 Tarzan of the Apes. From out the pages of Edgar Wright's Burl's immortal book, we recall the strange history of Tarzan. Tarzan, the mighty hunter. Tarzan, the white god of a dark continent. Tarzan of the Apes. You're mad, John. You're mad. There's only one way for you to save your skin now, and that is for you to let me resume command. Throw yourself on the mercy of the court when we return. If you assume command of this boat is your death warrant, I'm the first mate. I take command when anything happens to the captain. Isn't that right? When anything happens to the captain? Yes, it will. Well, get down to it, John. Get down to it. What do you want? What do you think, Professor Porter? I really wouldn't know, Mr. Yon. I have never made a study of shipwreck. No, but you've made a study of old maps. Where is it? Unfortunately, I don't know what you're talking about. Show that. Where is it? If you will tell me what you are looking for, then perhaps I might not prove so obtuse. Listen, you old fool, I'm talking about that chart, the one on which the traitors indicated. Break it out. Where is it? Mr. Yon, do you mind if I open this port and let him come here? Vango, open that port for the lady. Oh, never mind. I'll do it. Vango, get that lover over the floor and stow him on the boat. Oh, yeah. Mr. Clayton seems to be taking quite a map. He isn't dead. No, he's all right. Well, Yon, what's your procedure? Porter, where's that chart? Really, I... You don't know, huh? I haven't a slightest conception of what you're talking about. There's memory, eh? Well, there's a cure for that. An old Chinese cure. Vango, get the professor below. We'll try the water cure for his memory. Why, I said, come on here, Governor. Unhand me. Come on out for your beating. Now, come on here. Help me. Don't! There, Yon. You wouldn't resort to torture. No. Well, listen, Tracy, I'm not committing mutiny to be stopped by that old boat. Yes, I'll torture him. And if he doesn't come through then, there's the woman there. I want that chart, and I'm going to have it. You're just a little too late, Mr. Yon. Late? I threw the chart out the porch when I opened it just now. Oh, dear, you didn't. Why, why, that chart might have opened a new visitor of history. I'm sorry, Father, but... Oh, you threw it out of the porch, did you? Well, young lady, I think you're lying. And for your sake, you'd better be. I'm going to search your state room. And if I don't find it, you and Fang will keep watch here. Excuse me, I would suggest, Yon, that you drop anchor. You're coming in pretty close. The Postal Curve is very gradual on the African West Coast. I'll run the boat, Tracy. I see you will. I'll go around. And another thing, if I don't find that chart in your state room, I'm going to give you exactly a half an hour to produce it for her. And then, your daughter will wish you had. You swine! We have, we have heard a fondly, I think. What would you suggest doing, Captain? Yon doesn't bluffing. The best thing is to give him the chart he's talking about. Because if we don't, Yon will make good his threats. Where is the chart, my dear? Be careful that these men don't go over here. I told the truth, Father. I did throw it over the board. You mean the chart is gone? Yes. Will it make any difference? Any difference? All the difference in the world. You'll never get Yon to believe that you threw it out that port. You'll think you're trying to keep it from him. You'll try to make your tell by every way his devilish mind can think of. Jane, you shouldn't have done that. There's no way to get it back now. There might be. How? Do you know that small, deep, green bottle that contained poison, Captain? The one you told me to take out of your drawer? Yes. Well, I poured the contents of that out. I rolled the chart up and put it in the bottle before I threw it out the port. It might have washed ashore. It has a good chance of it. The curd and the coal swings up against the beach. Good, good. The loss of that chart would seriously affect the opportunity of finding vast treasure. The loss of that chart means more than that, Professor Porter. It won't mean the loss of all our lives. We've got to find that chart. We have to find it, that's all. And if we don't? It will be unfortunate that Miss Porter emptied the contents of that bottle. Meanwhile, Yon, the mutinous first mate, has searched every inch of the passenger's cabin, ripping open mattresses, scattering the contents of their luggage. But to no avail. He cannot find the chart. Yon has risked much to get the chart. He leaves the wreckage of the last cabin. He will have that chart. He'll resort to the terrible torture used many years ago on the China seas, the water cure, where the victim has water forced down his clothes until his eyes protrude and his stomach distends, until the intense pressure inside his body versus his heart. Anything to get that chart. Gaining the deck, Yon notices that the boat is well into the harbor. He orders the anchor to drop in the engine's cut. Then, with a fiendish dreadful glint of purpose, making his eyes inhumanly cruel, he makes for the salon. He rips open the door. Hangle, go below, bring form in topside, with buckets and lots of water. See here, Yon. You are making a mistake. That chart did go out the port. I don't believe it. They're all lying. But when I get through with you, you'll be begging to tell the truth. Begging! Don't be a fool, Yon. We know what you're planning to do. Listen. His porter threw that chart out the port. Before she did, she put it in a jade-green bottle. The current in this cove will wash that bottle up on the beach. Let me and one of your men go ashore on the port to find it's our only chance at saving our skins. Yon, convinced that Captain Placey is telling the truth, finally agrees that the captain shall go ashore with two of his men to look for the bottle on the beach. But before Captain Placey leaves, Yon takes the two men who are to accompany him outside the cabin and talks to them. Giggs, you and Fangle go ashore with Placey. He's looking for a jade-green bottle that's wash the shore. Aye, aye, dear. And when you come back, come back alone. Understand? Aye, aye, stand, sir. We'll stick down, Blighter. Fangle's a-eachin' to carve these in initials and somebody's back. All right. Get those davits out and put that boat over the side. Couching high up in a tree hidden from view, Tarzan watches as a small boat bearing three men pulls to shore. The ape man for the first time is seeing beings of his own time. His first impulses would drop down the tree, run down to the beach to greet them, but the shyness of a wild thing keeps him motionless, staring from his retreat. Fangle, the giant Chinese whose eyes are dead and unblinking as a serpent, and the sly cockney gates are rowing the heavy boat. In the bow sits Captain Placey, his weather-beaten face amassed. Tarzan watches the men beach the boat and start walking slowly down the shore looking for something. Tarzan follows them, swinging slowly, silently from branch to branch, in the wooded fringe which separates the jungle from the shore. Studying the first of his fellow men that he has ever seen, Tarzan takes a liking to the captain. The other two, he despises. They sleep behind the tall men as two cowardly hyenas following a sick lion. Tarzan's mind is in a chaos of curiosity. What are they looking? Then he sees the tall man reach down with a cry and pick up something green from the beach. The two others snatch it from his hand. They make sure Tarzan freezes. There will be a fight, two against one. Tarzan will go to the aid of the tall man. But if he's surprised, the tall man merely shrugs and turns about to return to the boat. Is he afraid, Tarzan wonders? They retrace their steps. The tall man is still ahead, followed by the copper man and the wheezing one. Tarzan follows them. His keen eyes see the wheezing man nod to the copper man and his eyes are like his stock, the snakes. The copper man slowly draws a long night from his waist. He stoops, then rushes up behind the tall man, tells to warn him, Tracy turns at the vehicle cry. The Chinaman's knife is descending on him. Tracy's fist shoots out. It lands on the oriental jaw. The knife descends, sketching his arm. But the blow has then fangled back so that the cruel blade is not plunged into his body. For a second, all three stand motionless. Then Gates dives at Tracy's legs. Captain Gates pulling them out. Gates groans, but touches the captain's legs. He goes down. Fangle jumps on the captain, patting both knees and his chest. Rages his knife. Tied, plunged into Grace's heart. Tarzan drops him a tree. Stashes down the beach toward the fighting men. The knife flashes downward.