Tarzan and His Mate

I wouldn't trust myself in that jungle

if it was me, sir.

Well, I will.

We'll leave as soon as we can

after Arlington gets here.

- What time is it?

- 2:
30 p. m.

What? Then I've got to go down

to meet the boat.

Mr. Arlington can have this room

when he arrives. I'll use the lean-to.

Righto.

Blimey.

I remember the last time

I was given those orders.

It was when Mr. Parker told me

to get that room ready for Miss Jane...

the day she arrived.

She stood right in front of that mirror,

putting cold cream on her face.

Right where you're standing now.

Beamish, I want you to get Saidi

to fix up a bath for Mr. Arlington.

Yes, sir.

- He'll want one as soon as he gets here.

- Righto.

Thank you.

- These are my private quarters.

- Sorry, we didn't mean to intrude.

There was nobody in the store,

so we came here.

If you want to buy anything,

Beamish will handle it.

Yes, indeed, we have some lovely things.

Mrs. Cutten was mad about them.

No, we just dropped in for a chat.

That's rather a large safari

you're organizing for a hunt.

I haven't time to talk about it now.

I've to meet the boat.

- Sorry.

- Later, perhaps.

Perhaps.

- Couple of nice lads.

- Yes, very.

Keep your eye on the store, Beamish,

while I'm away.

You can depend upon me, sir.

- Hiya, Mr. Holt!

- Hello, Edward.

Where's Mr. Arlington?

This is his luggage,

but I think he's in his cabin.

- Have some boys take it to the store.

- This minute, sir.

Thanks.

Say, boy, which one is Mr...

- Martin!

- Well, Harry, you old devil!

I thought you'd never get here.

- Easy.

- Softening up a bit?

Wait till I've been here a week, man.

Lip rouge.

Better go back in your room

and clean up a bit.

Just a minute. That's not my room.

This is my friend Mr. Holt.

- Madame Feronde, Harry.

- How do you do?

- Charmed, sir.

- Here it is!

- Monsieur, I found your bag.

- Thanks very much.

This is Madame Feronde's husband.

My friend Mr. Holt.

How do you do?

Any friend of Monsieur Arlington,

we are so pleased to meet.

My wife says she will never forget

the funny stories he's told her.

- Goodbye. Hope you have a nice trip.

- Thank you. Goodbye.

Goodbye, Mr. Feronde. Goodbye, Madame.

Au revoir.

- I'm having your things sent for.

- Good.

- Au revoir.

- Goodbye.

Charming fellow.

- How was the trip?

- It had its moments.

- Same old Arlington.

- What do you mean, old?

- Mr. Arlington, I presume.

- Yes.

- This is Henry Van Ness.

- This is my friend Tom Pierce.

How do you do?

Mr. Holt tells us

you're going after a leopard.

Yes, and some rhino, too.

A bit of hunting, anyway.

- Van Ness and I got some leopard lately.

- We'll drop in and talk about it sometime.

- If you don't mind.

- No, not at all.

Tomorrow night.

You're not leaving before then?

We'll still be here. Come along, Martin.

Who are they?

They got wind of what we're after,

and they wanted in with us.

Four white men might be better than two

on this trip.

You don't know those fellows, Martin.

If four of us start out and we found

the ivory, only two would get back...

and they wouldn't be us.

- That kind?

- Exactly.

- What'd you tell them?

- I played dumb.

Said that you were wealthy

and financing a hunting trip.

- Anyway, the wealthy part was true.

- Think so? I'm dead broke, Harry.

- So is the Bank of England.

- No, really. I'm stony.

I've staked my last penny

on this pipe dream of yours.

- It had better be good.

- You're not serious!

I am. I've lost everything.

It's left me with an obsession

to get it all back.

Anyhow, as long as I get it.

But when I do...

I'm going to sit on top of the pile

with a gun and watch it grow.

Never thought I'd be in the same boat

as you financially.

You had to go broke to get me there.

- Quite a place you have here.

- How do you do, sir?

- This is Beamish. He runs the store.

- How do you do?

- Welcome, Mr. Arlington.

- Thank you.

Come this way, sir.

I've fixed a nice bath for you.

I fancied you could use one.

Amazing foresight, Beamish.

I could use three baths.

Well, well!

- Fresh from the Folies Bergre?

- That's enough water.

A ceremonial dance.

Something to do with fertility.

- Personal or agricultural?

- Both, I think.

They'll be heading backcountry tomorrow.

Did you bring the dresses and things

that I wrote for?

Everything. And a few extras.

I suppose you thought I was crazy.

So your lady turned you down

for a sort of a wild man from Borneo?

It's a bit fantastic, isn't it?

A well-bred English girl

living in the treetops...

- with a glorified native ape-man.

- Tarzan's as white as we are.

She's Parker's daughter.

She stayed behind when he died up there.

She's hit you pretty hard, hasn't she?

I'm in love with her,

if that's what you mean.

- Where shall I put these things?

- Over by the table.

Go on over there. Put it down easy, now.

Come on, now.

I'm beginning to understand

why you wanted Paris gowns.

Charm her back to civilization?

It's foolish, maybe...

but I thought

if she saw some of the latest dresses...

got the feel of silk, scent of perfume...

Women are funny

about things like that, you know.

Might remind her.

She's been up there nearly a year now.

Look here, Harry...

I've got everything I have in this.

Did you drag me out to Africa

to go after ivory or a woman?

Ivory.

- But if I can get the girl...

- Well, if that's the way...

I don't mind helping you kidnap your lady

as long as we get the other first.

- I'll get it for you, sir. Just a moment.

- Thanks.

You know, if you have money,

women aren't hard to get.

No harm intended, sir.

How much ivory is there really up there?

More than the largest safari

can carry back.

Strange instinct

that leads elephants to one spot to die.

- Fortunate one for us, though.

- I'm not complaining...

if you're sure

you can find the burial ground again.

I made a map of it on the way back.

14-day trek, you say?

With luck,

to the foot of the Mutia Escarpment.

What's that?

The Mutia Escarpment, I mean.

It's a mountain barrier

that divides the Africa we know...

from a country that no white man has

ever seen and come back, except myself.

Natives hold it sacred.

- Taboo?

- Deadly.

It's the Juju of the Masai,

the Wakabaranda...

and all the tribes

from the east to the west coast.

We came across a Zulu warrior once

that had been killed by his tribe...

because he tried to climb it.

What about our safari? How will they feel?

They're mostly village boys.

They'll be frightened.

But I got one safari across.

- How many did you get back?

- Myself.

Promises to be

something more than a pleasure jaunt.

Yes, indeed.

Yes, Saidi.

Need safari boy, bwana. Make new pick.

What are you saying?

We have 50 first-class boys.

The chiefs have promised 200 more

runners once you drum out the call.

- Fifty boy "mu/u,"bwana.

- Gone?

All boy gone make safari

with Bwana Pierce and Bwana Van Ness.

- Pierce and Van Ness?

- What's the matter?

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