 Tarzan and the Diamond of Arshere. Since the death of Seth Clayton, Tarzan has assumed the Grey Stoke estates fortune and title. In the French-African port of Loango, Tarzan and Arno meet the father and sister of the missing archaeologist Brian Gregory, for who Tarzan is later mistaken by Atan Tom and his companion, a mysterious woman known as Margaret. Tom tries to get possession of a map showing the location of Arshere, a forbidden city which he believes Tarzan has. The Gregories know the ape man only as Lord Grey Stoke and question him regarding Tarzan who has been recommended to them by Lord Tennington as being the only man in Africa to help them. Withholding the fact that he himself is the man for whom they have inquired, the ape man promises to present Tarzan to them at breakfast next morning. As the scene opens, we find Tarzan and Arno preparing to descend to the breakfast room. Hello, Amunami. I would not miss this morning for all the gold and opal. Why not? Have you forgotten our breakfast engagement with Monsieur Amunazel Gregory? Oh, that. That, to me, Lord Grey Stoke will be very amusing when they meet Tarzan. But you have been out this morning already while I slept? Yes, I've been to the hospital again. L'Altasque has definitely disappeared. So, and what about the dead man we found in Tasque's bed? L'Oriental. No identification on him and nobody knows him. Very dear. And what are the women, Magra and Tom? Both van it. Sure. What do you think? I don't know. I would certainly like to understand the connection between Ben Gregory, Magra and Tom. Do you suppose they could have been on friendly terms at one time? No doubt about that, at least as far as Magra is concerned. Tom spoke last night as though I, or rather Brian Gregory, had been in this city of Archer. Had seen a diamond which he called the father of diamonds and escaped. And did he mention the talking apes? Yes. He called us share the place of the talking apes. Tarzan, have you ever heard of such a tribe of apes in Africa? To me, they are all talking apes. The language of the apes of Kerchak is understood by men you the monkey as well as by Borgani, the gorilla. And that note, when Ami sent you by Magra, simply a means of getting you up to that room, eh? I've been thinking about that. Why should she do that then try to help me later? Why, I don't know. Woman, the eternal enigma, she is strangely contradictory at times. But, if you are ready, we shall join the Moselle Korean or father. Very charming young lady, Moselle Gregory. Yes, I suppose she is. Ah, bien. Let us go then. They are probably awaiting us. Do you think this man Tarzan will take charge of the Gregory Safari? I've been thinking about that too, Darno. Those people know nothing about the jungle. It would be murder to let them go alone, especially since Tennington and Hazel sent them to me. Yet, I suppose they could get competent guides with your help. Who would desert them probably at the first opportunity or sign of trouble? Ah, we, there is always that possibility. Ah, our friends are already at table. Good morning. Good morning. Good morning. Good morning. Good morning. Good morning. What's happened to our friend Tarzan, the tenant? Lord Graystove promised to have you for breakfast. And Lord Graystove, Moselle has kept his word. He is here. Permette-moi. Moselle Monsieur Gregory to present my very good friend Tarzan. Why? Why, Lord Graystove? What? You, Lord Graystove? Tarzan? So you are Tarzan himself, are you? No wonder Tennington and his wife appear to be amused. Well, well. So you are Tarzan. Sit down, gentlemen. Sit down. Oh, how can you ever forgive me, Lord Graystove? I thought Tarzan was a native. You don't need to apologize. It's no insult to be taken for a native of Africa, because I am just that. And last night, well, I couldn't spoil Tennington's fun. I enjoyed it myself. It was very amusing, Moselle. I almost gave it away last night when you mentioned Tarzan. Tarzan. Tarzan. It sounds nice as though it might have a meaning. What does it mean, Lord Graystove? It means white skin, Miss Gregory, in the language of the great of a certain tribe of jungle inhabitants. Tarzan. White skin. Is that what the natives call you? Yes, in certain parts of Africa. Oh, tell me. How did you get the name? It was given me by my foster mother. My name is John Clayton. Oh, that's interesting. Your foster mother was... A native of Africa, Miss Gregory. She was the only mother I ever knew. She gave her life for me. Oh, I'm sorry. Forgive me, I... Of course. But, Moselle Gregory, you have reconsidered about going into the jungle with your father? No, not at all, Lieutenant. I'm going with dad. Why, he couldn't get along without me. That question's definitely settled. Hello. That is that, Moselle. I am going into the interior, Gregory. If you like, I'll take charge of your expedition. As Tarzan? As Tarzan. That's fine. If you really mean that, you're true. I'll appreciate it. I'm new at all this. Having the faintest idea of how or where to begin. How are we going to know you, though, as Lord Graystove or Tarzan? In the jungle, Miss Gregory, I am known only as Tarzan. Then Tarzan shall be. Somehow, it seems more in keeping with the spirit of the jungle. Tarzan, Gregory, a gentleman. Wolf and Larsen are in the lobby. Oh, yes, a couple of guides Mitchell hired to get our supplies and equipment. Whether we take them or not, it's up to you, Graystove. Both experts, and they know the jungles. And the men. Right, how? Just a moment, Mitchell. What