 Tarzan of the Eighths, from the novels by Edgar Rice Burroughs, with Mr. James H. Pierce as Tarzan, and Mr. Johann Burroughs as Jane Porter. This is an American gold seal production. Professor Porter and his party, captured by cannibals, gained their freedom through their supposed supernatural power, which appeared to bring rain. Word is brought that Jane, the professor's lost daughter, has been seen at the native temple cave with Tarzan. Though sensing a trap, the whites determined to investigate. Meanwhile, Jane and Tarzan, at the cabin in the clearing, decide to go swimming. Jane is attacked by a crocodile. Now, are you ready? Hold your breath. As he hears Jane's first cry, Tarzan swings into the trees and speeds toward the pool. Now he's just above the scene of the savage drama. Only a few yards separate Jane from the reptiles. With a savage growl, Tarzan leaps. Jane clutches frantically at the slippery mud of the bank. The great jaws of the monster open to seize her. Tarzan lands in the water beside the brook. This unexpected attack takes the crocodile's attention from Jane, and it turns upon Tarzan. Its jaws snap back at the thing close to it, but to no effect. Tarzan swims clear. The jaws cannot reach him. He plunges his knife into the thinner hide beneath the shoulders, and circling the neck with one powerful arm. Gimla dives, but Tarzan retains his hold. To relax it now means certain death. Again and again, he plunges the keen blade, hilt deep into the mighty soryan. Tarzan's lungs are bursting for air. Can he hold out? He must, but in his death agony, Gimla shoots to the surface. Tarzan fills his lungs anew. With under-minute strength he still wields his knife. Again, again, again. Gimla dives once more, but not before Tarzan has glimpsed the score of sinister forms, sliding into the water from the opposite bank. Now the sewer has to bottom again. The crocodile's weakening. Suddenly it goes limp. The duel is over. Tarzan shoots to the surface. Tarzan hurries for more of them. Quick, they're almost on you. Tarzan strikes for the shore. Powerful, quick, clean strokes. Almost crocodile shoots ahead as it sees its prey. It's almost on him. Tarzan thrusts himself out of the water. He grasps an overhanging branch, pulls himself to safety, as great jaws snap, greatly dust a few inches below his feet. Oh Tarzan, I thought it had killed you, and I couldn't do anything. I didn't dare shoot. I might have hit you. Fine now. Gimla dead. All gone. Look. Cannibal? Yes, like gomen canny. Gomen canny eat gomen canny. Tarzan, cannibal? Oh no, don't say that. Yes, Tarzan cannibal. Tarzan eat horta. You're not a bore. Not an innocence of the word. And now let's get back to the hut. Jane, swim? You're laughing at me, and I don't think that's nice. No, I've had all the swimming I want in this river. Black men make many drums pop. Many black men, Jane. Do you suppose that has anything to do with daddy and Cecil and Mr. Belander? Oh, I hope nothing happens to daddy, father. Father alive? Gomen canny not hurt. Tarzan not know why. Things may have changed since we escaped. They seem to know danger then, but we don't know what has happened since. Jane, no frighten. Father alive then, father alive now. No, I'm not afraid Tarzan. That's different. Oh, I don't know how to explain that to you, but I want to go back. I want to be with my father. He may be in danger. I can't help but worry about daddy. He's so helpless. He's always needed me. Jane, want to go back to Gomen canny? Black men village? Go to that big tree from where we watched them after we got away. We could see them. See if everything is all right and then come back to the hut. No, I want to go with you Tarzan. I want to see for myself that I'll be satisfied. All right. Tarzan, Jane, go Billy. Look, come back hut. Yes Tarzan, let's go now. Yes. Tarzan and Jane swing into the trees with his incredible speed the ape man with Jane in his arms flashes onward. Both are silent. As they speed through the upper terrace of the jungle the drums get louder. Finally Tarzan pauses. The drums come from Black man village, Jane. I've been singing the same thing Tarzan. Drums talk, no kill them. Drums talk, go look. What do you mean? You mean the drums are not ceremonial? That they are telling of a circus party? Drums speak, go look. Maybe Jane, maybe Tarzan? Yes, yes. Now drums too much close. No talk much. Look Tarzan, bloody black men, father and Mr. Belander Cecil and some more white men. Now go slow. Tarzan watch. We are getting very close, Monsieur but I am still convinced that we are walking into another trap. It is utterly unreasonable, Monsieur that this Tarzan would come to this cave. Word was brought to the chief that they were here. And I'm going in. During our walk here from the village I had become more and more convinced that Lieutenant Darno is correct. Remember, Monsieur, it was the witch doctor who came to this cave and then disappeared. It was only by a lucky chance that we found an exit. All very true. But I can't see what that has to do with the present situation. What more natural, Monsieur, than that the native may be seen man should select the same place if he wished to trap us. But aren't you overlooking the fact, Lieutenant, that we did find our way out of the cave before? What is to prevent us from leaving again by the same exit? Yes, after all we do know an exit. Perhaps so much depends upon it. You're adduced well right, Philander. And I'm for going in at once. But in case of difficulty, I'm going to send 10 of my men back to the hut in the clearing to watch for the return of the cruise ship. I shall go up front and pick the details. I don't like the idea of sending part of them in a way. It's not at all. Well, after all, Clayton, we can't take them all into the cave with us. No, no, I suppose not. What's going on ahead there? Thank you, sir, Professor. Please look at the sleeve. I know it. Let me see. Yes! Well, tell her, Dono. What do you say to this? What was it called, Monsieur? A tapas! La mise! Right in front of the cave. I'm more inclined to doubt than ever. This makes it obvious that I trap, Monsieur. Look about you. There is not a place where Memoiselle Quartet could have torn her sleeve. I have to prove our theory in Christ. So be it, Monsieur. Now, Monsieur Clayton, I know that you do not agree with me, but I ask you one thing. Certainly. When we go through that waterfall to the cave, the witch doctor goes with us. Right. Hidden in the dense foliage, Tarzan and Jane look down on the seething milling throng of blacks. Look, Tarzan, they found my sleeve. It's a trap to get Daddy into the cave. Didn't you hear what they said? Jane, cry out. Black man killed, please. Yes, I know, but if I could door something. Tarzan. Yes? You've got writing, warning, the paper you put on hot door. Yes, in quiver with arrows. Jane, right? Yes, yes. Tarzan, fix paper to arrow, shoot. Quickly, now, pencil, now. Daddy, in trees, width of the eighth. All fixed. Give Tarzan. Shut up the professor. Daddy, in the trees. Tarzan. Quick, Tarzan, stop him. God found it. Why did you knock down my arm and spoil my aim? Look, Archimedes, they need us. And when they get through shooting their arrows at Mama and Jane and Tarzan, they will turn their attention to us. Why the devil didn't you let me shoot? Do not be a fool, Monsieur Clayton. It is bad enough now. You forced our hand and showed the natives that we do not want to help capture Tarzan. Very stupid of you, Clayton. When I was forced to knock your gun down, it proved to the cannibals that the rest would not want to kill him. Yes, and there is the witch doctor, Arjean Amanto, attack us. We better try to get away now while they are still occupied with Tarzan. But I can't see Jane. Tarzan has disappeared. Where can Jane be? Come, come, that mob is liable to turn upon us at any moment. If they do, there is only one chance left. Decay, it is taboo. It's our only chance. We have to follow him. All right, I am here. He must just take on this way. Come on. It's the natives from following and killing the white men.