Jungle Book Page #3

Synopsis: Teenaged Mowgli, who was raised by wolves, appears in a village in India and is adopted by Messua. Mowgli learns human language and some human ways quickly, though keeping jungle ideas. Influential Merchant Buldeo is bigoted against 'beasts' including Mowgli; not so Buldeo's pretty daughter, whom Mowgli takes on a jungle tour where they find a treasure, setting the evil of human greed in motion.
Director(s): Zoltan Korda
Production: Gravitas
  Nominated for 4 Oscars. Another 1 win.
 
IMDB:
6.8
Rotten Tomatoes:
50%
APPROVED
Year:
1942
108 min
615 Views


Father Cobras?, what thought

I am the warden of the kings treasure

The great king of the stone above thee

That I must teach death to

those you come to steal

Three times the stone

has been lifted by thiefs

Look at thee feet, the thiefs that steal here

But I am not a thief

She isssss.

Oh no boy, its a wrong influence all spread

the others did so until I catch them

Then they went to the wild , then I shall kill

Kill him Mowgli

Kill him, dont be afraid look our

father cobra uses all this years his poison

Kill me, kill me, I am a shame

There's been too much talk about killing

Come Majala, we'll go now

keep that sealy treasure

But I'll take this

I could used to horn Rama with

Look at the ruby Mowgli

You can buy hundreds of villages with it

Buy boy thousands of villages,

take it with thee

But see that it will kill thee at last

Kill me this horn

Yes I am out fill with poison

But that ruby holds more

deaths that all my raids

It will kill, and kill and kill,

for killing sake

I strange straight up

but the stone will do my walk

It is the death, death, death,

but take it Mowgli and I will down thee

Nay father cobras I believe thee

We shall go as we came

It be wise till there not death with thee

May I take just one piece

keep it if you like

Get up lazy bones

I dreamed that I was a princess

In the city of the Great Maharaja

Get up, theres no farms in the great

and not rice here

But it was not a dream

I saw the great king city

Get on with you enough of this talk

Dream, this is no dream

Maybe I am dreaming

This is pure gold

Who gave you this my darling child

Why cobra...Cobra

Yes I did want the diamonds

Diamonds....or the big ruby

big ruby

This big...

This big....

Where, what nonsense is this

What is this run, this ruby

when did you go there

Who's gold is this Majala

The great king gold

In the treasure chamber in the king's palace

I told you Mowgli said I must keep

just this one....Mowgli

You have been in the jungle

I ask Mowgli took me there

but father you wont hurt him

I would not harm his skeen

but you must never let anyone

else know about this

none for Lavin old you hear, yes father

Good morning Buldeo

I..I..can't take now Buldeo

it would be at last another hour

Now wait a minute barber

There is no river between us

M..m... my poor leg

is the lumbago killing me

I can't go around with half my beard cut

This lumbago is terrible

I can hardly bend my Knee

What makes you tremble like

wash upon a line

Now you keep out of this Buldeo

if I...I...cut him he...he...don't have to pay

You want to cut me, ....no...no

now listen here Barber

I'm not a man to be show like a

sheep in a mist of a blood

Barber, ...I want....Barber

move your left foot

I said the left foot

L..l..left,.....this foot

Excuse me Buldeo you are

standing on my money

Your money, I saw it first

Is mine,

there not need to quarrel

There's enough for all

Where...Where?

In the lost city, in the jungle

you have found the treasure....Where!

You want to tell the all village

No word, my daughter

found it with the jungle boy

The Tiger is coming

Tiger...tiger

the tiger

Close the gate, close the gate

Little frog to the temple

No, not I, I have my tooth

Don't go

Wait, don't go, He will kill you

No, I'll shall bring back his yellow eye

Where is your son Messua

Where did he go

Stop him he's going after the tiger

Oh, that bragging of a child

don't be impatient Buldeo he'll be back

Suppose the tiger would kill him

what a tragic calamity

Oh no, we must save him,

we must bringing him back

How kind you all are to

conform this way

Really is a sweet boy

I knew you would come to love him

Love him I wish I had a boy like him

Don't worry if not back in a short time

I'll track him to the end of the earth.

I want to sleep

go away

I have to talk to you

Who are you

Can't you see Kha

What did the lord of the jungle say

We be one blood He and I

Become

It is a manling,

It's I, Mowgli, Kha

The little frog the one who

use to throw stones at me

I was a cub then Kha

You called me a flat head

Forgive me

For you are a wise, old, strong

and most beautiful Kha

True, I am beautiful

yes I am beautiful

Now that I am a man, I have a tooth,

I wish to pull our wishes up death

Straight one,

You know the all thing

I know that Shere Khan is cheer and eaten

And now sleeps by the bamboo

Tabaqui the jackal told me so

before he pass on

Tabaqui?...yes.... yes... here he is

How may I slay him master Kha

Hell kill you with one blow

Let us go up stream

Hold on little frog

Shere Khan is nothing but a big cat

And all cats fears the water

But Shere Khan will not

follow me in to the river

Since you are a man you short coming

If I made hungry Kha,

he follow me into the river

He will not catch you first

Thank you, wise of all

I'll wait for you here

Wish me good hunting old, wise,

strong and most beautiful Kha

Good hunting

Good morning Shere Khan

did I wake you up

Your hunt rug room

you straight cattle teeth

don't sneak away

Coward, you mengi yellow dog

Come back

Can't you jump, are you too old,

you frog eater, fish killer

I'll get you a high to day

No, no, I wont come dawn

You come up, to me

Get this, and this

Come on Shere Khan, catch me.

This is getting dangerous,

Yes maybe the tiger is waiting

for us in this tall grass

Alright, stay here

Shere Khan is death,

I have kill Shere Khan

What if he finds the boy,

You are right, we can no trust him

You go first and I protect your rear

You go first and I protect your rear, go on

By the wolf that bought me

I made a promise, a little promise,

only that coat is lacking before I keep my word

Come Shere Khan lend me your coat

You won't it anymore

You don't need to shoot

by there I kill him

Look at him, this is the end

of a very old war

Hm, you kill him

You fund him there

I kill him with my tooth,

he is mine.

Who are you to tell me what is yours

Get up boy

You took my daughter

to the jungle the last night

You took it to the lost city come on,

take to the treasure chamber

I will not take you Buldeo

The lost city is the city of death

The treasure is death,

I will never take you there

Come on jungle brat

Come on or I shoot you

Go ahead and shoot.

You scum of the wolf cave

I hope he didn't shoot to the boy

No, no thats a sign for us

Change by tall man and spare my life,

spare my life Mowgli.

I did not do you are really

think more than I heard boy

May I rise up and go away

My lord,

Get up

Go tell Messua that Mowgli revenge her man

He has kill Shere Khan and will

bring all miss yellow high

Maharaja

Look

Great king

Maharaja

Tell me the secret too. tell me too,

the feed is enough for three

You three old vultures, go back to your village

Yes master

My King where is the, the tresu

To the village

Here, here, you,

Did he tell you the secret

Where is the treasure

Don't try to cheat us the boy tell where to go

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Laurence Stallings

Laurence Tucker Stallings (November 25, 1894 - February 28, 1968) was an American playwright, screenwriter, lyricist, literary critic, journalist, novelist, and photographer. Best known for his collaboration with Maxwell Anderson on the 1924 play What Price Glory, Stallings also produced a groundbreaking autobiographical novel, Plumes, about his service in World War I, and published an award-winning book of photographs, The First World War: A Photographic History. more…

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