no matter where he's at.
If he were anywhere, I'd go anywhere to find him.
He's amazing.
(INSECTS CHIRPING)
("WISE MAN" BY ALMIGHTY GRIND)
♪ Ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ♪
♪ You can be a rich man ♪
Ah, this is my wife, Maria.
Maria!
Come greet our guests.
♪ And you'll shine through your wisdom ♪
♪ You can be a rich man ♪
♪ Worse off than a poor man ♪
♪ Just try to be an old man ♪
♪ And you'll shine through your wisdom ♪
♪ You can be a rich man ♪
♪ Worse off than a poor man ♪
You're so beautiful.
Thank you. (LAUGHS SOFTLY)
This is Elizabeth Carlisle,
the curator from Los Angeles
seeking Jorge Escamilla.
And this is Johnathon Davenport.
You're both very brave to come out here
at such a dangerous time.
Perhaps it's a little too dangerous
for an art collector to build his throne.
This house was actually built on the exact spot
where the Spanish Conquistadors had a fort.
Unfortunately, this is where many atrocious acts
were committed against the Incan empires in the name of God.
Inquisition.
Yes.
This was built to show what
human beings are capable of creating,
out of that, which was used to destroy.
(MOTORCYCLE RUMBLING)
GUARD: Carlos, Shiniki's here.
Who's Shiniki?
A shaman, or a witch doctor if you prefer.
He is my best contact in the jungle,
and the guide to your artist.
Ah. (CHUCKLES)
A witch doctor.
Sounds ominous.
(GENTLE GUITARRON MUSIC)
(RADIO CHATTERING)
(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE) Señor Volkov.
(GENTLE GUITARRON MUSIC)
Let me present Elizabeth Carlisle.
So lovely.
Ah, thank you.
And Johnathon Davenport.
Pleasure.
Nice to meet you, mi amigo.
We're seeking Jorge Escamilla.
Can you help us?
Jorge Escamilla?
I've heard of this man.
My tribe, they've talked about him.
He lives deep in rebel territory.
I do not want to risk going to the mountains
unless we're certain of finding him.
Señor, this information is good.
Seems that your artist is in the heart
of where the rebels run their cocaine.
Maybe it's best we'll let my men find him.
Oh, but Carlos, that's no fun.
It's much more dramatic if we can discover him,
fly him out of the country.
They'll help him with his career
and give me legitimacy in the art world.
Okay, then.
Tomorrow, you all go on your treasure hunt.
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
(OWL HOOTING)
RICHARD: I uh, I just wanted to say that I love you.
There's so many things that I wish
I could've done differently, John.
And if I could do it, I'd do it all over again.
LIZ: Hey.
Everything good?
Yeah.
LIZ: You sure?
Yeah. (COUGHS)
I'm sorry I crashed your little party.
Nah.
It's okay, you can't really help yourself sometimes.
(LAUGHS SOFTLY)
It's wonderful, isn't it?
Hey.
Is that the Southern Cross?
Yeah.
Ah. (LAUGHS SOFTLY)
Yeah, it's beautiful.
Liz.
Mm.
(SIGHS)
I am so sorry that I hurt you in the past.
- You don't... - John.
No, it, funny thing about the past is um,
you don't always know quite where you left it.
John.
John, it's fine.
(CRYING SOFTLY)
(SOMBER MUSIC)
- He tried to, he tried to... - John.
- John... - No, he tried to help me,
- but I... - Look at me.
I wasn't listening.
- And I wouldn't listen to you. - Stop, stop, John.
John, look at me.
You have a choice.
Okay?
You're fine.
(SOMBER MUSIC)
(SNIFFS)
Do this for your dad.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Do it for you.
(SOMBER MUSIC)
A gun for you, señor.
No, thanks.
I got my own.
Okay.
I don't get one?
If you're attacked and caught,
it is much better that they see you
as an object of desire, not a threat.
Your death will be simply that way.
Yeah, no shit.
There is 200 pounds in the back seat.
Make sure it finds the right home
while you're out there looking for fairytales.
(WIND WHISPERING)
(MOTORCYCLE RUMBLES)
(AMBIENT MUSIC)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
JORGE VOICEOVER: Let my people leave in peace,
the shaman pleaded.
But beasts cannot be lived when dragons walk the earth.
When dragons walk the earth.
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
(RAIN PATTERING)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(AMBIENT MUSIC)
(DISTANT SCREAMS)
How many more must I slaughter, shaman...
before I get my answer?
