Mighty Joe Young Page #5

Ladies and gentlemen, behind

this curtain is the newest member...

of the California Animal

Conservancy.

We are very happy and proud

to introduce to you...

Mighty Joe...

Joe?

It's okay.

Come on, Joe.

No! Joe!

- My God, what's wrong with him?

- He's out of control!

- I'm going for the tranq gun!

- No, Gregg! I'll stop him!

Oh, my God!

Move!

Oh, God.

The gorilla literally

crashed the party.

Officials here at the conservancy

are saying...

they don't know what caused

the animal's rampage.

More than a dozen people

were injured.

Eight of them remain

hospitalized today.

In fact, three lawsuits

have been filed so far...

and word has it the city's attorney is

calling for the animal to be put to sleep.

Standing with me is the conservancy

board's chairman, Elliot Baker.

Exactly what is being done to assure

the public that Joe won't attack again?

Joe has been transferred to a special

steel-reinforced concrete bunker.

- But what about when you let him out?

- That won't be happening any time soon.

In fact, I want to make it clear

that we will be doing...

anything necessary to ensure

the safety of the public.

Mr. Baker, with the number of lawsuits

that the conservancy is now facing...

will you shut down the facility

to the public?

Joe.

I'm right here. Okay?

I knew there was

something wrong with him.

What do you think

happened out there?

Joe would have never hurt

those people unprovoked.

Something must've got to him.

Jill?

Could I, um... Could I

talk to you for a second?

Well, this wasn't

in the brochure, was it?

I promised you wouldn't be

put in a cage.

I'm sorry, Joe.

And then the city attorney talked to Baker. So, this

wasn't my decision. I had nothing to do with this.

Nothing to do with what?

Joe's gonna have to stay in here until

they decide what they're gonna do with him.

- In here?

- Yeah.

Harry, look at him.

He's depressed. He won't eat.

If he stays in here,

he'll die within days.

Jill, there is nothing we can do

about this.

Listen, Harry, either you tell them

you're getting Joe out of here, or I will.

Don't you understand?

This is way beyond you and me.

Joe freaked out on some

very influential people.

Now he's a public relations

nightmare.

No zoo will take

a 2,000-pound killer gorilla!

- He's not a killer!

- Okay, okay.

But unless you can write a cheque

for millions of dollars...

and-and-and find him

a big backyard somewhere...

then Joe's got nowhere to go.

I'm sorry.

Harry.

You're not gonna do anything?

I need your help.

- Good evening.

- Good evening.

- Hey, you can't go in there.

- It's okay. We're here to give Joe more sedatives.

- Wha... I, uh...

- Hey, unless you want him to get frisky on your shift...

I suggest you let us get on with our job

so you can get on with yours.

Come on, Joe.

We're leaving.

Yeah. Let's get you

out of here.

What the hell are you doin'?

The gorilla needs his medication, and I've

gotta take him over to the clinic for that.

- Who says?

- Doctor's orders, and I'm the doctor.

Yeah, well, uh,

I take my orders from Mr. Baker...

so, uh, put him back

in his cage now.

Easy, Joe, easy.

Officer, you don't want to point

that thing at him, believe me.

He didn't believe you.

Okay, come on!

Bring him out!

Come on, big guy.

Come on.

Come on, Joe.

Into the truck.

That's it.

Okay.

Thanks.

I am gonna miss

those big ol' brown eyes.

You be good, Joe.

Goodbye, Joe.

I was just starting to get

the hang of hide-and-seek.

I, uh... I think you should be

all right up here at the gate.

Someone, uh, just called

the guard away. Urgent business.

You came through for us, Harry.

- Thank you.

- Good luck.

You be sure to write us as soon

as you get Joe settled, okay?

I promise.

Okay. You're all set.

So, you're gonna

come to the airport, or...

No, I'm gonna hang back and make sure

nobody notices Joe's gone.

Give you guys a chance

to make a run for it.

Okay.

Well, if you're ever in Botswana and feel like

taking me out for a good meal at a fine restaurant...

That is, if you're not too afraid

to let Joe know what time you'll be...

Jill, we should go now.

The plane is waiting.

Come. Let's go.

- Gotta go.

- Yeah.

Okay.

- Hello.

- Hi.

Don't worry, Jill.

Soon Joe will be back home again.

So, what do you think? How many minutes

before the whole world knows he's missing?

Five. How many minutes before we're

both looking through the want ads?

Six.

- What are you guys doin' here?

- What are you guys doin' here?

Baker wants us

to clean up the tent A.S.A.P.

Yeah, you should see some of the stuff

we found in the post-party melee.

We've got the fun job of figuring out who all this

stuff belongs to. Somebody's head is very cold right now.

Look at this. What is this thing, eh?

Hey, come on. Look.

- Where did you find this?

- By the habitat. Oh, God, we gotta find those two guys.

- Oh, yeah. - What two guys? - What's that...

that one guy, he was, what, Lithuanian.

- Russian.

- Yeah, Russian. Eastern European.

- Is everything okay?

- That thing's used by poachers!

- Please, be careful.

- Always worrying, huh?

Your mother was a worrier too.

Always worrying

about the gorillas.

It made her a lot of enemies.

It led to tragedy.

My mother was brave.

So are you, my dear.

What? It's not pretty.

I know.

I'm sorry.

How did it happen?

Well, you could say

I had an encounter with a monster.

That little demon took off my thumb

and trigger finger!

Come on, come on, come on!

Murderer!

Jeez!

- Joe! Get out!

- Keep driving!

Jill! Are you okay?

What did I do? Those are the guys who killed

my mother. We gotta go! Joe's in trouble!

Whoa!

Get out of the way!

Get out of the way! Come on. Let's go!

Come on, move it!

Move it!

- Whoa! Look!

- Can you see it?

What? Come on.

Nobody's seen an accident? What?

Oh, my God.

- Phat!

- Come on. Come on!

Will you just go!

- Come on.

- Wait.

The police will be here

any second.

We have to get away from here.

Come on.

Ape! Oh, my God!

Oh, my God.

Let's get out of here!

Move it! Move it!

Far out!

All right!

Turn it off!

- Go, Lisa, go!

- Hurry!

Go! Go, Lisa, go!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God.

- Oh, my God.

- Shut up! Shut up!

- What are you laughing at?

- That was so cool!

- So cool? He almost squashed us!

- That was not funny at all!

- Yeah!

- Go, Joe! Yeah!

All right! Go, Joe!

- Oh, no. He's not here.

- Couldn't have gotten far.

- Come on, girls. Come on. This way.

- Let's go.

Copy that. Our orders are shoot to kill.

He's extremely dangerous.

- Shoot to kill? He's not dangerous. You're dangerous! What are you doing with a gun?

- What?

- It's okay, Officer. It's okay. She

didn't mean it. - Calm down. - I meant it!

- Come on. - They're going to shoot

him. - Not if we find him first.

What's that?

- That's it. Come on. We'll follow

that helicopter. - What? - Come on!

I don't wanna hear it. What do you mean? I'm already

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