 Tarzan of the eights from the novels by Edgar Rice Burroughs with Mr. James H. Pierce of 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 successfully rescued the party of Professor Porter from the cannibals and returned them to his own hut by the sea. He returns to his tribe but when he finds that the party has been attacked by pirates, Tarzan returns only to find that Jane has been kidnapped by the pirates. He leaps into the trees and goes in pursuit. Now, are you ready? Holy Lord, Brad. Are you still stubborn, are you? I think you're going to make up your mind as to where the treasure is. Oh, I've told you all that I know. This is wasting time, Snipes. You're labored to be coming after us any minute. Well, they won't find us. But I know that they will. And when they do snipe, I hate to think of what they'll do to you. What do you think, Snipes? Yes, that's what I think. Mr. Clayton and Mr. Belander haven't forgotten the kind of treatment you gave them when you had them locked up aboard the ship. Listen, Miguel, I ain't arguing with you. I'm trying to give you a chance to say yourself some trouble. Oh, how many times do I have to tell you that I know nothing but ever about the treasure? No, of course. Yeah, watch the dine. Don't tight your eyes off on her. I'm going to single the ship, get the longboat ashore, and take the widdy aboard. All right, I'll watch her. I'll see you as all you've done. And don't you try any of your trickful ideas. See? Yes, I see. Have you gone? Yes, but that don't help you, then. If you know anything, you better tell me. Oh, God, I convince you that I don't know anything. I ain't hard to convince. I seen last night that you didn't know nothing about the treasure. Orange, the artist flickers flyer I ever see. But I'm not lying. Not one of us knows anything about that treasure. No, I guess you don't. I've been with them most of the time, and I know that none of them ever found or moved that treasure. Well, you can't make Snipes believe that. But won't you speak to Snipes? Make me believe that I'm telling the truth. No. I ain't going to stop no argument and get sucked into the job. No, but you've got to, no matter what they may do to me. If I don't know where the treasure is, how will it help them find it? That's what he's after, isn't it? Finding the treasure? Sure. Of course. Even if he kills all of us, don't help him find it. He's crack it on the notion that you know where that treasure's hid. Nothing can knock that idea out of his head. Here, what can I do? Carlos. Here? Take me back to my father. He's sick. He may be dying. Take you back? Yes. Yes, we can run away now before Snipes gets back. Yeah, and get shot in the back. Now, I can't do it. But I'll see that you're protected. Nix. Nix, you are getting excited. Lieutenant Dono's cruiser will come back any day. You can go aboard and leave with us. The cruiser? Yes. It's long overdue now. It can't be much longer before it comes. I'll bet Snipes don't know nothing about that cruiser. It's supposed to come back here. Good job he's taking you aboard, Chip. And when the cruiser comes back, they'll take you and Snipes, all of you prisoners. We'll keep out of the way, don't you worry. If you'll take me back to the hop, you'll be rewarded. My father would give you more than you could possibly get for your share of the treasure. Well, it sounds all right, but... Yeah, come Snipes. I'll talk to you sometime later. Well, come on. Long goes full ashore. Say, Snipes, I found out something out of the lady. That French cruiser will back here any time. So, who any what luck? They run us off before. Well, we've got to be on the lookout, that's all. What is it that they do with pirate swing them at the end of a yard arm, isn't this? Tell that, you. You're too fit by art, MacGow. Come along with you. Oh, let go of my arm. I'll swing for help. Well, you'll swing up once. Come on. I'm fed up with monkeying with you. Why is it now? Better come along quietly. Eatless of the scolding and disturbed monkeys, Tarzan swings his way through the treetops. In his breath, rages an emotion as close to hatred as the eight man has ever known. If the cruel Tarzan canny of harm chain, Tarzan grits his teeth as he thinks of what he will do or does in his search. Strains his ears to listen. The usual jungle soles. That's what puzzles Tarzan. If the Tarzan canny were close at hand, the jungle would be uneasy. The eight man's sensitive nostrils quiver as he tries to catch the mutineers sent score. Not a trace. Again, Tarzan listens. He'll have to go to the old camp of the mutineers, follow their trail. The eight man's steel-like fingers grasp the tough stem of a vine. A quick thrust, and he swings like a pendulum through a gap in the trees. A moment's hesitation, a sure, accurate grip on a swaying limb, and down through the branches Tarzan drops to the