 Tarzan will be from the novel by Edgar Wright Burroughs with Mr. James H. Pierce as Tarzan and Mr. Ann Burroughs as Jane Porter. This is an American gold seal production released by the world broadcasting system and associated stations. Tarzan has rescued the marooned white party from Cannibal. He returns to the tribe of Kerchak, the tribe of the great eight and defeats Tackler and they who have disputed his kingdom and again becomes the leader of the tribe. Returning to the sea, Tarzan learns that Jane has been taken aboard ship by pirates. Alone, he leaps into the ocean and swims toward the boat. Now, are you ready? Hold your breath. We'll ask little end-lovers, you'll ever fight till then. Here you, lightly, kill that rope man. Who me? Who else? And not a word out of it. Kneel off, snipe. Here, I'll pipe the light into our cabin. I'm warning you, snipe. My friends are not going to stand by and watch me kidnap when they find where I am. Well, they ain't done much yet, they aren't. I know I'll pay a spoke to them and if they know what's good for them and you, you'll be coming back with the news as to where the stuff is in. Snipe, you're a fool. You won't listen to reason. My friends don't know where the treasure is hidden. Kidnapping me is not going to help you to find it. In fact, it's going to put you in prison when they find out where I am. But they ain't going to find out. And if I don't get the loot, Well, I got you and you ain't ought to look at. I guess I can get a couple of hundred quits for you at Singapore. You wouldn't dare. Oh, wouldn't I, though? Come on, I'm tired of arguing with you. Get well out of here, old cabin. What's the matter? Ain't it good enough for you? Oh, it's, it's filthy. Oh, here you get. What is it? The look at says that those goats are the actual running down the beach. I'll be on back. What did I tell you, Snipe? They're coming to get you. And they will. Oh, shut up. Can they see it? No, not yet. They will when they round the headland. Look, take the glasses. See there? Through the trees. Oh, track me, Pete. The fools. What do they think they can do again, sir? What's the scene? A hundred and thirty. All right. You'll put up towards the coast. Let them think we've taken the dime away. Give them time to think about telling us where the loot is. But if they don't, no. Then we'll send them word to answer it. When they find it, then they can have the dime back. That's the idea. Get out of the hands up. Meanwhile, on shore, Clayton, Dono, and Francois stand thunderstruck as Tarzan plunges into the sea. Put me to me. We cannot let him go alone. It is madness. Most sure, but it is monofiche. See, what the deuce you try to do, Dono? Don't make so. We cannot allow him to go out there. They will shoot him like a dog. Take it easy, Dono. We can't stop him. And if you or I try to join him, we'll only attract the attention of these euthanias to Tarzan. I suppose you are right. But to stand here, to do nothing, while he goes out there, full of born fuel, that is, murder. No, no. Only swims also swim. Yes, he may even reach this ship without being seen. But may not be worth anything. What's the truth? What's the point? How can a man teach himself to swim like that? I can't understand you. No, that's what your Tarzan, whatever he does, he does it perfectly. Whatever. See, more you to know. Even we, who know where he is, come and see him, don't we? Yes, but the farther he is from us, the closer he is to the ship. But I cannot see how it is that he hopes to get aboard without being seen and shot at. Well, your Tarzan does not think of himself. Go easy there, King. Handle the professor gently or at all times. Got it. Here's for Landon. And King, always carrying the professor. I couldn't help it, Clayton. Archimedes insisted on coming down to the beach. What, Monsieur, the feet that fall. Yes, Tarzan, I know. But it's less harmful this way than holding him possibly in bed. And frankly, trying to keep King covered while I wrestled with the professor was more than I could manage. So what has happened? Why have you not gone off to Jane? Yeah, professor, sit down here. Rest yourself against the back of the boat. That's all the use of this now, anyway. But Tarzan, where is Tarzan? Swimming to the ship. The ship? Where? She is behind the headland. And Tarzan is going out there alone? Yes, Monsieur, professor. Monsieur Clayton convinced me that if I started to go through a lore, it would only attract the attention to Tarzan. But alone? Against that crew of cutthroat? Even Tarzan. God expects to handle them alone. He did not seem to give that, and he thought as soon as we found the boat was stove in, he just plunged into the water and, well, he went. Where is he now, Clayton? He's away over there. No, no, I'm afraid you can't see him, professor. It's too dark. I can't make him out myself, and I know exactly where he is. He's swimming away beyond the headland there. Evidently, he intends to come into the ship from the open sea. He may be able to reach the ship, but to get aboard her, sort they down for sea. There, shoot him before he reaches the ship. I'd like to be there and do it myself. Why were you, King? I'd keep still. Otherwise, now that we know where Miss Jane is, we might be tempted to save ourselves with a lot of trouble by getting rid of you. But, Miss... I'll save your breath. I know what you're going to say. You just better keep quiet. Isn't there any chance to patch up this boot? No, I'm afraid not. If we had some converse and did a lot of bailing, we might be able to get it out there. Canvas? But what about that canvas I put up for a petition for me? May we, monsieur, this is barely possible here. Here, let me look at the boat. But, well, I must move you for a moment, let's make a try at it anyway, darling. We'll go to the half and get some tools. Come on, King, come on. You go on ahead of me. I shall help you, monsieur, aboard the arrow. Jane, lying on her bunk, tries to gather her thoughts. Almost as if someone were trying to signal. There can't be anyone aboard. Friend, they kill me. I'll take a chance. What is it? This doorbell? Yes. This is Tracy. Captain Tracy. Oh! Oh, I thought they'd kill you. They couldn't. They need me to navigate. But why would Aunt Heather have me tied up in the cabin next to the one you're in? Will they hear us talking? Oh, listen carefully. I was in the cabin that you're now in. Yes. I was layering plans to escape. Are you bound? No. That's good. Look under the washbasin. Pad with pieces of string. You'll find the three pieces of a monkey wrench. Yes, I hear. Can you fit it together? I think so. That's good. And when you have fitted it together, loosen the bolts holding your part in place. Wait till I look. Yes. Big rusty bolts about an inch across. That's right. Loosen the bolts and the frame of the part will come away from the bolt. The shell. Then the hole will be given up for you to get through. I'll do it, Captain. I'll do it now. But keep your eyes open for them coming down below deck. If that's a hurry, I can tell they're getting ready to make sails. I will. Will they commit? Yes. Slowly. Get this port open. I'm almost afraid to talk any louder. But I'm almost chanted. Tarzan! Jane! Jane! Why don't you tie the bed sheets together and roll them up across? You can climb up there with those there. They'll hold in my lap, I'm sure. Thanks. I will. I'm going to call on you, Jane, before you get when they're open. Doctor, ma'am. Yes. Yes, I'll tie it to the bunk. Here, Tarzan. Carmen, can he not hurt you? Come on. No, Tarzan. Not this. I'm all right. Oh, I'm so glad to see you. It's behind the door. You open if Carmen Gammie stops here. Yes. All right. Why are you getting there? Come out. I won't come out. You'll have to come in and get me. Oh, that's all right. Is it all right? I'll come in. I hope to win his way from the ship against the whole pie-