All language subtitles for Tarzan_1943-TarzansDesertMystery

I hear them, Cheeta. I hear them.

Hiya, fellas!

Buli, look out.

Buli, Cheeta, it's a plane!

With a letter from Jane, maybe!

Tarzan! Tarzan!

Buli, go home.

Keep your eye on it, Cheeta!

Watch it, Cheeta! Watch it!

- Boy!
- Tarzan, over here!

Hurry, Cheeta! Hurry!

Cheeta.

Boy, hurry. Read letter from Jane.

All right, Tarzan. Don't get excited.

Boy excited, too.

"My darlings,

"I can't begin to tell you
how much I miss you both

"and how happy I will be
when this horrible war is over

"and I can come home to you again."

Tarzan happy, too.

"Many of the soldiers
in the hospital where I am nursing

"have just been brought home from Burma

"and, in addition to their wounds,
are suffering from jungle fever.

"It would be wonderful if you could
send me some of the fever medicine

"which cured Boy when he was so ill,

"for I am certain
that it would help our soldiers, too.

"You'll do this for me, won't you, Tarzan?"

Tarzan get. Read more.

Read more.

Boy, read more.

Now, let's see, where was I? Just a...

Oh, here I am.

Because the trip will take several days,

you must not think of leaving
Boy and Cheeta this time.

The Great Desert
will be very educational for them.

- Jane say Tarzan take Boy?
- That's right, Tarzan.

Read more what Jane say.

"And now I must say goodbye.

"Take good care of yourselves,
my darlings,

"and remember that I love you

"and you are always
in my thoughts and prayers.

"With all my love, Jane."

That's all, Tarzan.

- How soon will we be starting?
- What Boy say?

- Oh. Tarzan go tonight.
- Did you hear that, Cheeta?

We're gonna start right away!
Come on! Let's hurry!

My map's gone.

It was in this box.

Did you take it, Cheeta?

You didn't, huh?

Don't you know it's wrong
to take things that belong to other people?

It's a bad habit.

You should be sorry.

Just think, Cheeta, we're gonna travel.
We're gonna see the Great Desert.

See this blank space here?
This is sand, nothing but sand.

This is where we are now, the escarpment.

Way across the desert
is the fever medicine jungle.

Tarzan says it's full of wild animals
and all sorts of mysterious things.

We might even see a city.
Here's El Ece Bra.

But it's miles and miles away
from the fever medicine jungle.

Birherari here, it isn't so far away.
We might go there.

Tarzan's been to Birherari
and so has Jane.

She's told me all sorts of things
about the desert people there.

They wear clothes all the time.
Can you imagine that?

Heavy robes called a burnoose.

And things they wind around their heads
they call turbans.

I bet you'd look funny in a turban.

We're gonna have lots of fun
traveling across the desert.

Boy stay home.

Stay home?

- Fever medicine jungle dangerous.
- But I want to see Birherari!

Boy stay home.

But, Tarzan, Jane always said
travel is very broadening.

Look, Tarzan, Cheeta wants to go, too.

All right. Boy and Cheeta come
with Tarzan to edge of desert.

Then go home.

Desert no good place.
Jungle much safer than desert.

The Sheik has returned.

The devotion of your people
is heartwarming, Sire.

I try to earn their love and respect.

In my own humble way, I, too,
try to merit the approval of your people.

And failing that, you don't mind
settling for their money, do you?

Selim, don't be rude.

Our friend here has brought much trade
and prosperity to Birherari.

A philanthropist, I suppose.
A new role for you, eh, Hendrix?

I overlook your sarcasm.

Again I remind you
that my offer to you still holds good.

You have only to speak
to become my full partner.

Thanks. I'm not that easily bribed.

Selim, must you always argue thus?

I stand rebuked, my father.

Welcome home, Sire.
Did you have good hunting?

- We fared well. Look, look.
- The Sheik is a mighty hunter.

- It was he who bagged the biggest lion.
- And the fiercest.

Pardon.
Now, if you would excuse me, Sire.

Business, you know?

Business, always business.

No wonder the Hendrix enterprise
is prospering.

- Hello, Karl.
- Herr Heinrich.

Idiot!

How many times must I tell you?
Here in Birherari call me Mr. Hendrix.

Sorry, it won't happen again.

- Did you also have good hunting?
- Excellent, as usual.

Sheik agreed I should
also control the tobacco trade.

