Mighty Joe Young Page #2

the most of everything.

Yes, sir.

I sure made the front pages.

Oh, this is a great story I wrote today:

"How I Escaped From Pygmy Cannibals."

Pygmy cannibals? Did you really?

Was that today?

Yeah. They had me cornered.

I'd lost my gun.

They dropped a net over me

from a tree.

I was fighting, struggling,

but there was too many of them.

They were all over me like ants.

- How do you think I escaped?

- I have no idea.

Did I ever tell you

about the mad elephant...

...that seized me in his trunk

and flung me one half mile?

I went back afterwards and measured it.

You're catching on.

Hi, Gregg. How about a spot of tea,

old boy, as we say in Africa.

Much obliged. I'm getting

where I kind of like the stuff.

It took you six months, but you're

kind of getting used to me too.

Well, I'm rapidly reaching a point...

...where nothing can surprise me,

if that's what you mean.

What's the matter?

Listen.

Sorry, I must have imagined it.

I guess you thought I was a screwball

at first, but my idea worked out.

Most successfully.

It's impossible. We're a hundred miles

from that country.

- It is! But how can it-?

- What is it?

Ali, my gun! Big gun!

What's the matter?

- What are they saying?

- Darned if I know.

Ali, stop! Come back!

Gregg, get your men.

Slim! Boys, get your horses!

Lay off. No shooting.

Catch it. Rope it.

Are you crazy?

You can't rope a gorilla!

- Hurry up! He's getting away!

- Give me that gun!

You're crazy.

- Give me that gun!

- Don't shoot him.

Wait! You can't rope a gorilla!

Hey, where's my horse?

Stand still.

Whoa, horsey.

Cut it out, will you?

Don't do that! Don't do that!

Can't you cooperate?

There he is!

Where did he go?

He must be around here somewhere.

Hurry up, boys! Get behind him!

Get your rope ready!

Get another rope on it!

Get behind him!

Get another rope!

Look out!

Get behind him.

Get another rope!

Hey, Gregg, watch out!

Hey, Charlie, help!

No!

Hey, come here and help me!

Go on, get out there!

Get a rope on him!

Come here! Help me! Come on!

Where is he?

Don't let him get away!

Where did he go?

Help!

Help! Help!

Joe! Joe!

Help! Help!

Don't shoot! Joe, drop.

Drop it! Don't hurt him.

Don't do that.

Put him down!

Joe, drop it. Drop it, I said.

Help! Help!

- Drop it, I said!

- Help!

Joe, drop it.

What are you doing?

Why, my friend, he was getting killed.

Well, Joe is my friend,

and you leave him alone.

Joe wouldn't hurt anybody.

He wouldn't if you treat him right.

Who are you, anyway?

What do you mean by this?

Well, your friend,

he came into our camp.

Your camp? If it's within five miles

of here, it's on my land.

This is all my property,

and you keep off of it, you big bullies.

Come on, Joe.

Come on, I said.

All right, Joe.

Come on, Joe, leave them alone.

Mind me. Come along.

Joe! Come on, Joe, leave them alone.

We're going home.

Am I dreaming or did I see a gorilla

and a beautiful dame?

Where did she go? Find out where

she lives. I gotta talk to her.

Howdy.

Well, I reckon you're right,

but I just wanna see the young lady.

I just wanna talk to the young lady.

I just wanna talk to the lady.

Afternoon, ma'am.

Seems like you always come just in time.

- What do you want?

- I'm Gregg Johnson.

I come to apologize.

With a gun?

Well, I kind of feel safer.

You were gonna shoot Joe.

But, ma'am, he had Mr. O'Hara.

If you hadn't come along, he-

- Oh, I was so frightened. Joe would've...

- He sure would.

If you'd let him alone,

there wouldn't have been any trouble.

- We didn't know he belonged to anybody.

- He doesn't belong to anybody.

He lives here. Goodbye.

Wait, ma'am. Mr. O'Hara, the boss,

he wants to talk to you.

- He sent me to ask you if it's all right.

- He's afraid?

Well, you can't blame him much.

Please don't be mad at us.

Well, I'm sorry, but you see,

Joe's the only friend I have.

Excuse me for asking,

but where's your folks?

I haven't any.

You live here and run this place alone?

It's not so hard.

The servants and field hands

all worked for my father for years.

He died six months ago.

I'm sorry.

It's a right pretty place.

I reckon this is my kind of country.

- But don't you ever get lonesome?

- Sometimes.

No, it's my home.

I've lived here all my life.

- It's beautiful. I love it. l-

- Hey, Gregg.

Tell your friends they can come out.

They don't need to be afraid.

How do you do, miss.

That gorilla around here?

Oh, don't worry.

I won't let him hurt you.

- I'm Max O'Hara. This is Mr. Crawford.

- My name's Jill Young.

Pleased to meet you, and I do mean

pleased. Gregg told you we apologize?

And I'm sorry I shouted at you.

Don't mention it. Just a little

misunderstanding all around.

Everything's jake now, huh?

Have I got plans for you, young lady.

Just wait till you hear.

I'll tell you all about it.

Let's sit down.

Well, come in, but no guns.

- No guns?

- No guns.

Don't you see what a great chance

this is for you, honey?

Hollywood.

You must have heard of Hollywood.

- Yes, I've heard of it.

- That's where I'll open my nightclub.

I wanna make you a star.

You'll be the talk of the town.

Everybody'll be crazy about you.

You'll get beautiful clothes, have your

hair fixed up. You'll be a knockout.

But I can't sing or dance or-

Who cares about that? All I want you

to do is walk out on the stage.

You and Joe. Don't worry about a thing.

I got a contract here, all expenses paid.

With options, of course.

Oh, think of it, honey:

Music, glamour, bright lights, Hollywood.

You'll love it. Come on, honey, sign.

Excuse me for butting in, Mr. O'Hara.

I guess you'll be sore at me.

But, ma'am, you've got an awful pretty

place right here.

Maybe you won't like it back there.

Hey, you keep out of this.

Of course she'll like it. Why not?

It sounds wonderful. I've never

been anywhere. I'd love to travel.

And go to parties,

have beautiful clothes.

You'll meet famous people.

You'll be famous.

Oh, quit rushing her.

Yes, you don't even

give her time to think.

Say, what are you guys trying to do,

stab me in the back?

That's gratitude, queering my deal.

I'm a square shooter.

I never went back

on a contract in my life.

She don't even need a contract.

You take me for a cheap crook?

Think I rob widows and orphans?

I never did anybody dirt in my life.

Never in my life.

- Everybody knows that.

- O'Hara!

Why, my word's as good as my bond.

- Look out!

- Joe, stop!

Put it down, Joe.

Put that rock down.

Be quiet.

It's all right. Friends.

Joe, put that down, I tell you.

Mind me, this minute. Stop it.

Aren't you afraid of Joe?

I sure am,

but I don't want him to know it.

I think perhaps you could

make friends with him.

It's all right, Joe. Now, calm down.

Behave yourself. Now, listen.

That's a good boy.

Look, Joe, banana.

Will you be a good boy

if I give it to you?

A banana, Joe.

Want another one? Here.

Go on, now. Go away.

Oh, boy, what an act.

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