The Rundown Page #2

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your restaurant.

Oh, go on, open it up.

Come on.

lt's a photo

of Travis Alfred Walker.

Stanford dropout,

treasure hunter.

Only, to date...

the only thing he's found

is trouble.

Did you say "Walker"?

My son.

He's from my third marriage.

Lasted about three minutes.

That picture was taken

about two months ago...

in some gold mining town

called El Dorado down

in the middle of the Amazon.

How much?

$250,000.

For that kind of money,

why don't you just

invite him back yourself?

The boy doesn't trust me.

Kidnapping's gonna help.

ls that sarcasm?

You wanna be sarcastic,

you do it to

your monkey friends!

You do not do it to me!

Do you understand?

l'm sorry, Billy.

You're goddamn right you are.

What'd he do?

Pissed off the wrong people.

l don't have

to remind you what happens

when you do that, do l?

So l bought him

some forgiveness.

But if l don't

bring him back here

to face the music...

you know damn well

that l can't carry a tune.

So you deliver my boy

back here.

You bring him right through

that door, you walk out

of this house a free man...

with a restaurant.

ls that duct tape?

Oh, aye. Aye, aye.

Don't worry there,

little fella.

Walk by faith,

not by sight.

Will you look at that?

We can't land now.

Why? Why can't we land?

They got their bulls

on the ground.

Booze on the grind?

Aye, the bulls on the ground,

the cattle down there.

Cows?

Yeah, l'll give them

a wee fright there.

Yeah, get moving.

Come on, then.

Out of me way!

Make a way, you!

Move it!

Move it now! Move!

Make the way!

Made me way!

All right there, little fella.

Out we go.

Hey, sugar, what'd l tell you

about that.... My needle

was totally nackered.

RPM's all over

the shaft.

ls this the only road

in and out?

lf you wanna stay alive.

Why's that?

That there, that's the jungle,

little fella. You got

anacondas in there.

Poison arrow frogs,

black flies, bullet ants.

And if they don't get you,

the rebels will.

What?

Aye, rebels.

That's what l'm telling you.

To them, Cornelius Hatcher's

built a Babylon in paradise.

Built a what?

A Babylon.

That mine is as close

as a man can come

to the gates of hell...

while his heart's

still beating.

The Sunday school picnic

is over, l'll tell you that.

Stay out of the jungle,

little fella, okay?

[Country music playing]

l.... l found these flowers

growing in the deepest parts

of the jungle.

As far as l can tell,

no one's ever

identified them...

which means that

l'm responsible

for naming them.

l can only think

of one word that fits

something so beautiful.

Mariana.

How much do you want?

What?

How much?

l need your uncle's boat.

A day or two, max.

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