Planet of the Apes Page #2

That's because Dr. Zaius

realizes our work has value.

The foundations of scientific brain surgery

are being laid right here

in studies of cerebral functions

of these animals.

They're still dirty, doctor.

And their bite is septic. There. Look at that.

Hold his jaw.

- Good morning, Dr. Zira.

- Good morning, Julius.

- How's our patient today?

- No change.

The minute you open the door,

he goes into his act.

Well!

And what do we want this morning?

Do we want something? Come on. Speak.

Come on.

Speak.

Do we want some sugar, old-timer?

You could get hurt doing that, doctor.

Oh, don't be silly. He's perfectly tame.

They're all tame

until they take a chunk out of you.

Well, Bright Eyes. Is our throat feeling better?

Still hurts, doesn't it?

See? He keeps pretending he can talk.

That Bright Eyes is remarkable.

He keeps trying to form words.

You know what they say.

Human see, human do.

Now what?

He seems to want something.

I'd be careful, doctor.

What did I tell you?

Try that again and I'll break your arm!

Good morning, Your Excellency.

Dr. Zaius.

Good morning, sir.

Open up, please.

I'm so glad you could come.

Sir, he's over here.

Bright Eyes...

Show him. Go ahead.

Do your trick.

Speak.

Go on. Speak again.

There! Can you believe it?

Yes, amusing.

A man acting like an ape.

Dr. Zaius, I could swear he's answering you.

He has a definite gift for mimicry.

Most unusual.

He's using that old blanket as clothing.

I wonder how he'd score

on a Hopkins manual dexterity test.

An animal?

Look!

He's moving his fingers.

Only because he saw you moving yours.

But perhaps he understood.

Man has no understanding.

He can be taught a few simple tricks.

Nothing more.

I'm afraid I must disagree.

- According to my experiments...

- Dr. Zira, I must caution you.

Experimental brain surgery

on these creatures is one thing,

and I'm all in favor of it.

But your behavioral studies

are something else again.

To suggest that we can learn anything

about the simian nature

from the study of man is sheer nonsense.

Besides, man is a nuisance.

He eats up his food supplies in the forest,

then migrates to our green belts

and ravages our crops.

The sooner he is exterminated the better.

It's a question of simian survival.

Is this the one you wanted, doctor?

Oh, yes. Thank you.

Bright Eyes, I've got a present for you.

Put her in with him.

Cornelius! Up here.

Do you have to work tonight?

No.

Neither do I.

Oh, Cornelius.

There's Bright Eyes.

The one I was telling you about.

What's so special about him?

Watch.

Hello, Bright Eyes.

How's our throat today?

- Look! She remembers!

- Remembers what?

The blood transfusion.

Zira, really!

You know, they can't... Watch out.

Here comes number one.

Something's bothering him. He's been

prying around the lab for the last two days.

Good morning, Dr. Zaius.

- You know my... Dr. Cornelius, my fianc?

- Of course.

The young ape with a shovel. I hear you're

planning another archaeological expedition.

- With the Academy's approval, sir.

- The project will require my support.

I hope I may count on it, sir.

Cornelius, a friendly warning.

As you dig for artifacts,

be sure you don't bury your reputation.

Guard!

Guard!

Stop!

You'll hurt him!

Take him inside.

Cornelius! Cornelius,

if you have a moment today,

I'd like to discuss

this expedition of yours in more detail.

Certainly, sir. I'll pick up my notes

and I'll come right over.

I don't understand

these animal psychologists.

What's Dr. Zira trying to prove?

That man can be domesticated.

- What happened?

- Oh, those fools and their torches.

- Do you have any ointment?

- I'll see.

I'm sorry, Bright Eyes.

Julius!

I told you what you'd get!

Julius, don't, don't, don't!

It doesn't matter!

Julius, don't hurt him!

Julius!

Natural-born thieves, aren't they?

Get me a collar and leash.

- I'm taking him out of here.

- He's vicious, doctor.

- Besides, it's against the rules.

- Do as I say!

You... you wouldn't hurt me, would you,

Taylor?

It's a stunt.

Humans can't write.

Dear, you're a scientist.

Don't you believe your own eyes?

Where did you learn to do this?

"Jefferson

Public School."

"Fort Wayne,

Indiana."

Back on that planet you say you came from?

Maybe he is intelligent.

But he is also... crazy.

Cornelius.

Cornelius, please.

"Dodge was killed in the hunt."

"What happened to... Landon?"

I don't know.

They fell out of the sky with you?

"Not fell. Flew."

Flight is a scientific impossibility.

And even if it weren't, why fly?

Where would it get you?

"Do you have maps?"

We're here. You were captured here.

You fell into the water here?

You came ashore...

Marched across the desert?

Mountains?

Many days and nights.

And reached the jungle.

Out of the question.

Cornelius, why do you insist

on provoking him?

No creature can survive in the forbidden

zone. I know. I've been there. I've seen it.

"Then how do you account for me?"

I don't.

And I'm not going to try.

But what about your theory?

The existence of someone

like Taylor might prove it.

Do you want to get my head chopped off?

Don't be foolish.

If it's true, they'll have to accept it.

No, they won't.

Cornelius has developed

the most brilliant hypothesis.

But I'm probably wrong.

That the ape evolved from

a lower order of primate,

possibly man.

In his trip to the forbidden zone,

he discovered traces

of a culture older than recorded time.

- The evidence was very meager.

- You didn't think so then.

That was before Dr. Zaius and half

of the Academy said my idea was heresy.

How can scientific truth be heresy?

What if Taylor is exactly

the proof you needed?

A mutation.

A missing link between

the unevolved primate

and the ape.

Touchy, isn't he?

"I am not a missing link."

Well, if he were a missing link, the sacred

scrolls wouldn't be worth their parchment.

Well, maybe they're not.

Oh, no, thank you.

I'm not going to get into that battle.

- Cornelius, show some strength!

- Zira, listen to me!

Now, we both have fine futures.

Marriage, stimulating careers.

I'm up for a raise.

Dr. Zaius.

Did you forget our appointment, Cornelius?

No, sir. I was just collecting my notes.

You know Dr. Maximus, of course.

Our commissioner for animal affairs.

Yes, sir. It's a pleasure to see you again.

What is that?

A man, Dr. Maximus.

I know it's a man. And you know the rules.

No animals allowed outside the compound,

and most especially not without a leash.

Yes, sir, but... but this

creature is a special case.

Why special?

We're conducting a new experiment.

Wouldn't that more properly be done

in your office?

Yes, sir.

Guards, return this beast to the compound.

What is this?

A toy.

It floats on the air.

Zira...

Try it.

Nonsense.

- What's up, lieutenant?

- We're taking number four to surgery.

- Have him ready.

- How come?

- The beast's throat's nearly healed.

- The vet's going to geld him.

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