Stanley and Livingstone

I am sorry Gentlemen. I realize this

places you in an awkward position.

But I know these Comanche's.

Particularly I know Chief Stand Alone.

If he has made up his mind to

fight, He is going to fight.

- That is all there to it.

-We are sent here to talk peace with the Indians.

What are we to say to the president?

I can't take responsibility, of permitting

you to go any further into Indian country.

Col! Our instructions from president clearly

states that you will provide us with an army escort!

An escort?

You see that ridge over

there. The first one...

Our entire force couldn't move a mile

beyond that without a pitch battle.

I don't think that you would be much

use to the president without your scalps.

Sentry reports amount of force in

Indian form. Looks like an attack.

They two in front. They

look like white men.

Those Indians were

escorts! Hold your fire.

Howdy colonel!

- What's the meaning of this corporal?

Meet colonel Grant!

- How do you do colonel?

Who are you?

My name is Stanley. I am a

reporter for The New York Herald.

Newspaperman?

Didn't you know better

that to take this...

Civilian into Indian territory?

I tried to talk him out of it. But he

is so dead set on seeing the old chief...

- Chief San Tata?

- Yep!

You mean to say you saw chief san tata?

I am sorry I cannot tell you that.

Come on Jeff! We got to get the railroad

and telegraph our story back to New York

Just a moment Mr. Stanley!

This is field head quarters

for the United States army.

These two gentlemen are the

Presidents' peace commissioners.

You will oblige me by

answering their questions.

- Sorry colonel! I cant do that.

- You cant? Or you wont?

Well if you want to put it

that way colonel. I wont.

Suppose I place you under arrest.

Maybe that will change your mind.

You can't arrest me

colonel. I know my rights.

My paper sent me to get

a story and I got it.

All of this is the exclusive

property of our boss. James Bennet.

Presidents going to hear about this.

He will hear about, when everybody else

does. When he will read the New York Herald.

- Come on Jeff!

- Good day Colonel.

What's the matter? Roughness?

No, I take these to help

me mind my own business

Just a moment gentlemen. I have

listened to you with patience.

Now, apparently you don't

like the way I run my paper.

But it's my paper and that's

the way I intend to run it.

I intend to feature in the Herald first and

upto the minute news of sensational events.

And for your information senator,

I intend to go on telling the truth

About graft and

corruption in high places.

More prominent the rascal.

The bigger the news.

And furthermore gentlemen I

intend to continue making news

While my competitor sit around

waiting for it to happen.

Now suppose we get down to the

business that brought you here.

You came to buy me out. Didn't you?

Well that is more or less what

we planned to discuss with you.

And now if you would let us know

your lowest price of the herald.

One-cent daily and 5 cents

on Sundays. What is it Albert?

- Mr. Stanley is here Sir!

- Well, show him in.

Hello Stanley! That was a great story.

- Thanks!

Welcome back! Bennet is waiting

to pin a leather medal on you.

Hello, Mr. Stanley! -Well, how are you?

Say were those real Indians? -It's

the realest Indians that you ever saw.

Billy, I want you to meet Jeff Slogan. The

best Indian scout in whole Wyoming territory

Keep an eye on him for me but don't

believe everything that he tells you

As a matter of fact Billy, don't

believe anything that he tells you.

- Glad you are back Mr. Stanley!

-How are you?

Mr. Bennet's waiting for you.

Stanley! Glad to see you. Sit down.

Another delegation from Boss

Tweed still trying to buy me out.

How about letting me do a

series on the graft sometime

The job you did in Wyoming. Great story. Reaped

the town with it. Reaped the whole country.

You happen to have a man Sloke

still in your expense account.

He took care of me like a baby there.

I promised him a trip to New York.

If we came out with our hair

where it should be. It's on you.

All right! All right! I am glad that you are still alive.

- Me too!

- Have a cigar!

- Thanks!

Stanley! What do you know about Livingstone?

- Living. You mean the new bar tender at Joe's?

- No, no, Dr. Livingstone. The missionary, explorer

- Dr. Livingstone.

Like to read a good newspaper once

in a while. Like the London Globe.

Read that. Just came

over the Atlantic cable.

The London Globe's expedition

to Africa to find Dr. Livingstone.

Has just returned to Zanzibar, the African interior.

Mr. Garreth Tyce the leader of the expedition

And son of the publisher has

prostrated the tropical fever.

The expedition however reports that it has obtained

positive truth That Dr. Livingstone is dead.

Well that settles the old boy.

If I can prove that Tyce is

wrong about Dr. Livingstone..

I will make him a laughing

stock of every newspaper office.

- Now get ready... you are going to Africa.

- What?

I will have that old fool on toast.

- Oh now, wait a minute! Wait a minute.

While you are having that old on

toast what am I supposed to be doing?

- Finding Livingstone!

- Oh I see! Is that all?

You are not losing your nerve, are

you? -Now wait a minute Mr. Bennet...

I have got a little reputation

of my own. Where do I come off?

Suppose this old 'what's his

name' is alive and I prove it..

Where is your reader's

interest? Where is your story?

You don't suppose that I will be sending you all

the way to Africa, if there weren't any story?

For a whack at Tyce, you send me... you know it

- Oh, no, forget about Tyce, he is nothing to me.

- It's the story I am interested in.

- Well where is it?

How many people have ever

heard about Livingstone?

A great many more than you think.

Christians who believe in spreading

the Word of God, among the heathen.

Enemies of slavery, who know how a magnificent

fight he is making against the slave traders.

How many of those

people read The Herald?

In all the millions. The plain common

Everyday people, who derive excitement...

From reading the adventures of a heroic

figure in the dark places of the earth.

There is your reader interest, Mr. Stanley.

Dr. Livingstone is a great adventurer.

One of the greatest. Come

here. I will show you something.

The Dark Continent. Mystery,

heat, fever, cannibals

A vast jungle in which You

can loose half of America.

A land in which even the greatest

conquerors never dared to penetrate.

Alexander, Ceaser, The Pharos of Egypt.

None of them unchanged, untouched.

Since the dawn of history.

Somewhere, somewhere in there

a grand old man, a man of God

Who has given his life to

spreading his light in darkness.

There is your story! A real story.

But if you don't think so... Besides

it would be extremely dangerous.

So perhaps its just

better you forget about it.

Lets see. You said you wanted

to do a series on Boss Tweed...

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