Where is the city of gold?
I will take you.
Take me?
Take me where?
El Dorado.
(CHUCKLES EVILLY)
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
(RAIN PATTERING)
SHAMAN: Run, but he will still follow you.
From our blood, war shall consume these lands.
May the gods poison your blood,
that infects you, your sons, and their sons
for generations to come.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Now there is only one.
But soon there will be none.
(FLIES BUZZING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(SWORDS CLANGING)
(SOLDIERS SHOUTING)
(BIRDS CHITTERING)
LIZ: Shiniki, how long until we reach Jorge?
SHINIKI: At this pace, we should reach him by tomorrow.
His temple is just past these mountains.
It's almost night, mi amigos.
Let's set up camp.
JOHN: Good. I gotta piss.
(ENGINE IDLES)
(INSECTS CHIRPING)
(PHONE BEEPS)
RICHARD: John, this is Dad.
I uh, I just wanted to say that I love you.
(MEN CHATTERING)
(ANIMALS CHITTERING)
(DISTANT SCREAMS)
Quiet.
LIZ: Shiniki, what is that?
SHINIKI: Listen. (distant screams)
LIZ: John.
- We stay here. - John!
- There's so many things - John.
that I wish I could've done differently, John.
- John, - if I could
- Thank God you're okay. - I'd do it all over again.
LIZ: Do you hear that?
- But you... - Liz, wait. (PHONE BEEPS)
Shit.
Liz!
Hey, bring them back, Vic.
Americans. (SCOFFS)
(FROGS CROAKING)
(SHOUTING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(DRAMATIC AMBIENT MUSIC)
- Liz! - Americans...
Will you hold on?
- John, he's saying help. - Stop!
We don't know what's down there.
- (SHOUTING FOREIGN LANGUAGE) - Vic: What are you doing!
JOHN: Liz!
(SHOUTING FOREIGN LANGUAGE) Liz, wait.
LIZ: John, shut up.
- Hey. - Don't get too close.
(SHOUTING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
LIZ: Hey.
VIC: Don't get close.
(BLADE SCRAPES)
- (GASPS) - John: No.
No, n-n-no-no.
- Get down, get down. - Do as, do as they say.
- Putting it down. - Drop the gun!
- Drop your gun! - John.
JOHN: Don't hurt her. (whimpers.
Okay.
Okay, okay.
(REBEL LEADER GROWLS)
(LIZ WHIMPERS)
John.
JOHN: Liz, it's okay.
- (WHIMPERS) - What do we do with them?
I get the girl first.
No.
- She's mine. - Stop it!
(WHIMPERS)
- Ow. - Stop it, you son of a bitch!
(CRYING)
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
(DISTANT SCREAMING)
(HEARTBEAT THUDDING)
(GUNSHOTS)
(MONKEYS SCREECHING)
(PANTING)
(ANIMALS CHITTERING)
(WOODPECKER PECKING)
(CRIES SOFTLY)
It's okay.
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
She okay?
Yeah, she's just a little shaken.
She'll be all right.
Carlotta, thanks for saving us.
It's what I'm paid to do.
You don't like me, do you?
I just do what I'm told.
If I were paid to kill you, I would.
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
John, this isn't safe.
Let's go back.
It's too dangerous to go back now.
We push forward.
Get in.
(PARROT SQUAWKING)
(ENGINE REVS)
(AMBIENT MUSIC)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(GENTLE GUITARRON MUSIC)
(CICADAS CHIRPING)
We're looking for Jorge Escamilla.
We've been expecting you, my friend.
(AMBIENT MUSIC) (CICADAS CHIRPING)
These ruins are where the Spanish Conquistadors had a fort.
Unfortunately, the committed several
atrocities against the Incans in the name of God.
The Inquisition.
Yes, the Inquisition.
(CICADAS CHIRPING)
Americans!
Esta bien.
(CICADAS CHIRPING)
What in the world?
MONK: Bones of our brothers who have passed on.
Señor Escamilla.
Si.
That is so beautiful.
Thank you, miss.
But it is far from finished.
Oh good, you speak english.
Uh, I am a long time admirer of your work,
eve though I've only seen a few examples.
It's amazing.
Thank you, miss.
Uh, please forgive me.
I'm Elizabeth Carlisle,
and this is Johnathon Davenport.
Pleased to meet you.
