Congo Page #2

- I don't know, Peter.

She wants to go home.

Peter, you did a great job. You taught a

gorilla to talk, to paint, for gosh sakes.

When it comes to Amy, you can get a grant

for anything except setting her free.

How about this. I taught her,

now she can teach them.

- Who?

- The mountain gorillas.

We can translate

what other animals are saying.

Oh, please. Making you Dr. Doolittle?

There isn't a foundation in motion that would

fund an expedition with that objective.

I will pay.

- I will pay for Amy to go home.

- And who are you?

Herkermer Homolka. Formerly of Romania.

Free now of the chains of Ceaucescu.

Traveling the world, doing good.

- A Romanian philanthropist?

- Herkermer Homolka.

- Something's voodoo.

- Don't look a gift horse in the mouth.

I don't think it's penetrating.

We're taking Amy home. Get packed.

Do you know where we're going?

Amy, where are we going?

- Jungle. Me jungle.

- She's really excited.

- Are you excited?

- Me? I'm terrified.

- Jungle.

- Safari? I don't even like picnics. Nice glasses.

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Jungle. Me jungle.

- That's right. Jungle. Home.

- Tickle me. Tickle me.

Come on, time to go.

Someone looking for me?

Herkermer Homolka, hello.

Uh, the transport.

Oh, yeah. Um...

- ls there a problem?

- Not unless there's a problem.

Are you excited, sweetheart? That's a

camera. Be careful, it's expensive.

I think she's got a real eye.

- Karen Ross. Professor Karen Ross.

- Professor Peter Elliot.

- Doctor.

- Doctor.

Have you got my faxes,

Fed Exes and phone calls?

- I'm sorry, you're the one.

- Yes, I'm the one.

We've put together a hasty expedition.

To the Congo, with a talking gorilla.

- Jungle me. Jungle. Tickle Amy.

- That's right, jungle. Just a minute, Amy.

- I'm sorry... I'm afraid that's impossible.

- I need to join up with you.

- Excuse me.

- Yeah?

- I have all the visas.

- Go ahead and load this stuff on the plane.

- We're taking this stuff off the plane.

- Off the plane?

- I can pay part of the cost.

- Why take stuff off the plane?

- I'm sorry, we don't need any money.

- You're flying way under capacity.

You can easily find room for me.

- It's not a matter of that. It's Amy.

- Ugly woman.

- The gorilla?

- She gets jealous very easily.

Somebody tell me

why you're unloading the plane.

- Talk to the operations guy.

- Can't you tell me?

- No.

- I've gotta get on this plane.

I've got to be listed with your manifest,

or my visas are worthless. Name your price.

I don't have a price. I'm not a pound

of sugar, I'm a primatologist.

Don't be hasty, Dr. Elliot.

Herkermer Homolka,

formerly of Romania.

- Dr. Karen Ross.

- There seems to be some glitch.

- They're unloading the plane.

- Yes.

Unfortunately there has been

a slight interruption in my credit flow.

- I am unable to pay for the fuel.

- I'll pay for the fuel.

- I'll pay for it. How much is the fuel?

- Fifty-six thousand dollars.

Fifty-six thousand?

What are you smiling about?

You need me, Dr. Elliot.

Taxi to

runway, three-one left.

This is your captain speaking.

- Hey.

- We've been cleared for take-off.

Please make sure that your seat belts

are fastened and that all carry-on...

We're returning her to the jungle

from whence she came.

From the look of it, not a moment too soon.

- You're the reason she's upset.

- Me? What did I do?

- Ugly woman.

- Yes, very ugly.

Now let's get your seat belt on.

Forgive me. I'll explain later.

See? I'm buckling my seat belt.

- We're all buckling our seat belts.

- You can do it.

That's it. Good girl. Here's an egg.

Unh.

We do not throw things.

- ls that animal dangerous?

Humans are dangerous,

gorillas are very gentle.

So you think the gorilla

may be dangerous? Maybe so.

- Don't perpetuate a myth.

- What myth?

The King Kong myth,

the myth of the killer ape.

- Are you certain there aren't gorillas that kill?

- Please, doctor. You can't be serious.

What's your area of expertise,

folk singing?

- Communications technology.

- You're a geek with a cell phone.

I'm a scientist. But you

and your protg...

as far as I can see,

belong in the circus.

Listen, just because you came up with

a wad of cash at the crucial moment...

It's okay, Amy.

Where ground?

- Where ground?

- It's fine. We're flying.

- We're going to the jungle.

- Amy want green drop drink.

- No.

- Amy want green drop drink.

All right, all right.

You'd swear they were married.

The notion of the "killer ape" may be politically

incorrect, but that's not to say it's untrue.

I can't believe what I'm hearing.

Cliches usually contain some

element of truth.

- Are you serving that ape a martini?

- She's allowed one. It'll calm her down.

In my life I have heard

many a bizarre story.

Many a bizarre story

containing bizarre truth.

Dr. Ross, I'm sorry I called

you ugly, but if I didn't...

I know, it was for Amy's benefit.

- Can I ask you something?

- Sure.

Why teach an ape to talk?

Why teach at all? Why teach anything

to anyone? It doesn't make you rich.

Doesn't get you girls.

Why did Prometheus steal fire

only to turn around and give it away?

There's an inherent generosity

in the human spirit.

One of its faces is the

face of the teacher.

I repeat, why teach an ape to talk?

- No practical reason.

- Then why did you do it?

"A lonely impulse of delight."

- William Butler Yeats.

- Very good.

- Did it work?

- What do you mean?

You're not lonely anymore?

Why are you going to Africa?

To find something I lost.

- There you go. Watch your step.

- Dr. Ross!

- Dr. Ross!

- Hello?

Eddie Ventro. Mr Travis asked me

to meet your plane, set up your expedition.

- Her expedition? She's just along for the ride.

- Whatever. Be an a**hole.

- Who is this guy?

- Eddie Ventro, transportation and equipment.

But I don't supply a**holes with new

personalities. Wanna see your new plane?

Let's go! Hold on.

- Wanna sell that gorilla?

- No.

- Worth a lot of money.

- How much?

- Mr. Homolka, I can't believe you.

- I'm just curious.

Twenty, twenty-five grand for a female.

- Amy want to go home. Go home.

- I'm taking you home, Amy.

Whoa, a talking gorilla! I feel the money hairs

on the back of my neck going woo, woo, woo.

Mr. Travis told me to load you up. The

works. You know how to use all this stuff?

- I'll get by.

- You really need a balloon?

No, I don't. Let me see that.

- Who are they?

- Hi, fellas!

F*** if I know. Don't ask.

We're on our third government in two years.

- So are you our guide?

- No, I stay at the airport.

Supposing you got Monroe Kelly.

- Is he good?

- He's very good. He's also very late.

Whoa.

- Holy sh*t, now what?

- What was that?

Haven't got a clue. I feel like

this airport's just gone to sh*t.

- All right, give me your passports.

- We already arranged for a guide.

- Robertson Reynolds.

- Yeah, I fired him.

- You what?

- Reynolds is a bird-watcher.

- I hired Robertson Reynolds.

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