 Tarzan of the Eads, from the novels by Edgar Rice Burroughs, with Mr. James H. Pierce as Tarzan and Mr. John Burroughs as Jane Porter. This is an American gold seal production. Professor Porter and his party, seeking his lost daughter Jane, are captured by cannibals. To escape annihilation, they gain refuge in the sacred temple cave of the tribe, taking the native witch doctor with them. Tarzan, who has rescued Jane from the jungle's perils, tries to help the professor, but is driven off by the arrows of the blacks. Inside the cave, Lieutenant Darlo tries to extract from the witch doctor the secret of how to get out of the cavern. Later, they find the witch doctor apparently dead. Now, are you ready? Hold your breath! Dad, dude, it's never possible, Monsieur. I read it not from him. No. It would take more than we did to kill that witch doctor. Nevertheless, he's dead, my no Monsieur. I perceive that he is not dead. He is in a trance. I said it in poor trance. You mean a state of suspended animation? Self-ignition? Yes. Yes. I have heard that such a thing was practiced by some of these tribes, but this man certainly looks gay. And if what Darlo says is correct, he might as well be dead for all the years to come. Yes. It'll be as difficult to learn the secret of the way out of here from the rich as it would be if he were dead. I do not know about that. At least I am going to try drastic remedies. What? May I ask? I am going to bleed him. But Darlo, he may die. What if he does? He got to think of his best. If he does die, we won't be any worse off than we are, but he is in a trance. No. Oh, no. I have no sympathy with the witch doctor, and no more of eye treatment. But remember, if he dies, we are liable never to get out of here to attempt to bleed him. When none of us is a surgeon, seems a little short of murder. I do not look at it in that way, Monsieur. It is his life or ours. And since the witch doctor passed us in here, well, I personally feel that we have the right to try the experiment at least. I, for one, do not propose to die just because it's unethical. The faucet blighted to lead us out. Yeah, Monsieur Clayton, as I have, but still two people could postpone the operation. See, he may come out of this. No, Monsieur. He can throw himself into one of these pictures often as he pleases. And we shall die of starvation or suffocation. Suffocation? But there seems to be plenty of pressure. This camellia is nothing but a huge lava tube. The whole place is honeycombed with similar volcanic tubes and glues. We never know, at any moment, that some of these starboxes may fill this place with sufferers soon. That is true, down note. In fact, already I have noticed a choking sensation, and it's getting warmer in here. I'm going to examine this cabinet. The fact that there is a current of fresh air, even with the entrance being blocked up, convinces me that there must be another exit somewhere. Some are more disturbance outside, down note. Do you suppose it can be said we'll come to look for the witch doctor? I know, but I cannot hear what they are shouting about. I am going up to the front of the cabinet where I can hear. And you may go about their thing, down note. There is something about the White Devil God setting fire to one of the huts and killing a neckie. Then, perhaps at the end of the age, try to draw them away from here in order to rescue us. Yes, and where are you on a sort of balcony that runs round three sides of the cave? As nearly as I can tell. Are there any signs of light? Should be. Yes, the air ought to be pure as here, below. Meditama! Some men felloping falls over the jungle, safe where the torches of the blacks throw a shifting and uncertain light. The big cats begin their nightly prowl in search of food. Numa, the lion, hungry, angry, makes for the waterhole. Cheetah, the leopard, sleek, glossy and cunning, slinks through the tall bamboo. From the fringe of the forest, Dango the hyena calls to his brothers that here by the cave is meat. Meat for the taking, the kind that Dango likes. Meat that does not have to be fought for. A kill made possible by the bravery of others. High in the treetops, Jane and Tarzan watch the natives who have been left to guard the cave. Natives who only a short time before have tried to kill them, and who if they had for much as a chance would kill them now at sight. Yes, Jane. If father and Cecil and the others do manage to get out of the cave, these natives will kill them. There are too many for them. Yes, but father no come out of cave. What do you mean Tarzan? If father could come out of cave, he come out before now. Father not wait night time before come out. Yes, I suppose that is true. They would have come out right away if they could. If the black foot only go away, then we might do something to help father and the others. Pretty soon they go away. The goldman, Janney. Why? What makes you think so? Why will they go away? A little more dark, Tarzan kills. But Tarzan, you can't kill all of them. There are too many. Tarzan not kill all. Some Tarzan kill. Others frighten, go away. But Tarzan, you can't go down there. I won't let you. Tarzan must go a little way, kill one, maybe two goldman, Janney. Then Tarzan go another place. One, two, kill. Some goldman, Janney frighten, run. Oh, I know. I suppose you must do it to save daddy. But I'm afraid every moment you're away. Goldman, Janney no see, Jane. Jane stay here in tree. Jane need not be afraid. I'm not afraid for myself. Not anymore. But if anything happens to you Tarzan, I don't know what I do. Don't be so heedless of danger. No speak. Goldman, Janney come. You're going to shoot from here? Yes. That sounds as if you got him. Yes. Jane no move. Tarzan go over there. Don't be careful. Don't let them see you. Goldman, Janney no see, Tarzan. Only a little bit afraid. Goldman, Janney see Tarzan, plenty afraid. Yes, you're right. But do be careful. I'll watch from here. Down below, unseen to Tarzan and Jane, a black is watching. He hears the voices. He sees Tarzan swing his way through the trees closer to the cave. The warrior steps cautiously into the open. Raises his bow, pulls the arrow back to its barbed poison head. An eighty torch flares up. Jane looks down. She sees the black, knows that the arrow is pointed at Tarzan. A split second hesitation as the black studies himself. Enough for Jane. She whips out her revolver. Oh, I hate him. Oh, I hope I was in time. There was no call from Tarzan. He must be all right. But old Tarzan wouldn't call out even if he were hurt. Jane all right? Oh, old Tarzan. Oh my dear. I thought I hardly dared to think. You must leave me again. I know you're able to look after yourself. But I'm terrified. Terrified for you every moment you're away. No cry. Jane no cry. Tarzan stay. Jane shoot straight. Tarzan see. I, I hated to do it Tarzan. But I knew that he could see you. Gomengane, good shot too. Arrow go whiz. Here, past my head. It, it didn't touch you? No. Dear. What mean dear? Dear? Dear? I, why, why do you ask? When Jane very afraid, Jane say, oh Tarzan. Oh my dear. Oh, oh dear. Yes, dear, dear. Why, why it's something like a goat. Only it isn't a goat. Tarzan, not understand. No, I hope. I mean, I, I thought you wouldn't. Tarzan, look. See below. Another black. Tarzan, kill. Down in the gallery of the cave Tarzan's call carries to Darno and the party searching for an outlet. Listen. What's that? A mysterious sound. No, no, no, Darno. That's the call that Tarzan makes when he kills. You are not meant to tell me that that human being made that sound. It's not. Every time that Tarzan makes the kill, he raises his head to the sky and, well, you heard him. But the important thing is he's still out there. If he's been there ever since we got Jane's message, they, Tarzan of the ancient Jane, must be waiting for us. Yes, Tarzan. Let's not postpone our treatment of the witch doctor another minute. Let's make him show us some way out of here. All right. Come on. I left him behind the orchard with Francois. That's what I thought. But he's not here. But you must be mistaken, Mr. Clayton. Right there. You, you are right, Mr. Clayton. Where is Francois? Yes. Where? But it cannot be. They must be here. Francois! Has the witch doctor outwitted Lieutenant Dono and made his way out of the cave? We'll talk...