 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 its associated stations. Jane and Tarzan, acting upon the advice of Lieutenant Darno, have succeeded in blowing up a section of the sacred temple cave of the Cannibal Tribe and have liberated Jane's father, Professor Porter, and his father. Re-attacked by the cannibals, they successfully beat off the attack and scale an almost perpendicular wall of rock to escape. They run into a lion's den with a blood-chilling roar, one of the brute's charges. Now, are you ready? Pull your breath! Take some steps from beyond the circle if the other's new mother lion leaps for the Englishman's back. Mr. Darno can raise his rifle, Tarzan springs. The eight-man lamp's full on the tawny brute's shoulders. One brown's arm reaches onto the dripping tarzan. Tarzan pulls the great head back. He holds it in a fight-like grip. Humor lunges forward, tries to throw the eight-man over his head, but Tarzan holds on. Now the infuriated brute throws itself on the ground. Snapping Tarzan towards it, deeming Frank to raise Tarzan's shoulder as they roll on the ground. Darno raises his rifle. He's uncertain what to do. Tarzan and the lion move too quickly to get the Frenchman a chance to weigh him. Again, Numer bounds to his feet. Tarzan still pulls the tawny mane in iron fingers. Philander rushes forward, pulls Clayton out of the way. Tarzan has his back out. He pulls Numer's head back. Back, farther, farther. Numer gasps for breath. Again, the lion rises on his torches. Now Tarzan raises his arm. Deeming Clayton plashes down. Again, and again, cold fighting steel sinks into the lion's side. The great head sags. The yellow eyes glaze him dead. Numer is dead. Tarzan leaps aside as the lion slumps to the ground. He has no eyes for the group. Again, he's one of the tribe of Kerchak, one who has made his kill. Was it Dave? You're all right. That lion scratched your shoulder. I'm all right. Yes, yes. Look at Clayton. I, I, I'm seeing things. No, no, Daddy. That wasn't your fever. You really saw it. Are you all right, Clayton? Yes, I think so. But shaking in the knees, I didn't see the, the bruise at all. Of course, Clayton. Now sit down. Rest. Tarzan. Yes. We must get the fire going. That will keep the lions off. And lie down and rest all of you. Tarzan and I shall keep watching. But I can't rest, Lieutenant. I'm all upset. And I know Daddy's fever is getting worse. Now, Memoiselle Jean, you have been wonderfully do not break now. I won't, Lieutenant. I won't. And as for your father's fever, it is characteristic that it should be worse at night. Some more canine would be in the morning. All right. Here, Archimedes. Thanks, Philander. I, I really am dazed already with taking so much of the stuff. I guess my nerves are about gone. Everything is dancing, swimming for my eyes and coming close to the fire. In fact, everyone moves as close as he can for once, but mostly so that Tarzan and I can keep an eye on everybody. Really, Dono, I don't see how you and Tarzan can keep watch all night. You must be as tired as anyone. Can't I share the watch? No. Tarzan, not tired. Well, I admit that I am tired, but by no means sleepy. However, Monsieur Philander, if I feel that I must rest, I promise that I shall awaken you. All right. By the way, there's no reason why we shouldn't have a little coffee. Always a good stimulant. There's nothing left to eat, but coffee might help a lot. Hey, what old chap is our English friend by say? My excellent statistician, Philander. Will you make it or shall I? I'll make it. By the way, my water bottle's empty. Well, voilà. Take mine. Thanks. Any better yet, Monsieur Clayton? All right. I think I'll be all right. You know, I feel like a perfect fool. No, you should not feel that way. After all, you know it. Oh, yes, I know. I know. Being chipped by a lion isn't a nice experience. Being rescued by our eight friend doesn't help. Listen to me, Clayton. Well, you have a bad felt of fever. Ah, yes, but you have. Now, one of the best ways to shake off fever is to take things easily. Do not allow yourself to become so excited. Well, I'm doing my best. No, you are not. Not doing your best. You're too good, a man, to waste your energy getting angry about Tarzan. Hey, stop, Dono. I'm sick and tired of hearing the fellow's name. Maybe you are. Maybe so. But you are not improving your standing with them was eljain by those outbursts. Now listen to me, Dono. There are some things I won't describe. There are limits to which even friends such as we are. But those have done them all. I shall speak no further. Hey, Bien, how is the coffee, Mr. Belanier? Just about ready. Here it is. You, Dono, hold the cups. Right. That was eljain. Thank