 Tarzan of the Apes, 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, coming to you over the world broadcasting system and associated stations. Tarzan has rescued Jane from the pirates, and believing that her own people are not capable of protecting her, he has taken her to the jungle with him. Her father and his party, in trying to rescue Jane, have themselves been captured by the pirates. Lieutenant Darno, however, tricks one of the pirates into taking him to the edge of the jungle, and from there, Darno makes a break for freedom. Now, are you ready? Hold your breath. We never should have let Darno try to get away. No, no, Philander. If he hadn't wanted to get me out, he never would have tried it. No, no, Professor. He wanted to get us all out of the clutches of these pirates. Phil, I blame myself. I blame myself entirely. Bring him along. I am up to that freedom. Are you hurt, Clayton? No, no, I'm all right. A few bruises, but perfectly sound. Darno, get not a word, Professor. Not a word. Sir, Lieutenant Ronald. Today, that lot of good that'll do him. While I'm in back here, for you can say Jack Robinson. He got away? Yes, Professor. Now, don't say anything more. Oh, yes. You'll talk. I'll see to that. Now, Professor, what do you know about this here, runner? Why, nothing, Snipes. No. How about you, Philander? Why, should I know anything about it? Oh, no. You're all as innocent as a lot of ruddy land. Come on. Whoever tells me something will save himself a bunch of trouble. Ah, come on, you guys. You might as well tell Snipes what this is all about. Or I'll start working on you myself. Well, there's nothing to tell. Nothing at all to tell. Darno tried to escape, that's all. Eh, what were you doing on? You wasn't trying to get away, was you? Oh, no. I? Why? I was only... Ah, come on. Come on. You was what? I was trying to get Darno to come back. I knew you'd try to shoot him. Yes. And what was King doing out there with Darno? None of us know that. Darno and King? Yes, yes, yes, yes. That's right. I remember now. Darno wanted to, he wanted a drink of water. A drink of water. A drink of water! Ah, you blokes of the rottenest liars I ever seen. King. Well? Don't suppose you know anything. No, I don't. Well, what was you doing out there, away from your duty? Well, you see, Lieutenant Darno wanted a drink. And you had to take him into the jungle for that. Listen here, Carlos. I am a conductor of the theory investigation. And I'll do it my own way. See? Well, get on with it. Get on with it. Now, King, you might as well speak out. What was you going to get from the lieutenant? What do you mean? Get down. I know you wasn't going out there to get no drink. What was he going to tell you? Nothing. What did you take me for? An idiot? Speak up now and speak fast. I'm tired of talking to you. I ain't telling you nothing. Oh, yeah, ain't I? To see this year revolver in the end, I'll shoot you down where you stand but don't come through with it clean inside a 10-second- You murdering villager trap you. Ah, now, since shooting him snives, say there is other ways of making men dark. You keep your long nose out of this here, Carlos. Now, King, hurry up. Why, you blasted like a swamp. Back in the jungle, high in the great tree, Carlos Ann and Jane watch the jungle wake into a new day. With the changing light, the deep purple of the tree tops brightens into pools of vivid green. The waking monkeys jibber and chatter as they start their daily round of endless keepers. Overhead, the brightly flumed jungle birds screech and whistle as they wheel and circle about their nests. Arzan looked at Jane. See, Jane? It's fair, right? Yes, Arzan. Although I've seen it a hundred times, it still thrills me. The jungle's dawn. Arzan likes the jungle dawn. Arzan likes the jungle all the time. I understand, Arzan. If I were as much at home in the jungle as you are, I would love it too. Jane at home in the jungle now? Oh, no, no, Arzan. I've gotten over my fear of it in many ways. But I can't exactly say that I'm at home here. Arzan is hungry. Jane hungry? Let's get some fruit and eat. Can we do that on the way to the hut? Jane, want to go to hut now? Yes, right away. I should have gone to look after daddy a long time ago. All right. Holding Jane easily in one arm, the ape man swings from the crotch of the tree and a few death catchers gains the lower jungle terrace and rapidly carries Jane toward the hut. Far below them and out of their sight, a stumbling figure makes its way through the matted wall of vines and creepers. It is dawn now. In the darkness, he has lost his way. But the coming of dawn has gotten his bearings and is now pushing rapidly forward in the direction of the little trail that he knows leads to the river and the cabin. Arzan speeds toward a giant tree at the edge of the clearing. He stops. Look, Jane. There is the hut. Yes. Let's go down to our then. I cannot see. See what? Nobody there. Why? Why, that's right. Why, there isn't a sign of life about the place. Where do you suppose they can be? Arzan does not know. Listen. What? Somebody is coming. Harmon Ganny. You hear a noise in the brush? Yes. I can't hear a thing. Let's go down. No. Wait a minute. We'll see who it is. Quietly Tarzan holding Jane sits within the shovels of the tree's waiting. Then Jane too begins to hear the thrashing in the brush that signals the approach of something. Someone. Suddenly from the margin of the forest, Darno steps into the clearing and quickly makes for the