- Good. My congratulations.
- What's the news with you, Karl?

Oh, I manage to keep busy.

There was another visitor from El Ece Bra.

- Sightseer, no doubt?
- Yes.

He wanted to see Prince Selim.

I hope you were able to arrange a meeting.

- I was.
- Any complications?

None.

- Please. Please, Mr. Hendrix.
- What is it?

Is this what we get
for one month's work at the looms?

- You get exactly what you earn, woman.
- Be on your way!

But for this we cannot buy enough to eat.

Then you should work a little harder.

Paul, the complaints are increasing,
the people are growing restless.

- They talk of petitioning Prince Selim.
- He's a fool.

Suppose you let me worry about that?

Now, I have a more pleasant job for you.

On our way out of the jungle,

we encountered a magnificent
wild stallion.

The Sheik is very anxious to possess him.

Of course, and he would show
his appreciation in a very practical way?

- Exactly.
- You may depend on me.

I'll bring in that stallion.

Tell men set horse free.

Now tell men set horse free.

All right, cut the stallion loose.

Men go.

Well, Tarzan, what are we waiting for?

Boy and Cheeta go back
to escarpment now.

Tarzan, be a sport!

We want to help you
get the fever medicine.

Jane ask Tarzan to get fever medicine.
Boy stay home.

Why, Tarzan, I don't remember
reading anything like that in Jane's letter.

Then Boy read letter again!

Well, let's see.

Of course, you must not think of leaving
Boy and Cheeta this time.

The Great Desert
will be very educational for them.

- Boy read letter like Jane say?
- Certainly, Tarzan, just like Jane say.

Why Boy lie?

Well, I had my fingers crossed.

It's lonesome on the escarpment
without you, Tarzan.

All right.

Come, Cheeta.

Goodbye, Tarzan. Hurry home.

Boy wait.

Tarzan take.

Oh, Tarzan.

Look, Tarzan, it's the wild horse again.

He's thanking you, Tarzan.
Isn't he beautiful?

- Yes, beautiful.
- Let's take him with us.

No, horse want freedom
just like everyone.

Go.

- Come, Boy.
- All right.

See, Tarzan? He wants to stay with us.
He's our friend.

- Please, let him come with us, Tarzan.
- All right.

Come on.

- I bet he wouldn't mind a bit if I rode him.
- No, horse wild.

Please let me try, Tarzan.

- All right, Boy try.
- Give me a boost.

- See? He's perfectly willing.
- Yes, horse willing.

We go to oasis, fill water bags.

That old yawner
about this being a small world

certainly ain't no lie.

A few weeks ago
I'm playing five-a-day stands

in flea-bitten vaudeville houses.

Then, voom, I'm in Africa,

entertaining the soldiers
who chased Rommel out.

And then out of a clear blue sky
I'm hired by a handsome sheik

to ride across yon burning desert sands
on a secret mission.

What, change here for Schenectady?

From here you must proceed alone.

Don't tell me Paul Hendrix is out there,

hiding behind one of those
overgrown anthills.

Don't treat this matter too lightly,
Miss Bryce.

Two of my emissaries to Birherari
have failed to return.

You don't have to worry about me.

Criminy, I mean, who in the world would
suspect a gal magician

with a vaudeville show
that's strictly from hunger.

No one, I trust.

Oh, by the way, your friend,
this Prince Selim,

- he speak the English, no?
- I think he'll be able to understand you.

Selim and I were educated in your country,
at Yale.

Oh!

Boola boola, boola boola

Well, now, about this message.

Am I supposed to memorize it,

or is it
to be written on my back in invisible ink?

It is written within this.

Say, that's not a bad gag.

- Good luck, Miss Bryce.
- Thanks, Amir... Sheik Amir.

I'll be seeing you.

All right, boys, on your feet. Siesta's over.

Shake a leg with that java, boys.
We can't stay here all day.

If any more of my stuff falls
off those camels,

I could start a magician's junkyard.

What do you want?

Because the English I so well speak,

I, Achmed Nogash Segali,
by my friends to address you

- have been select.
- Shoot.

Is it true, O mystic lady,
that one within this box placed

may in half be sawn?

And afterward,
in one piece put together be?

Well, if it isn't true,
then I've died a thousand horrible deaths.

- What's on your mind, Rudy?
- This magic we wish to learn.

Oh, I get it. A free show, eh?

My friend Kushmet.

Three wives with the tempers
of she-camels he possesses.