Pleased to meet you, Mr. Davenport.
Call me John.
And call me Liz.
Uh, Jorge, I own an art gallery in Los Angeles.
And John and I have come to Peru
for the sole reason that we admire your work greatly.
We wanna introduce you and your art to the world.
I am very flattered but,
I am just a simple carver.
I have had no formal education.
And that's why you're so special.
That's why your work is so fresh and exciting.
Where do you get your inspiration?
I have long been fascinated by the way
human beings treat those over whom they have power.
I get my inspiration from books on the Inquisition
and other records of human atrocities.
Your friend is looking at one of those books now.
(PAGES FLIPPING)
LIZ: John, don't be rude.
Come talk to Jorge.
Sorry.
That book...
It's very interesting.
Jorge, we can arrange for you
to have your own show in Los Angeles in a month
if you come back with us.
I'll make you famous.
I am not interested in fame.
But it's not just the fame, it's the fortune.
You could help your family with
the money that you'd earn.
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
I have not family.
You really got him now, Liz.
(DOOR CREAKS)
Jorge, wait.
(RAIN PATTERING)
Jorge, wait.
Please, miss.
I do not wish to discuss this further with you.
Jorge, what about your people?
You can now bring them out of poverty.
My wife and my children were killed
in front of my eyes by the revolutionaries, Del Luminoso.
My people did nothing to stop it.
Too consumed by their own fears.
Sorry, I didn't know that, Jorge.
You don't.
You also don't have any idea of the danger
you have put myself and your friends in by coming here.
Please, be gone by sunrise.
You are face-to-face with evil.
Who was he?
Francisco Palma Asturias.
A conquistador with the Inquisition against the Incas.
I feel as though I've seen him before.
Hm, I hope not.
He is the devil.
Is this man so much worse than the others
that call him the devil?
I don't know who you are,
and I don't know what you believe,
but I can sense something is wrong.
All I can tell you is this.
The heart of evil is selfish.
It's possible to become lost in your desires,
blind to the answers that lie before you.
(SOMBER MUSIC)
We're making a mistake staying here.
Those Americans won't leave without that artist.
Do they wanna leave without their artist
or without their lives?
(WIND WHISPERS)
I hope your shot is as sharp as your tongue.
We're not alone.
(GENTLE GUITARRON MUSIC)
What if we've come this entire way
and he doesn't wanna come back with us?
You realize that he's in huge danger here, right?
We could kidnap him.
John, I'm being serious.
Shiniki, he doesn't wanna come back with us.
Well, Americans selling visions of grandeur,
they have not had the best track record here.
Okay, so any advice.
Have you thought about kidnapping him?
I'm happy that you all seem to think this is a game.
Thank you.
American girls, my friend.
They're very determined.
You have no idea.
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
(KEYS CLICKING)
(FIRE CRACKLING)
FRANCISCO: John.
John.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
KIRA: Are you afraid to take risks?
(WHIP SNAPS)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(GRUNTS)
(SWORDS CLANGING)
Pizarro is a damned fool.
We've come so far for so little.
Pizarro has taken 24 tons of gold
and silver in the name of Spain.
That is good for the name of Spain,
but what about the name of Francisco Asturias?
You are jealous, my friend.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
That gold was taken on the blades of our swords.
And yet, we leave with no more than when we left Spain.
He has a point.
I have a wife and son in Spain.
They are sick of sprinkling herbs and spices
on the rats that they catch in my home.
So, what are you gonna do?
Steal from Pizarro?
(SIGHS DEEPLY)
(SWORDS SCRAPES)
I am not a thief.
(SWORD CLANKS)
I am a conqueror.
(GRUNTS)
I will take El Dorado.
(CHUCKLES)
You believe the native's lies?
Every lie starts with truth.
The both of you, you will help me find which it is.
And if we refuse?
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Oh, but you won't.
(CHUCKLES EVILLY)
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
Hey.
All right?
Yeah, I'm fine.
(CRICKETS CHIRPING) (THUNDER RUMBLING)
(ENGINES REVVING)
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
John?
John! (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(GUNSHOT)
John! (SHOUTING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
Jorge, we have to get you outta here.
I told you this is happening because you came here.
Focus.
She's not your enemy.
JOHN: Liz!
John, where were you?
(DOOR SLAMS OPEN)
(SHOUTING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
They stole our vehicles.
We're outnumbered.
- Which way outta here! - I know a back route.
I'll show you all.