door of the hut. It's Lieutenant Darno, Tarzan. Lieutenant! Lieutenant! At the sound of Jane's voice, Darno stops in his tracks, turns and gazes up into the trees. Tarzan picks Jane up and drops rapidly to the ground. Together they run forward to greet Darno. Memo Zalgene. Monsieur Tarzan. Oh, Lieutenant. Where, Father, Mr. Philander and Cecil? They are at the pirate camp. Harmon Ganny takes father and others? Yes, Tarzan. We tried to patch up the small boat and go out to the arrow to help you when you rescued Memo Zalgene, but we smashed up the boat and the pirates captured us. But... Oh, we must go to them at once and rescue them. Exactement, Memo Zalgene. That is why I escaped. You escaped? May we? I tricked King, one of the pirates, but it is a long story. I will tell it all later. Harmon Ganny did not shoot, Darno? King had no time. You see, Snipes and the others were coming up from the beach. Clayton shouted something to me. King became confused and did not even fire at me. Oh, let us start back at once. We must try to help Father. But, of course, I came at once to the hut to get the rifle and ammunition and to find Tarzan if I could. He is worth a regime old. All right, get the rifle. I'll then have bow and arrows. Then we go quickly. We won't be a second Tarzan. Back at the pirate camp, King stands nursing a flesh wound in the arm while Snipes, smoking revolver in hand, stands threateningly over the injured mutiny air. Next time, I'll let your arid right till you black out. Now then, speak up. What were the lieutenants trying to give you? I'll tell you. I'll tell you, Snipes. But take your finger off that trigger. Well, that's habit then. Well, the lieutenant said he knew where the treasure was buried. He offered to show me the place if I had let him escape. So, you let him escape, did you? No, no. No, I didn't do that. So, help me, I didn't. Well, well, I was going to let him show me and then I was going to shoot him down and come and tell you, Snipes, where the treasure was buried. Did he show you where the treasure was? Oh, he did. But you'll let him get away anyhow. Well, I'll tell you. I was all turned around. All turned around, I'll tell you. What would you hollamin' at me from the beach and this guy here hollamin' to Dono that you was comin'? Then that lieutenant does know where the treasure is. Ah, rubbish. He doesn't know any more than these others. Did he ever say anything to you guys about where he hid the treasure? Certainly not. We have no idea where it can be. That's true, Snipes. None of us know any more than you do. I think he knows. Well, if he does, he knows a whole lot more than any of us. Ah, he just told King that story to get him out where he'd have a chance to duck out on us and blame the pedidant work it on King. All right. Then this here is what we've done. King, you go out and you'll find the fair lieutenant or you'll don't come back. What? You want me to go up and I'll chumble again? Go on, King. Beat it. Get going and go fast. Oh, by myself? Better send a couple of guys with him, Snipes, to see if they don't get double-crossed as a game. All right. Take my friend Phillips with you and sir, help me. If you come back here without that lieutenant, I'll scan you up against the tree. Next time I won't nick your arm, I'll let you have it right between the eyes. All right. All right. I'll go. I'll go. Come on. Coming through the jungle headed toward the mutineers camp, Jane, Tarzan, and Darno walk rapidly along the narrow jungle trail. Crashing through the brush from the opposite direction, secure in the belief that they have only Darno to deal with, come King and his mates. Suddenly Tarzan stops, pulls up his hand in warning to Jane and Darno. Someone coming, Tarzan. Yes. Jane and Darno, stay here. Tarzan going to the camp. Jane and Darno, stay here. Tarzan going to the trees and look. If it is some of the mutineers, Tarzan, you shout. And I come to help you. No, Darno, you stay here with Jane. Behind the tree. Tarzan will see who come. Darno, not leave Jane. What must you if they start to fight on us? No, Darno, stay with Jane. Tarzan, fight alone. Better that way. But this is really my fight. Tarzan is usually right, but it comes to what to do in the jungle, Darno. We'll stay here, Tarzan. Good. Tarzan go now. Suddenly, Tarzan swings his life muscular body up into the trees. Jane and Darno stand motionless, alert. Listening in the spot where Tarzan has left them. With a few rapid swings, Tarzan covers the intervening distance that separates him from the mutineers. He watches them approach, and then he drops soundlessly down through the branches and squats lightly upon a low branch under which the mutineers must pass. Silent, alert. He awaits their approach. On they come, stumbling forward, crashing through the vines and undergrowth. Bringing up the rear is King. His wounded arm stuck inside his shirt front. Tarzan rises to his feet. Swinging his grass rope, he leans far out over the trail. The leading mutineer is almost under the tree. With a quick glance, Tarzan gauges the distance. The eight-man's arm flashes out. The rope uncoils, straightens, settles over the mutineer's shoulders. Before the man could call out, Tarzan pulls the rope toward him. At the screen, King looks up, sees his comrade disappearing into the foliage. Look, look. But even as King shots, Red's body comes hurtling down from the trees with an oath King raises his revolver and levels it at Tarzan. Has King shot hit Tarzan? Well done.