have you done about bears? Oh, that's all arranged. They'll be waiting for you at Monger, prepared for an immediate start. Now, if you gentlemen will excuse me, I have several things to buy, and I know you'll want to talk business alone. I'll get one of the hotel boys to go with you, daughter. I don't like the idea of your traipsing around by yourself. If Memozel will permit me. Oh, but I mustn't impose, Lieutenant. No imposition, Memozel. Part 2. I shall be sharp. No, all right. Come on, then. We'll see you later. Fine fellow, that Frenchman. He is more than that. I'm active duty here, is he? Yes, the African Coastal Service, usually. But right now he's waiting for a ship to take him back to France. Ah, good morning here, Gregory. I became to tell you that the equipment and supplies are ready for shipment. Good morning, Wolf. Larsen, good morning. We're all set, then? Yeah. That's fine. This is Mr. Tarzan. He's taking charge of our expedition. Desperate me. He's been pleased to meet you. You men know the Belgian Congo above the junction of the U-Bank and Congo Rivers? Yeah, sure. He was up there three times on safari. Yeah, I know that country. Are you partners? Well, we've never traveled together. If that's what you mean. Well, as long as you've already been hired, it's settled. We leave for Banga as soon as possible. Yeah, sure. Well, I am ready to go on an hour's notice. Meanwhile, in an obscure corner of a dingy coffee shop, Tolman-Laltasque are digesting certain hues which the farmer had just heard that morning. I believe Wolf will verify, my guess, they are going to the Congo into Belgian territory. It was difficult to buy, Wolf. And we follow you and I. You and I, yes. Magra and Wolf will be with the Gregory expedition. Between them, they should get the map. I believe Magra will be able to join them. What excuse will she give? That is her affair. If she fails, there will still be Wolf. I've offered him enough money to ensure his loyalty and he knows the country. Here he comes, saying nothing about last night. Well, Mr. Tom, it is agreed, definitely, that I go with the Gregory expedition. Sit down. Where are they going? North of the Eupengas junction with the Congo. Belgian territory? Yeah, at least Tarzan asked me if I knew the country. Who is he? He is the man in charge of the Gregory outfit. He's a stranger to me. He got the job I was figuring on. Why would Gregory who knows that country so well be someone else in charge of his safari? If that old cook knows the Belgian Congo, I am a Chinaman. Lord, you say Gregory is an old man? He's 60 if he's a day old, fresh from the state. This is his first trek into the blue. And there was no one else with Gregory? His son perhaps when you spoke to him, huh? His son? Why, that's what he's going into the jungle for. To look for trace of his lost son. The young fellow disappeared a year ago up into that country. His lost son. Very interesting. When are they leaving? They will leave by tonight's river steamer for Longa. Safari will start from there. They seem to be in somewhat a hurry to leave Longa. Wherever. Wolf, there will be a woman on that steamer tonight from whom you will take your orders. She will make herself known to you through the word Akkesh. She will lend you what help she can in locating and gaining possession of the map. Without a devil am I going to get a map from a man who is not on the boat or be doubtful. Gregory's son, the man for whom they are supposedly searching will be on that boat wolf. He will very probably remain out of sight until they leave the steamer for the jungle. He will have the map. I see. Then the young fellow is not lost. What's the game, Tom? It is enough for you to know that by bringing me that map you will receive for your work 1,000 pounds. Oh, that map must be pretty valuable if you are willing to pay 1,000 pounds for it. But is it treasure, maybe? You are laboring under a tempting delusion, Wolf. No, it is not treasure. We are all archaeologists seeking the forbidden city of Asher. That map shows its location. I merely want the honor of being its discoverer. That is all. Well, I've never heard of any significant name of Asher. But one never knows what to expect in Africa. You know young Gregory? I don't, I know him very well. You might describe him. Then I would know him when I see him. And Gregory is tall, strong as a water buffalo and dark. He can, when occasion demands, move with the speed and grace of a leopard. He has a broad white scar on his forehead. What? That is so Gregory. The choke is on you, Tom. Exactly, you have to describe Tarzan. Tarzan? Listen, both of you. I see through the scheme. A moment ago, Wolf, you asked me what the game was. I shall tell you. Brian Gregory tries to conceal his true identity under the assumed name of Tarzan because he realizes that I know he has the map of Asher and that he is outfitting to go there. And does he know that you want him? Yes. He also knows that once it is in my hands, his life is not worth that. You are sure he is Brian Gregory, the old man's son? You heard me say so, did you not? Oh, I heard you say so. Well... Magra is a clever woman. She will get the map by strategy if possible. If she fails, then you, Wolf. But until the map is in your hands, no bloodshed. Mark that. Yeah, I understand. But you, Tom, mark this. I do not mind putting someone out of the way for a price, but I must be sure it is the right man. You are taking orders from me, Wolf. Those orders will be obeyed to the letter. Or this is your...