Tarzan the Ape Man

Now, look here. That's a river.

Water. Ganges.

Is that the Mutier escarpment?

What river is that?

No one ever crosses that river...

because beyond that

is the Mutier escarpment.

I'm afraid you're wasting your time

with him.

He's working himself into a juju.

All right, Riano. Take him away.

Very helpful, I don't think.

Always the same old tales.

Mutier escarpment too strong, too high.

What they mean is

if the elephants have a burial place...

that's the elephants' business,

and we've no right to butt in.

- Perhaps we haven't.

- What?

And let $1,000,000 of ivory

go to rot under the earth?

Just how keen are you on this idea?

It means escape from this cursed hole.

- I'm keen, all right.

- So am I.

Excuse me, miss. Can I help you?

I'm Mrs. Cutten. Mrs. Dr. Cutten.

How do you do? Thank you so much.

I'm looking for my father.

I can't think why he isn't here.

I cabled him.

My name's Parker. Jane Parker.

- Excuse me. Did you say Miss Parker?

- Yes.

How exciting.

What a good chance we came down here.

Why, this is Mr. Holt,

your father's partner.

- How do you do?

- What marvelous luck.

How do you do? He's still here, my father?

- He hasn't gone away or anything?

- No, he hasn't gone.

You caught him just in time.

Shall we walk along together

this way, then?

- What about your baggage?

- It's here.

- I'll take care of it.

- I forgot my sketching paper.

- Will you bring it along?

- Yes, of course.

Shall we start now?

It's just a few steps along.

You see that big building on the right?

- How is my father?

- He's very well. He's always well.

- You're not letting your hair grow again?

- I beg your pardon. I didn't hear you.

I wonder if I could get that haircut,

but the doctor hates old fashions.

Here we are. I don't want to butt in.

- If you'd rather see your father alone...

- Yes, I would.

I see. If there's anything that you want,

let me know.

- In a community like this...

- Thank you.

Perhaps I shall see you this afternoon.

Come over to have a cup of tea...

Hello.

Jane. Whatever...

What on earth.

Darling, don't ask questions.

Don't do anything. Just be glad to see me.

What's this mean, dear? You're crying.

You mustn't do that.

No, but you're going to have to wait

till I get through.

There.

There.

All through.

Let me look at you.

You're just the same.

Yes, but a bit more grizzled

and moth-eaten.

That's only

because you've been missing me.

- You have been missing me, haven't you?

- Missing you, my darling.

That's better.

Now say you're glad to see me,

or I shall go right back.

I'm afraid you'll have to do that

in any case.

Shall I?

Listen, Dad, from now on,

I'm through with civilization.

I'm going to be a savage just like you.

We'll talk about that later.

Now let me have a look at you.

Attractive.

Mighty attractive.

I don't know how I managed it.

Cable for you, sir.

Just came in by the boat.

Hello, Beamish. See who's arrived.

It isn't. It is.

Knock me for a row at ninepins

if it isn't little Miss Jane.

Hello, Beamish, old boy.

But I say,

what brings you to this awful hole?

That's a perfect criticism of Africa.

- What's the cable, darling?

- From you to say you arrive today.

I call that perfect service.

Hello, Holt.

What do you say to this for a surprise?

- My daughter, Mr. Holt.

- We have already met.

He was kind and got my baggage.

Did you find it?

- I did.

- Tell them to bring them in here.

- Here?

- Yes. I'll show you where to put them.

Boy, put this down here.

The dressing case down there.

And put those trunks

somewhere around here.

That's grand.

Just pile them up

wherever you can find room.

Look, you can just leave those

there, anywhere.

- Yeah, that's fine.

- Good heavens.

I told you I'd come to stay.

But what have you got in there in all that?

Just the necessaries of life.

Can I get you a nice cup of tea, miss?

Isn't that English?

I come 6,000 miles

and all I'm offered is a cup of tea.

What's wrong with a drink?

All right, I'll get you one.

- Shall I send the rest of the baggage?

- What?

I like your Mr. Holt. He's nice. Don't you?

- Six big...

- What?

I was talking about Mr. Holt.

Yes, he's a nice fellow.

We get along splendidly.

He hates Africa, too.

- Hates Africa?

- Yes.

- I don't believe it.

- Why not?

He's too strong and sturdy-looking,

like you.

- I don't like Africa, either.

- I don't believe that, either.

Yes, I think I'd better be...

Darling, don't be silly.

You're not embarrassed by me.

Why, you've bathed me sometimes...

and very nearly spanked me, too,

several times.

Very nearly.

Perhaps if you actually had,

I wouldn't be so obstinate.

And I am very obstinate.

- What are you trying to do?

- Clean my face.

- But what's wrong with soap and water?

- Everything, darling.

Must preserve that schoolgirl complexion.

What's that?

Who are they?

The Wakumbas.

- The ones with the big hats, who are they?

- No, they're Kabaranda.

There are a couple

of hundred ostrich feathers...

in each of those headdresses.

What you might call putting a feather

in your cap with a vengeance.

- What are they doing here?

- They come to trade.

All right, let's trade them.

You're butting into my business.

Butting in? You're mistaken.

I'm managing it.

Beamish, bring me my hat.

Do they always sing like that

when they come to trade?

That's not a song.

They're invoking their gods

to give them the best of the bargain.

I don't blame them.

Darling, you've done far too well

out of one small store.

I don't think it's quite nice.

Look, here, young lady.

I resent that.

I must see your lady customers.

It looks as if their shopping's

been successful, anyhow.

How women suffer to be beautiful.

I see you're breaking into society.

These are our very best people.

I know. I feel quite out of fashion.

Now let me show you what

the well-dressed men are wearing.

Those markings on the shield mean

they're the foremost warriors of the tribe.

Not really?

Why, that little fellow there,

he seems quite harmless.

On the contrary.

If you read his shield,

it shows that he's killed five lions.

- Really?

- Or men.

Yes, over here we have the Wakumbas.

You'll notice that their dress

is entirely different.

And these natives here,

are they of the same tribe?

Yes, they are.

Here's your hat.

You'll be catching your death of sun.

Thank you.

Bit early for him to start

dancing, isn't it?

- Who?

- The baby. Look at him.

Jane, suppose we get a move on.

- You do think I'm a child, don't you?

- No, I've ample proof that you're not.

Look, every man his own feather duster.

Who are they?

The council of the Aloas.

Say, Parker, there's old Chief Oomtelli.

Possibly he can tell us

about the Mutier escarpment.

Not a chance, Holt.

I've been trying him for years.

Darling, what is this Mutier escarpment?

When they get past this falderal...

let's hope they'll be in a mood

for substantial trading.

- Come on.

- Let's get along.

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