The Legend of Tarzan Page #2

and tell them payment must be made

in Boma for security reasons.

Opar better not be a myth.

Bring me the rest and

you'll have your mercenaries.

But, if you fail to

make good this time,

my firm will go to the

barter parliament for compensation.

Your king will lose this land and

who do you think he will blame?

Leon Rom.

Tarzan, you look funny!

Muviro!

Muviro!

Jane!

Thank goodness.

Keko.

How are you?

Wasimbu?

Oh my god.

Jane Porter,

welcome home.

As is custom, no one has

entered until you returned.

This is where Jane grew up.

Her father taught English

in the village.

Well, I'm not going to drink some

foam and a couple of

you know what it is

you won't tell me.

That's funny to everybody, huh.

Mm-hm.

They are singing

the legend of Tarzan.

For many moons he was

thought to be an evil spirit.

A ghost in the trees.

They speak of his power over

the animals of the jungle.

Because his spirit came from them.

He understood them.

And learned to conquer them.

His ape mother, Kala,

loved him as her own.

And his ape brother, Akut,

treated him with kindness and respect.

He considered all men

to be his enemies.

Since other tribes would hunt

his troop as a rite of passage.

Chief Muviro knew what he was.

You must get to him.

Since no man ever

started with less.

John?

(Bird chirping.)

(Bird chirping.)

Blue bottom Rufous Towhee.

Mating call.

Be still my beating heart.

Mandrill.

Also a mating call.

Cheetah.

Mating call.

Seven. Six.

Five. Four.

Three.

Two.

I know you took my handkerchief.

We're from America.

My father's a professor.

So I didn't grow up

believing in spirits.

Hello.

You're welcome to have it.

Will you speak to me?

Um.

You must know that this is

uh, very peculiar.

I'm not sure my father would

find this very appropriate.

But um.

We must make an effort

to embrace customs of...

Oh!

I don't think so, wild man!

No, no, no.

Wait!

I speak many languages.

Kneel!

A Kuba chief, never kneels.

- Down, all of you!

- Get down!

Hold him still!

Tighter!

Tighter!

He ain't so tough.

Be good, you little monkey boy.

Some legend, Mr. Rom.

Chief Mbonga will be disappointed.

Wind up 10 of the strongest.

- We'll need porters.

- Yes, sir.

These go right to you, sir?

You're coming, men.

You're coming with me!

John!

Get off me!

Eddie, alright push.

John!

- Stop it, woman.

- Get off me. John!

Must have been something

the first moment you saw her.

After all the Negroes and baboons.

John!

Quickly!

Don't look at me.

Never look at me.

- Move, woman!

- Get your hands off me!

Mr. Rom, we'll bring him back.

Go!

Go.

Get the Maxim ready!

Hurry!

Focus fire on the boilers,

below the chimney.

Pull away!

Where do you think you are going?

Stay back!

I need you to scream for me.

Like a damsel?

No matter.

He's Tarzan,

you're Jane.

He'll come for you.

John!

John!

John!

John!

They came for me, Kwete.

This was not done by you.

Do you know they were.

We've heard of Whites that

come and fight for money.

Do not wear Belgium colors

Called Force Publique.

The man I interviewed in

Belgium told me about them.

Did anyone mention

a man named Rom?

Nobody gave up any names.

But, Leon Rom.

He's king Leopold's envoy to Congo.

Any other revelations?

Not from me.

Why did you say

they came to get you?

The boat is traveling upstream.

It will slow it down.

We should get to

Boma's mountains before them,

if we take this route

through the Mangani lands.

How do you know

where they are going?

This route is longer

But it is where they are

building the railroad.

We can ride it

part of the way.

Good.

John.

John.

John.

Fine!

I'm still coming with you.

You can't keep up.

I might not be able to

keep up with Tarzan

but I sure as hell

can keep up with you.

It is not wise.

Falling behind means certain death.

I spent over half

my life in the wild.

Besides, nobody here is

better than me with a rifle.

That one right there.

He'll still be choked out

redder than the cardinal's ass

if it werrn't for me.

And that's the truth...

You really think I care

about my life?

Get your mitts off me.

- If you would just...

- If I just what?

Left you in England

in your castle!

They have my wife

and their families.

Whoever you are,

we're here by royal invitation.

As guest of King Leopold.

Lady Clayton, I orchestrated the invitation.

You were not included.

Nor was Dr. Williams.

A tribe of savages is trying

to tear your husband apart

and maybe butcher him

and eat him.

And I'm going to

deliver him to them.

And once I'm dispatch with him,

Dr. Williams will not be left

as a witness, that's clear.

Which begs the question.

Where does that leave you?

You'll notice none of

the natives are smiling.

That one's your friend?

They all are.

You do know that the right

side of your mustache is just

a little lower than the left.

John!

John!

Different kind of wilds.

How are we suppose to catch

a train going 40 miles an hour?

Gravity.

SH*T!

Ahhhhh!

Climb on my back.

Alright, legs too.

Don't think for a second

you're saving my life.

Give me the keys

to the chains.

- Are you the commander?

- Don't tell him anything.

Those are some mighty big

earlobes you got there, son.

You think that was

a lucky shot?

I'm just an engineer

for the bridge.

And how many men have been

enslaved to build your bridge?

Plus this group of natives.

Please, I'm here to build bridges

for Monsieur Rom's army.

I have no part in that.

What army?

The railroads, combine

with the navigable rivers,

put 60% of Congo

within 3 days of a fort.

The forts are done.

But the army has not come.

Where are they?

I don't know.

They were supposed

to be here months ago.

But, they said the king

has yet to pay for them.

How many are there?

20,000.

And they are not regular soldiers.

They are mercenaries.

Long to enjoy

killing for a living.

20,000 men.

50 forts.

That's 400 blood thirsty bastards

arm with a Maxim gun

and repeating rifles at each one.

He'll end up enslaving the entire

country to get what he wants.

People won't stand a chance.

What is Mr. Rom's part in this?

It's his plan.

He's in charge of all of it.

They expected he would be name

Governor-General Rom soon.

No, no, no.

Wait!

Wait, please!

Shut it, clucker.

Now, if you do anything

unladylike in there,

He drowns.

Enjoying your peek show?

Of course I know you can

see me, Lady Clayton.

- Are you a religious man, Mr. Rom?

- Oh. Oh.

Madagascar spider silk.

My priest purchased it for me

in Jerusalem when I was nine.

Sounds like you and

your priest were awfully close.

Why?

I want you to know,

I think your husband had

no right to bring you along.

- I brought myself, Mr. Rom.

- Yes, of course.

But he was supposed

to be the only casualty.

Aside from the entire country of

people you're enslaving of course.

Would you pass the pepper?

It can also serve

as a necklace.

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