Upon two of which, the most homely,

he would this strange magic perform
with failure.

Thereby bending to his will
the mind of the third.

Oh, brother, do you give the King's English
the Saint Vitus' dance.

My friend Kushmet.

Look, Tony, rather than go through
another one of your sentences,

I'll show you how it's done.
Free, gratis, for nothing.

Take the box and put it over here, fellas.

That's right.

Okay, Makushla... Kushmet,

you and Charlie
squatty-boo right there on the aisle.

No, Achmed, I need you for a stooge.

Now, all you have to do is
when I get in here, you just saw away.

Kushmet. Couche.

- Okay, professor, saw away.
- May Allah be with you.

Oh, it's okay, Marty, it's okay.
Give her a couple of good ones.

Hey!

Hey, what goes on?

Hey, cut it out, you're clearing my pitch.

What do you think you're trying to do?

You idiot. You goggle-eyed moron!
Put me down.

Put me down!

- Girl all right?
- Of course I'm all right,

- you fugitive from a sideshow.
- Tarzan think girl hurt.

I ought to saw you in half,
you meddling fool.

You've gone and chased those men off
and with my horse, too.

Here I am in the middle of a desert,
million miles from nowhere.

How do you expect me
to get to Birherari now?

- Tarzan take.
- Oh, yes.

Well, just unroll your magic carpet
and away we'll go.

Please, lady, don't be mad at Tarzan.
He was only trying to help you.

Say, what is this, a carnival act?

Ye Gods! And a monkey, too.

And unless I've got the blind staggers,
I'm looking at a horse.

Okay, Muscles,
there's my Greyhound for Birherari.

Wait! Jaynar wild horse.

So what? I used to ride for a circus.

Well? How am I doing?

- Are you all right?
- Fine, fine.

I'll only spend the rest of my life
eating off a mantelpiece.

You and your trick horse.

- Next time girl ask horse.
- Ask horse.

My bracelet. I've lost my bracelet.

Cheeta.

How many times must I tell you
to leave other people's things alone?

Thanks.

All right. Rub your magic lamp
and let's get on to Birherari.

- Tarzan stay here, rest.
- I'm not tired.

Tarzan rest.

Girl still mad.

I've never seen Jane act like that.

Jane smart. Jane know Tarzan too long.
Don't get mad.

Go away! Scat! You Mussolini, scat!

Flies, sand,

mosquitoes, monkeys.

Human monkeys!

And a horse!

"Girl ask horse first."

A talking horse.

Maybe I'm crazy.

- Girl eat?
- For the 799th time, no!

- Good.
- I'm not hungry!

Besides, I wouldn't eat
any of that desert duckling

if I was starving to death.

Tarzan eat.

Hey! Lay off!

What's he trying to do, eat me?
The cannibal!

Hey, call him off! Don't just sit there.

Girl eat now?

Girl smart now. Smart like horse.

Okay, monkey.

Karl.

How many raiders did you say
were in the party

that stole the Sheik's stallion from you?

Oh, 15 at least, maybe 20.

Those?

- Well, you see, I...
- Don't strain yourself, Karl.

Nice of them
to deliver the Sheik's present.

Don't tell me this is the end of the line.

Birherari.

I was afraid of that.

Well,

I've played worse places
in one-night stands.

Well, goodbye, Tarzan.
Thanks for the ride, anyway.

Jaynar bring. Connie better thank him.

Yeah, that's right.

Thanks, Jaynar, old pal.

- Goodbye, Boy.
- Goodbye.

- Bye, now, Tarzan.
- Goodbye.

All right! Take a hold of that horse!

What's the trouble, Mr. Hendrix?

He stole this stallion
intended as a present for the Sheik.

Man lie.

Tarzan rescued the horse.
They were whipping Jaynar.

All right, come along. You're under arrest.

But Tarzan hasn't done anything.
Has he, Connie?

What do you know about this?

Who, me? I'm just an innocent hitchhiker.

- Come!
- Tarzan!

Boy stay. Connie take good care of you.

- Me?
- Yes.

All right, if you feel that way about it.

By the way, I hope Mr. Tarzan
is no particular friend of yours.

I should say not.

No, I pick my friends
on the right side of the law!

Good. We'll get along, Miss...

My name's Connie Bryce.

I'm Paul Hendrix.

The big shot himself?

Well, I'm glad to meet you.