Go!
I'll hold them off!
Go! All of you!
You are coming with us.
No, my friend.
We, we knew this.
You couldn't hide here forever.
Beware of John.
I've seen into his soul.
He's the one.
Go, go.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
Where are they?
Beyond your reach.
And will you do to me like you did
to the rest of his family?
No.
Worse.
(BLADE CUTTING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(MONK SCREAMS)
(GASPS SOFTLY)
(CLEARS THROAT)
My friend.
It is unwise for you to tread forward alone.
We can offer you protection.
With a group like this?
I suppose something will happen soon.
At the very least, one of them
will shoot himself in the foot.
(SIGHS)
It doesn't seem like you have much respect for us.
I respect real soldiers.
But I have seen mercenaries like you before.
Where I am going, you would be devoured whole.
Is that you what you think, artist?
It's what I know, butcher.
You wanna leave, then leave.
One less mouth to feed.
Let's go.
- (SIGHS) - Hey, Jorge.
Jorge, wait!
Haven't you Americans caused enough bloodshed?
We came here so what happened tonight
wouldn't happen to you.
Your story and your art needs
to be shared with the world, Jorge.
The dragon in your paintings...
Yes?
Why is it so prominent in your work?
It is the mark of Francisco Palma Asturias,
the Inquisitor.
You're honoring a madman?
What are we talking about?
Honor?
No.
Francisco Palma Asturias was one of the grand inquisitors
of the Incan people under Pizarro.
You are familiar with the history?
Not only did Asturias torture
and murder many of the Incan people,
but he also killed my father.
How is that possible?
That was centuries ago.
The soul of the living is passed on
to the next generation at death.
It is eternal, unbroken,
with a memory of past good and evil.
Passed on through the bloodline?
Yes.
Asturias befriended the shaman of my ancestral tribe,
a man who foolishly believed that Asturias
would spare his people if he give him what he desire.
But Asturias betray him, butchering his people
before turning his blade on the shaman himself.
The shaman use his last breath to put
a curse on Asturias's soul,
forever condemning his lineage to eternal torment.
What was it Asturias desired?
The location of El Dorado.
LIZ: The lost city of gold?
Well, that's what the Spaniards called it.
But it means much, much more than that.
Isn't that right, my friend?
El Dorado is a sacred place where
anything you wish will come to reality.
You guys can't possibly believe that.
Asturias believed in it,
enough to slaughter a nation.
Escamilla believes in it,
enough to pursue it for seven years.
Is this true, Jorge?
Do you know how it feels to
watch your loved one bleed to death in your arms,
powerless to save her as she whispers
your name in her dying breath?
Do you know the madness that plagues you
in the days, months, and years after?
If not, then you will never understand
the sacrifice that one is willing to make.
I cannot come to America with you.
We'll help you.
What?
We'll help you find El Dorado.
But you have to help her.
She came a long way to find you, Jorge.
Who are you, Johnathon Davenport?
Someone who also knows what it feels like to...
to be haunted by the death of a loved one.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
You are very persuasive.
I guess I have little to lose
except some of my independence, huh?
Oh my God.
Thank you, Jorge.
Oh.
I promise you won't regret this.
(LAUGHS SOFTLY)
I suggest that we keep this pursuit
of El Dorado a secret from our trigger happy friends, huh?
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(FIRE CRACKLING)
JORGE VOICEOVER: The dragon has returned my love,
for my revenge and your resurrection.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(MONKEY SCREECHING)
(MAN SCREAMING)
(DRAGON ROARING)
(CICADAS CHIRPING)
VIC: Kirk!
Rebels again?
Possibly.
John, I think that we should turn back.
No.
No way, I'm staying to help Jorge.
Help him what?
Find El Dorado?
VIC: Kirk!
It is useless.
There's no sign of the him.
It's possible he was eaten by a jaguar,
VIC: Kirk!
or a puma.
The jungle is very hungry.
Bullshit.
You and I both know this ain't no puma.
I've often wondered about how
paranoia sets in, before death.
VIC: Kirk!
Back to base!
(FLIES BUZZING) (OMINOUS MUSIC)
You and I both know that you
can't bring people back from the dead.
Yeah, but what if the dead can bring
themselves back through the living?
LIZ: What?
You know those nightmares I have?
- Yeah. - Becoming more and more clear
since I've gotten to Peru.
LIZ: What do you mean?
I feel like something's trying to warn me.