lower, denser jungle terrace. Branch after branch, bent lightly under his flying feet. Vine after vine, tensors with his weight as he speeds toward the former camp of the mutineers. Clayton! Clayton! He's on the air! He thinks he's rapping, of course. Of course. He's king! Perhaps, news of Jane, Tarzan thinks as he hears the shoutson, without a moment's hesitation, the eight man turns and heads back for the hut. As Tarzan speeds toward the little clearing, Clayton, inside the hut hears Darneau's shoutson, comes to the door. What did you say, Darneau? King, one of the mutineers is coming up from the beach, carrying a plate of proof. Then point your order out of the other way. What have you done with Memoirs of Jane? Well, that's what I've come to see you about. Then, for your sake, you'd better hurry up. Ah, that's who you sacked and not on ya. Never mind the talk. Contrary to the point, where is she? We don't know where the treasure is at. We've never seen it. I had to tell the professor, Clayton. He heard your shouts. I'll take King's apple. Oh, no, you don't! Get out of our world! Now, my say, into the hut! What is it, Philander? News? News of Jane? Tarzan, you keep King's apple. But what do they want, Philander? Why should they take Jane? They're holding Jane until we tell them where the treasure is hidden. But best my soul, we don't know that. Do we, Clayton? That's what we've tried to tell them. We don't know. Well, anyway, if we're holding your girl, I'm telling ya, don't tell them. Poor Jane, my poor little girl, you wouldn't be so cruel. No, Archimedes, lie down. Lie down, like quiet. Lie still, Philander. Lie still. And my baby in the hands of those billings. No, I must get up. I have to. I, I... Quickly, quick. Water. You should be treated again. Here, Philander. Here. There. Hold up your head. This is terrible, Clayton. It may bring honorary lapse, and he was getting on so well. Let's hope it won't. If there was something that we could do to force these pirates... We might try to run a bluff on King, but even if they kill him, that won't bring Jane back to us. We don't know where she is. Oh, I know it. Compoundler, I don't know what to do. Fort is coming to again. There. You feel any better, Archimedes? Let me see. Now, what was I doing? What was I doing? Delirious again. Better perhaps you should be while Jane's gone. King, I am going to give you just 30 seconds to tell us where Memoiselle Jane is. And if you do not, then I shall put you up against the tree and kill you. And... 10 seconds, King. Wait, Donald. They may have made some such arrangement. But I must hear. 15 seconds, King. Who's that? I'll get it, Clayton. Tarzan! Not fine, Jane. Carmen, get it gone away. Tarzan, this man knows where Memoiselle Jane is. I have told him that if he doesn't tell us, I shall kill him. Tarzan, make him tell. Now, we, but how? I'll show you. Give him to me. What are you going to do, Tarzan? Come outside. I'll show you. Now, listen. Take him. Give him to Numa. He's a big man. Big? Just on the boat, where? Down the coast. In the other coast. Yes, yes. We can get there. You know where that is? Well, yes. Bien, come on. We shall go at once. Still on there. You keep King here and keep him covered. Very well. Come. This is the Russian avoid being seen. Yes. Where is the boat in which you landed when you were put ashore? Not far from the headland. We can reach it. We haven't seen before their lookout spot. And we have enough ammunition from far? No, no, no, no. Good. We shall have to be careful, though. We might hit Memoiselle Jane. How many time I'm getting? We do not know yet, Tarzan. Behind those rocks. That's where we left the boat. Ah, high and dry. All right. Yes. We pulled it well up on shore so that we'll be out of range of those brewing pilots. But look, Donu. You can see the arrow from this rock. The most is here. This is really... Get the arrow across. The boat's here to land. Life's in his gang. They're dead. Yes, they're terribly not Tarzan. Then Tarzan will... But Tarzan... Wait, scum. You can't swim out there alone. No other way to get Jane. Tarzan go along. They will short you. Doon, nightdarm. Wait until dark. They will not see Tarzan. I mean, Monsieur, what can you hope to do as long even if you can reach the arrow? Can't do nothing here. Just talk. Tarzan, get Jane all right. The jungle twilight turns to darkness. Tarzan, silent, and apart from the other members of the party, stands impassive like a grim warrior. Without a word or backward glance, he runs to the surf, leaps and skims a breaker, and like a torpedo heads to sea. And that, Monsieur Clayton, is courage that men seldom see even in our profession of war. I must admit that you're right. Such strength, such determination have you ever seen such swimming before? I can't see enough. I'm gonna hold one seat against your own crew.