Mateo, do you have control of this vessel?
Lie, if you must.
Mateo.
Goddamn rope's caught in the propeller.
Well, looks like I'm gonna have to cut us loose.
It's maybe better I do it. This river can kill you in 1000 ways.
I can handle it. The only thing I'm really afraid of--
-Okay. -...is the candiru acu.
Can do what?
Candiru acu. It's a tiny little catfish.
It swims up into your urethra, finds a nice warm spot...
...spreads its thorny little spines and refuses to budge.
You have to cut it out.
That's it, man. I'm getting the hell back to L.A.
Terri, something's wrong!
Oh, my God.
Cale?
-He's hurt. I'm going. -Hold up, hold on. Hold it, I got it.
Gary.
Hurry up.
Come on, guys. Come on.
Steven? Oh, my God.
Is he breathing?
Faster, come on. Is he all right? Is he okay?
-Hurry. -Oh, my God.
-Dan, be careful. -What is it?
-It's okay. -What is it?
Take his mask off. Be careful, be careful.
-Get something for his head. -Okay.
-He's not breathing. -Move him.
He's not breathing.
-Something for his head. -Here.
There's something in the mouth.
Oh, dear God.
Oh, damn. What's that?
Oh, God.
A wasp.
Deadly.
Poisonous.
Well, he's still not breathing. What are we gonna do?
-Oh, God. How did this happen? -Alcohol.
I've got whiskey in my flask.
-Quickly. -What's that for? What are you---?
-He's breathing. He's breathing. -That's it. He's gonna be all right.