Warn you about what?
SHINIKI: Let's go!
(AMBIENT MUSIC)
(CICADAS CHIRPING)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
What are you gonna do?
CARLOTTA: Look at this.
I wanna help you.
Do you know what it takes to kill somebody, my friend?
I know what it takes to live.
John, what are you doing?
I'll be alright.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
REBEL: Oh, it's hot.
It's so hot.
Oh, it's caliente. (CAMERA CLICKS)
Ooh-hoo-hoo. (CHUCKLING)
Oh, that lucky.
(CHUCKLES)
(CAMERA CLICKS)
Very nice.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
SHINIKI: Gun down!
(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
Where are my seeds, mi amigo?
With your mother in hell.
Don't be stupid, boy.
For you and your men, do the right thing.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
Ash to ash, dust to dust.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
Say hi to my mommy.
(MEN SCREAM)
(THRILLING MUSIC)
JOHN: Shit!
(GRUNTS)
(THRILLING MUSIC)
Come on.
(GRUNTS)
(GROANS)
(PANTING)
What's the matter, huh?
Never kill anybody before?
Come on.
Come one!
Right now! Do it!
Come on!
You can't do it. (GROANS)
You can't do it.
Shoot me!
Carlos Volkov comes here with you
and kills all of my brothers!
Kills everybody!
Fuck you!
Fuck Volkov.
(CHOKING)
(PANTING)
(AMBIENT MUSIC)
(PUNCHES STRIKING LOUDLY)
(KNIFE SCRAPES)
You don't know what I've seen!
Do you!
FRANCISCO: You forgot what you are.
What are you waiting for!
I got nothing left!
(KNIFE CUTTING)
FRANCISCO: Listen to me, John.
(ROARING)
John!
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Hey, Alonzo.
What the hell are we doing out here
fighting (SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)?
Mr. Carlos is gonna be paying our asses overtime for his.
Yeah, I'm telling you, man.
I'm gonna work overtime on the
- American girl, brother. - Ooh.
Muy caliente.
(ALONZO CHUCKLES)
(FROGS CROAKING) (FIRE CRACKLING)
What is wrong, Elizabeth?
(LAUGHS SOFTLY)
Everything.
I feel like everything that I've done
since I've been here has been completely wrong
since working with Carlos and bringing John,
- and... - Me?
No, definitely not you.
Hey, Alonzo.
Did you hear the white boy went crazy
on that (SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)?
I told you there's something off about him.
That mother fucker needs Jesus.
But I tell you what's even crazier.
I used to run with those (GROANS)
(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE), and I swear to you
I think we killed Jorge's wife back in the day.
Crazy shit, right?
Hey, Alonzo?
Alonzo!
(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(GRUNTS) (SCREAMS)
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
(WIND WHISPERS)
You lost, American?
(AMBIENT MUSIC)
What are you gonna do with that?
(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(SHOUTS)
(SCREAMS) (KNIFE CUTS)
(VIC CHOKING)
(AMBIENT MUSIC)
What the hell are you doing?
(KNIFE CUTS) (GRUNTS)
(GROANS)
(WHISPERS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(BLOOD SQUIRTS)
I heard what that rebel said.
He said Volkov's name.
(SIGHS)
As an artist, I must rely on my feelings to guide me.
I always trust my soul.
These trees, they speak to me,
as do the mountains and the water.
My soul tells me you have no need to worry.
I uh, though you only drew inspiration
from human atrocities.
(FIRE CRACKLING) (CRICKETS CHIRPING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(GASPS SOFTLY)
You bastard.
(GRUNTS)
(GASPS)
(CHOKING)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(CARLOTTA SCREAMS)
(KNIFE CUTTING)
(BLOOD DRIPPING)
Mi amigos.
The mercenaries went back to Carlos with his transport.
Come sunrise we head to El Dorado.
Uh, excuse me, Jorge.
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
I see you've woken the dragon.
JORGE: And he is very, very hungry.
We must move quickly.
He will only grow stronger.
Our time is now, brother.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
FRANCISCO: John.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
LIZ: John.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
FRANCISCO: John.
John.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(GUNFIRE)
(SWORDS SCRAPING)
(HORSE NEIGHING)
(KNIFE CUTTING)
MONK: The heart of evil is selfish.
It's possible to become lost in your desires,
blind to the answers that lie before you.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
SHINIKI: Jorge Escamilla is a wanted man.
