Jungle Book Page #4

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
644 Views


Boy in did,... didn't I tell you the

first time I saw him, he was a witch

I saw him with my own eyes

change in something to a black panther

Come on Buldeo, no tricks now

If you try to cheat us

will change in something

worst for I swear to you

Get on Bagheera stop the quarrel

The boy turn into a black panther before my eyes

He is a witch, I tell you

I must warm the village

Buldeo, I still think you lie

and soon find out

Come Shere Khan look at Buldeo

the mighty hunter

What I have done

Must purify his living soul,

get some braches for a fire

Remember he must have a chance to confess

Buldeo you are hearing,

bring here the boy

Well boy, which sort of devil you are,

you hear them, they are ready

One last choice, the secrets

or the fire

Buldeo, Buldeo, let me talk to him

Let me talk to him

Good, you talk to him

I will leave alone

He wont tell I think

we have to burn him

Then, we would never find the treasure

Will burn it but not now,

The boy will lead us to the lost city first

Natu, my little son,

why won't you tell them the secret

I'll never take them into the jungle

They will set you free,

free to live with me.

Live with you,

I have a mother jungle too

And these two things

fights together in me

Like the streams fights

together in the spring

I was a wolf,

The jungle cast me out

I am a man, the men picks me out

But you kill Shere Khan

you can go back to the jungle

Ah, you can be lord of the jungle

I have nowhere to go

but into the red flower, the fire

But it does not matter

The jungle will know from Bagheera

that I have kill Shere Khan

No, the jungle will know from you Mowgli

See here is your tooth

Mother

Watch, watch, watch

See them,

She's rescue him

Are you also too dam to see it

Of course, he escapes and then

we follow to the treasure

Thats right

You two go to the edge of the jungle

Wait there and mark his trail

Go

Your time is up

There is the mother witch who free him

Get's her

No, wait, wait

Messua is no witch

But Buldeo is a bad

Tie both of them,

until I return

Buldeo, he enter by this tree,

He never suspect it why let him escape

See

There is his trail

I'm freighting

There's nothing to be afraid of

We have our guns

Lets go, he can't be very far away

Listen brothers, I have planted

tracks for them to keep this villains

They will be here soon

Quiet you green black shadow

Quiet green brother

this is not our kill

I will be the Maharaja

I will be the priest of all the temples

I will have all the barbershops

Lets look for the treasure

You look over there

Look, I found it

I found it

He found it

Come on he found it, he found it

Wait for me, wait for me

he found it

Wait for me, Buldeo

I found it

I have the right of the first choice.

Right, right, you deserve it, he goes first

Shoot, Shoot.

Don't shoot, don't shoot

Shoot, shoot,

no, no don't shoot

Pull me up, pull me up

You miss him

One, two, three,....a million

Is mother and father of

all the rubies in the world

Where is my royal turban

They're all pure gold

And they're all mine

I shall walk upon gold,

I shall eat upon gold.

I should use gold for a cabinet

Give it to me, give it to me

Its mine, give it to me

I have the first right,..... no its mine

the old cobra was right

First they go mad

Don't forget Buldeo thats to the one,

I want that ruby

Again its mine

Let go.

Miserable you Barber, it belong to my ropes

It belongs to me

We lost our reason, are we children

There is not enough for three,

three hundreds, three thousands

Will be the most powerful men in all India

Here

I can buy thousand of rubies

like this with my share

Buldeo, you are wise and good

You save my life,

you kill the cobra

You are my friend

Stop quarreling loads up, up

We have to get up before night fall

We have to get out of here now

Thieves, vultures, get out of the jungle,

get out

Did I hear what I heard

That fur ball talk with the voice of the boy

Yes, the voice talk with the voice of the panther

This place is bewitch

This is the way

Where is the rock, it was here

How do we cross now

We get more it trough

Wait, are crocodiles in this river

What are you waiting for

They are heading back to the lost city

Buldeo is right, lets go

Now I shall see if father Cobras

spoke the true

If the thing is Death,

this men will die.

You saw it I only want to look at the route

He tray, ...he tray to kill me

I had to do it Buldeo. I had to do it

Naturally,

You must were witness,

you must were witness, Buldeo

Quiet, crying brother

He tray to kill me Buldeo

You must were witness

I had to kill him

I had to kill him Buldeo

Did I hear someone call

Now white brother there is only one

Bagheera, white brother, chasing out of the jungle

Send him home

Wolf, panther, any beast you will

I'm not afraid of you,

Change, change

Scream, you witch of the forest

I'll burn the witch Messua,

and I'll come back with a hundred strong

And jet fire to your jungle,

when the east wind blow.

I'll burn you all

burn you all

Hati, dawn us the village of the men beck that cast me out

Their ideals senseless and cruel,

they do not kill the weaker for food

But for sport

The fool faith that would throw

their own bridge to the red flower

This such a heavy, is not wealth

that the men beck live here anymore

Kill them why, what good

are their bones to me

Shall send the jungle in upon them

I'll give the village back to the wild gold fire

They will burn us both

why are you frightened Durga

Why did you defend me

It is I who brought him into the world

He is my son

I Mistress... Go, save yourself Durga

No Mistress, if we must leave this world tonight

It is written that I should go with you

Buldeo is here, look

Buldeo

Where is the Pundit, where is the Barber

Dead, both dead

killed by the wolf boy

But I know how to deal with him

I'll burn, burn it all

We are lost if the wind turns

The jungle is burning, hurry up Hati

Mowgli, where is my mother

What have you done with her

Buldeo left her in a house.

they wouldn't allow me take her

They say she is a witch and

the fire will take her

The same fire will take them

They are frightened Mowgli

Lead them Majala to the little island

in the middle of the stream

Where we saw the elephants Mowgli

Yes. the fire can't catch you there,

hurry the wind is shifting

Hati push, Hati push, push

I knew you'll come

You'll be safe among them now

But you my son come with us

Not while one little cub is in danger

Now go

Go on Hati, go on, go on

Swim my brothers follow me

Come on Bagheera

Go on Hati, go on

Mowgli

Come back with us, at last

I am of the jungle, their lair is my lair

Their trail, is my trail

their fight, is my fight

Ahai, is no longer my son

He's the Godling of the woods

So I didn't have my revenge after all

I became no Maharaja

of the mighty city

Even the little village burned to the ground

In my struggle with the jungle

as you see my lords I was beatten

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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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