you. Monsieur le professeur. I think Danny is asleep. Oh, good. Then you take this one, Monsieur Clayton. Right. If we tarzan. What is it? It's called a tarzan. It will warm you up. Try it, Dono. Monsieur Tarzan has never drunk coffee. No, look at it. Tarzan has never tasted good food. Tarzan, you will have to get used to eating food cooked by fire. Take the coffee. All right, then. One for you, Dono. One for me. But that is good, Monsieur Belanier. It does get the spot. Like a tarzan. No, Jane. It's hot. Tarzan never drank hot water before. Tarzan, look. There. A pair of eyes cleaning at us. I don't think he will come closer. He's too close now for comfort, Tarzan. You want to shoot? I do not want to. But if he comes any closer, I'm going. If he comes any closer, I will shoot an arrow. Gun makes too much noise. Correct, Tarzan. I do not want to make any more noise than necessary. I mean, there is no use in attacking the blacks here if it can be avoided. It's. It's moving. It does seem to be moving closer. Oh, thank goodness. We've turned the sign. Numa very hungry or very angry. Certainly not afraid. Imagine that brute daring to come right into the light of this fire. Arno, look down into the hollow there. What do you see? White ashes of light. Torches. Now, blacks. Yes, looking for us. Don't thank the common, Ganny. We'll try to come up here now. How we could easily pick them off if they did come. There is only that one narrow gas in the rock. No, I do not think they will try. Couldn't they work their way around? I mean, on the outside, it would take one day. No, no, no. They will come the other way if they come up at all. I don't seem to be able to get any rest. I know I'm childish, but I have a horrible fear. But, my dear young lady, you have been truly magnificent. You have shown, how shall I say, remarkable courage. It is not surprising that now comes this reaction. But it isn't that. Oh, I don't know what it is. Surely, nothing can happen that would be a better worse than yet all I can't throw off is this mothering feeling of impending danger. Jungle fever. Night. Cold. Numer. Havor. Jungle feeling, Jane. Oh, I wish I felt that way, Tarzan. But no, it isn't that. It's something you don't know. Something you've never seen. A cold, unravelling parent. A stark fear that will not be foreshadowed. A horrible cold to nothing than this. Oh, no, no, no. There was Jane here. Drink this. There. That's better. See, the others are asleep. Oh, I wish I could be. There, there. Now, do not worry. If you would rather talk, then talk. I think a few more sticks on the fire. Now, is that better, Jane? No, it's definitely... Yes, soundly. No, you're both frightfully good fellow. You've never once thought of yourself. Everything, everything you've done has been from me, your daddy. No, no, it was Jane, a beg of you. If you must talk, then let it be some other topic of conversation. But I feel that I must talk. Oh, I've been so disappointed in Cecil. I did hope that... Oh, well, you kind of understand. I understand. Before Cecil was a different Tarman Ganny. I know, yes. Before, like Newman. Now, not like Newman. I see, but Tarzan do not forget. Mr. Plato is not in his right mind. And if his constitution had not been what it is, he would have died. What do you tell him? I know what you would say. You are going to coach your father-home, Mr. Faranda. But, my dear young lady, the stronger a man is, the more this accursed African fever grips him. No, no, no. Forget Mr. Plato's recent actions. But when he is well, he will be sorry. Yes, I suppose you're right. It was that... It was Sheeta. Perhaps he has made a kill. Oh, I ought to be used to the jungle nights by now, but oh, they are always so horrible. And then, then his feeling that something terrible is going to happen to him. Oh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't speak of it. You've had so much to bear yourself, Lieutenant. But I just had to talk to someone. No, no. Nothing will harm you, Jane. I am here. It is a threat, that's something for which not even you can save me. It makes me calm over the threat. Oh, what a treat I shall deal with the fire, ma'am. There. There. Is that not now, Petia? Yes. Yes, the light is as welcome as the warmth. Oh, it's so dark. So dark out there. Oh, look. Look. Look at Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. Oh, Daddy. Daddy, it's time. Daddy, look at me. Speak to me. Oh, Daddy. Daddy. Don't leave me. Don't leave me, Daddy. Daddy. Daddy, don't leave me. Don't leave me, Daddy. Will Professor Porter's collapse delay the party's return to the hut so that they may miss the cruiser? And what about the cruiser? Can it be possible that it has been...