He's not just an artist, my friend.
Maybe he knows the way to El Dorado.
LIZ: I'm sorry, that's completely bullshit.
SHINIKI: Well, that information
could be a little valuable.
JOHN: You know it's amazing the trouble
you can get yourself into when you're looking for answers.
We got lucky.
For the first time in my life I have a clue
about what's been tormenting me since I was a kid.
I have a chance to figure out this curse.
It's a chance my father never had.
(SOMBER MUSIC)
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)
LIZ: Oh, this is so beautiful.
It's El Dorado.
Johnathon! Join me!
You seem like you've been here before.
I have, seven years ago.
I watched as my family was slaughtered
in the name of sacrifice.
What?
It is not by coincidence that
you are here, Johnathon Davenport.
My tribe, as well as Shiniki's,
have long known the location of El Dorado.
And for far too long we have been hunted for this knowledge.
But today we turn the tide.
I don't understand.
Seven years ago I was forced here by the rebels
who sought to acquire power they could use
to defeat a foreign presence in Peru.
A Russian crime lord.
Your friend, Carlos.
I could not satisfy their wish
as I was unaware that the land's sacred powers
have been locked by the blood of Francisco Asturias.
The Inquisitor.
My family was butchered as punishment and inspiration
to force me to find the bloodline of Asturias.
For their greed and so that I could
revive the powers of El Dorado and bring
my family back from the dead.
Shiniki has spent almost a decade
researching you, your lineage, your lost love.
How is this possible?
Everything was calculated to raise the spirit
of thee Inquisitor that's festered inside you, John!
Do you think it was just a coincidence
that you received that email of Jorge's paintings,
or that you are seeing Asturias in your dreams!
You have performed well, Johnathon
slaying those who dare to stand in our way.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
No.
SHINIKI: You're coming into your destiny,
- John! - No.
The evil that we need!
John, no!
John!
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
- You're crazy. - Finish your journey!
It ends here, John!
No, John!
Shiniki, no.
You are the direct descendant of
Francisco Palma Asturias.
No.
Your life will be used to bring joy for so many, mi amigo!
No.
Your life for hers.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Your life for hers!
John!
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Your life for hers!
I'll give it to you!
Elizabeth.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
I love you.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Do it!
(GRUNTS)
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
(CHUCKLES) (CRIES)
You have no idea, and I hope you never find out.
Where is the city of gold?
Gold!
El Dorado.
There's only one god.
Me!
Does this look like madness!
(FRANCISCO SCREAMS)
RICHARD: John.
This is Dad.
Don't let it consume you, John.
Don't let it consume you like it did me, John.
Don't let it torment you, John.
Please, John.
Don't let it win.
(JOHN GASPS WEAKLY)
Don't let it win.
(AMBIENT MUSIC)
Don't let it win.
(CHOKING)
Don't let it win.
What have you done, John?
What have you done?
Don't let it win.
We're dying, John.
You've bartered our life for what?
They were gonna kill Liz.
Weakness killed Liz.
(SOMBER MUSIC) (GROANS)
LIZ: John.
(GROANS)
You've made a fatal mistake, boy.
You've already let it win.
The desire for those to bath in our blood.
You failed her.
Just like your father failed to strike down his enemies.
What enemies?
You know absolutely nothing.
Wait.
Help me.
Help me to destroy my enemies.
Why?
What do I get in return?
What do you want?
It was never about gold, John.
It was about power,
the power to ensure my legacy was long protected,
to ensure my legacy reigned throughout the generations.
Their blood, John.
Not ours.
Then help me, and I will give you rebirth.
Death is only the beginning.
(RAIN PATTERING) (AMBIENT MUSIC)
My god is thirsty for treasure.
Not water, shaman.
The treasure that you seek is all around you, Spaniard.
But before you can take from the gods, you must give.
Give what?
Life.
(SOMBER MUSIC)
Forgive me.
(GROANS)
(SIGHS)
Bath your desires in the blood, Spaniard.
(SOMBER MUSIC)
(WIND WHISPERING)
Gold!
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(WIND WHISPERS)
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
You have done well, shaman.
(CHUCKLES)
My god is pleased.
I am very, very pleased.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(FRANCISCO CHUCKLES)
Now let my people leave in peace.
(KNIFE PLUNGES) (SHAMAN SCREAMS)
May the gods poison your blood that
infects you and your sons and their sons
for generations to come until there are none.
