 Tarzan of the apes from the novel by Edgar Rice Burroughs, with Mr. James H. Pierce as Tarzan and Mr. Round Burroughs as Jane Porter. This is an American gold seal production coming to you over the world broadcasting system and associated stations. When Tarzan learns that Jane Porter, whom he has learned to care for, is a prisoner aboard the pirate ship, he swims alone to the ship, releases her, and succeeds in swimming ashore with her. Convinced that her own people cannot take care of Jane, Tarzan takes her into the jungle with him. Meanwhile, Professor Porter and his party and trying to rescue Jane have been wrecked on a reef and all attacked by the pirates. While in the jungle, Tarzan hears a call for assistance from his tribe, the great apes, and goes to the rescue. Now, are you ready? Hold your breath. Holding Jane firmly in his one free arm, Tarzan speeds along the jungle terrace. The apes cries of change from anger and surprise to fear and consternation. And Jane feels Tarzan's speed increase with every death-defying swing or breathtaking leap. Branches bend in grief. South oozes from trailing vines as Tarzan wings his way deeper and deeper into the jungle past. Only Jane's supreme confidence in the ape man's ability keeps her from calling out when, in some dizzy swinging arc, she looks down, down to the shaded depths, a hundred feet below. Are we almost there, Tarzan? Yes, Jane. Hold on. Now we go below. Shooting the action to the word Tarzan drops down through the matted and twisted screen of violent creeper. Jane opens her eyes as she feels Tarzan land on the moss-strewn jungle floor. There are crows, fangs, baird and dripping sheath of the leopard. And between his braced four legs, a baby ape. Ranged in a circle, afraid to draw closer, the great ape watched the huge cat. Sheath of the fine hairs on the nape of his neck bristling stands tense. If he lowers his head to pick up the baby ape, the tribe of Tarzan will rush him. If he turns back under the cross, he's a force of his prey. Following his prior challenge, Tarzan leaps across the intervening space. Sheath of the curved his lips back, opens his flipping door and roars the fire. Tarzan, Tarzan, Tarzan! That cat like Tarzan, Tarzan, Tarzan! The ape away while he kills sheath. The leopard points at the swimmer. Tarzan ruffles pregnant for the spring. Tarzan leaps, comes down for him, he's doing it. Tarzan's night rises and falls. Sheathah holds an agony of the red-hot scabbing pain, shoots into his body, sinks into Sheathah's side with a scream. Sheathah tags limp. Tarzan rises to his feet, places his foot on the carcass, beats his chest with fresh pits, and gives the victory cry of the bullies that has made his tail. Oh, great Sheathah. Sheathah's too quick. Yes, I understand. Sheathah leaps like stumb dums. But what is stumb dums? Tarzan shakes his head. I ask you to regime the wild, weird, post-eating dance of the apes. This beyond the megapower of their English vocabulary. Again the apes urge about their leader. They leave the tribe and head in the direction of the clearing and the hut. Strrianded on the coral reef by the foundering of their small boat, the packing under Lieutenant Don bin D'Arna Ou al staging the best defence they can. We found more ammunition. I haven't anything. Feel your unpack then? Find them sea-spiny for the moment until they get cross-air. I couldn't restrain my curiosity. Oi! You'd love to bang you up. Perhaps we'd better give up and trust to their mercy. Trust nothing, we must fight on, Monsieur. I particularly would like to drop that right-faced knife. I shall be guided entirely by the choice of the majority. And then, force the issue first. Without ammunition, Dono. Come closer for a penalty. All right, button of your tricks. What time shall I make, Monsieur? Quickly before they arrive. Affirm, can you make a mean, don't you, Dono? Sure, if they will take us ashore. Why, even pirates! Will you do anything you do, Dono? Here they are. Well, I'll know. What are your terms, Snipes? What do you expect? To take us ashore first. That'll all right, don't I? Just what do you mean by that? I don't like the way you say it. I... I see it. No arguments. I've said your name. There is that. Well... Listen here, Snipes. I advise you to keep a civil tongue in your head. Easy, Clayton, easy. We're in a bad situation. No use making it worse at the moment. And one thing more, I must request of you, Snipes. And then... Swap! Very well, Captain Snipes. There is one thing I must request of you, however. Professor Porte must be excused from any physical labor. No, no, I insist upon carrying my share of the burden. Hush, Archimedes. You're in no fit physical condition to work. Well, we'll fear about that when we get much stronger. And furthermore, I must request of you. I'll buy it down. How is this guy to be making conditions? Yeah, that's right. Come on, all of you. Get into the boat. We'll take your sword. Look here, Snipes. One word all you, mister. And you'll get some flumin' antelode on. That's too much. Let me do to me. You rusted, leaky, both of theirs out toward the arrow. Say, did you guys get the dame? No. Snipes just scared off came aboard us and jumped overboard with a dame. Gosh, I don't want to make that guy any more. You have, monsieur. Shall we continue our fondly? This ain't no parley. I'm telling you what to do. Perhaps Tarzan can help us, Lisa. There ain't going to be no late. You're going to dig up the old coast if necessary. But I'll have that treasure. Then what happens to it after we have found the treasure? Oh, so you know where the treasure is? No, no, no. You mistake me. I mean it. Oh, never mind what the old joke means. If he knows, so much for better. Besides the whole gang, a lot I can dig in. And if they don't, if we find the treasure, I suppose we'll receive our share. You see, I have a great responsibility. You're out of here. What? Say, boys, didn't you? Off to your find and your van, boss, you'll do. Brave man, aren't you, Snipes? I told you if you drop that gun when we get a shot, I'll break every body and sleep for heaven's sake. No violence until Darno has a chance but he hasn't been able to do anything so far. Get down back there. I don't want to hear no more. Fullway, he gets to the top of the next wave. Got the little hut in the clearing. Tarzan and Jane emerge from the jungle. Why, Tarzan, the hut looks deserted. Father Clayton, other's not here. No, it looks that way. Tarzan, no. If Tarman and Gany stay here. Yes, of course. You can catch that stem spore. I'd forgotten that for the moment. Jane, go inside? Yes, but pal in the corner. Not come back since Tarzan, go to boat on feet. You mean they haven't been here since then? No. But you went alone, out to the ship. They didn't go. No, boat all broken. Then where can they be? Tarzan doesn't know. They must be down on the coast looking for me. Better not stay here, soon dark. Better go back to the jungle. Yes, Tarzan, you're right. I'd much rather be with you in the jungle than be here at the hut alone. Come then. Nothing here, Jane. No, all right. Just, what's that, Tarzan? That's the noise I heard once before when stuff of a lie was done by the head man. Dum-dum, little more, begin. The pulsing throb of the great ape's earthen drum penetrates to the farthest corner of the jungle. In the forest depths, the tribe of Kerchak gathers about the sacrificial mound of earth and twigs. And Tarzan, the jungle, once more claiming him for its own, sweeps Jane off her feet and starts off to join in the ceremony. Human, dum-dum, the Jane is to visit. And what of Clayton, Darna, and the other?