There's only one god, old man.
Me!
After seven years, give me what I desire!
Give me my family back!
(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(WOMAN SCREAMING)
(WHIMPERS)
What is happening, shaman!
Why isn't it working!
It needs more than his blood!
It needs his flesh!
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
(KNIFE CUTS) (CHOKES)
(CRICKETS CHIRPING) (FROGS CROAKING)
(WIND WHISPERS)
(WOMAN CRYING)
Asturias.
Has you hunger for gold not been satisfied?
You've taken enough to feed your family
for generations to come.
Stop this madness.
Madness?
Does this look like madness!
Another.
Enough.
Why not wish for a mountain of gold and call it?
I prefer to earn my pieces.
Bring me the next.
Why don't you go back to Pizarro?
I need conquerors, not cowards!
(GROANS)
(CHUCKLES EVILLY)
The pretty one.
Oh, the pretty one.
I, I will have to think,
to think of something grand for your death.
Yes.
(KNIFE CUTS) (GRUNTS)
(GROANING)
Get her!
(GROANS)
Get her!
(DRAMATIC MUSIC) (GROANING)
I will use her blood to save me.
(GRUNTS)
Get her!
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Are you prepared to take risks?
JOHN: Yes.
FRANCISCO: You are the Conquistador.
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
You are the Inquisitor!
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(GRUNTS)
(WHIMPERS)
The bastard's spirit is trying to protect itself.
(GRUNTS)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
Finish him!
(GRUNTS)
(GROANS)
I only want my family!
(SCREAMS)
(GASPS)
John!
John, no!
John! John!
John, no!
(GROWLING)
Look at me, John!
This is not you!
This is not you.
Look at me.
You know you don't have to do this.
John. (CRIES)
I love you.
Okay.
(CRYING SOFTLY)
Don't do this, John.
(CRIES SOFTLY)
(SCREAMS)
(CRYING) (GROANING)
(SOMBER MUSIC)
Earlier this morning the board of directors of Davencorp
moved to appoint Michael Streeter,
board member and industry insider,
to the position of CEO of Davencorp.
The move was made after a two week absence
of Johnathon Davenport, son of the late Richard Davenport
and heir apparent to the media giant.
Johnathon Davenport's attorney, Jack Harper,
commented to reporters that Mr. Davenport
is doing well and taking some time off
following the death of his father.
Jared Martin, 6K News, Los Angeles.
(SEAGULLS CRYING) (WAVES CRASHING)
(SOMBER MUSIC)
Johnny.
Look how big you've grown.
So, so what's next now?
You gonna join your dad at uh, Davencorp?
Could be quite a legacy.
Hey, I just want him happy, you know?
That's the meaning of life, right?
(SOMBER MUSIC)
He was a really great man, John.
And he loved you so much.
I've got a lot of regrets in my life, John.
But you aren't one of them.
(SOMBER MUSIC)
John.
Hey.
- John. - I uh...
I just wanted to say, John, that...
That I love you.
(SOMBER MUSIC)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
- Hey, hun. - Hey, honey.
(MUMBLES)
Ah.
SHINIKI: Señor Volkov, we must speak.
What do you want to speak to me about?
Your cocoa fields.
I pay you well, shaman, to keep the piece.
Yes, well, it's not that easy to keep the piece
when you deal with revolutionaries, my friend.
Just go head and ask Jorge Escamilla.
Where did you get that?
Well, that information is very valuable.
Do not play games with us, shaman.
The legend is true.
Good things happen to those who are
faithful to my tribe.
I'm not a fool, Carlos.
My people have suffered too long.
We just need the protection.
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
Tomorrow, you will carry out
a new load of cocoa into the fields.
Do not fail me, shaman.
I can be trusted, Carlos.
Thank you for your time.
(DOOR CLOSES)
(POLICE SIRENS)
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
JOHN: You okay?
Uh, no, not really.
There's um, a Russian drug lord scouring the earth for us.
Uh, a vindictive shaman who knows
more about us than we do ourselves.
Oh, you're possessed by a 15th century spirit,
and I killed a man in Peru.
And now I have to shut down my only.
At least you got me.
(LAUGHS SOFTLY)
Why are we going to Mexico, again?
I found this in my father's office.
For that brief moment that I died in Peru...
Yeah.
I learned something.
Asturias didn't die at El Dorado.
He was reborn.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
("FOR YOU" BY THE ALMIGHTY GRIND)
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