Say, where does a girl with a new family
hang her hat around here?

Karl.

You'll see to it that my friend Connie
and family have suitable quarters.

- I'll attend to it.
- Thanks.

- Come on, Boy. Come on, Cheeta.
- This way.

Magnificent!

- This is a gift worthy of a sultan!
- Your pleasure is my reward, Sire.

Selim, did you ever see
a more superb animal?

It is a fine horse, Sire.

I'm afraid Prince Selim admires the gift
a great deal more than the giver.

- There is something in what you say.
- That's enough.

You displease me very much!

Then I must
humbly beg your forgiveness, Sire.

My friend, I must apologize
for the manners of my son.

It is nothing. He's young, high-spirited.

- High-spirited like any thoroughbred.
- Thank you, my friend.

- Gee, Connie, I'm sure worried.
- You're worried?

Horse stealing is a mighty serious thing
in this country.

- I hope they hang him!
- Connie!

I'm sorry, Boy. I didn't mean that.

But if it weren't for him,
I wouldn't be in this fix.

- Isn't there something we can do?
- Why, sure there is.

If I could just attract Selim's attention
without Hendrix suspecting anything,

well, we'd have Tarzan out of that clink
before you could say Jack Robinson.

- Honest?
- I just said so, didn't I?

Why, it'd be a cinch.

If I had my props, I'd be out in that square
doing a pitch right now.

- A pitch? What's a pitch?
- Oh, a show. An act, you know.

Fat chance I've got with all my stuff

rotting out there
in the middle of the desert.

Connie! I've got it!
I know how we can do a pitch.

And now, my friends,
this little lady will perform a feat

which has amazed
the entire civilized world.

Unaided and alone, she will attempt
to cross the tightwire blindfolded!

I'm sorry, Father. Really sorry.

But that man never fails
to make my blood boil.

Why must you
go out of your way to insult him?

I can't help it, Father. I don't like him.

- You're just prejudiced.
- No, it's more than that. He's an alien.

Haven't you noticed how
he surrounds himself not with our people,

but with men from the border tribes?

Why, he's employed
hundreds of our people.

Yes, for the menial jobs.

But the men in his confidence,

the bazaar managers, the foremen,
the caravan leaders, are all outsiders.

I don't trust him, Father.

You mean, you don't
trust your father's judgment, don't you?

Please, Father, I didn't mean that.
It's just that you're too good a man.

Too forthright and trusting to realize
how ruthless and domineering he is.

Why, in America
he'd be called a racketeer.

And now, ladies and gentlemen,
this fearless little lady will attempt

the daring, death-defying feat of
turning a somersault on the high wire.

Watch her, ladies and gentlemen!

Watch Cheeta,
the chimpanzee with the human mind,

who will risk her life and limb
for your edification and entertainment!

Okay, boys. Make with the music.

Boola boola, boola boola

Boola boola, boola boo

Do you hear, Father?
It's a song from my university.

Well, I hear a strange conglomeration.

Excuse me, Sire.

Put faith in Eli Yale to win

We cannot fail

Boola boola boo, boola boola boo
Boola boo, boola boola boola boo

Boola boola, boola boola

Boola boola, boola boola

When we move in, oh, poor fellow

They will holler, "Boola boo"

- Nice going, chum.
- Say, where did you learn that song?

Oh, I've had a very liberal education.

I've been
intercepting Yale passes for years.

You're a long way from home.
What brings you to Birherari?

Well, that's what I wanted
to talk to you about a little later.

Fine. May I send for you this evening?

All right.

This is just so I'll know
that it's your messenger.

Why all the mystery?

I'll tell you about that later.

All right, small stuff,
you gotta get some shuteye.

- Shuteye?
- You know, sleep.

Oh, of course.

You sure
Tarzan's gonna be all right, Connie?

- Oh, sure, Boy.
- Then I'm sure, too.

- Good night.
- Aren't you forgetting something?

Am I? What?

Aren't you gonna say my prayers with me?

- What?
- Jane always did.

Well,

I'm a little out of practice.

You just repeat what I say.

- But I...
- Please?

- Dear Father who art in Heaven...
- Dear Father who art in Heaven...

...watch over me this night...

...watch over me this night...

...and protect me from evil.
...and protect me from evil.

Bless Tarzan and deliver him
from those who would harm him.

Bless Tarzan and deliver him
from those who would harm him.

Bless Jane so far away
and the soldiers she nurses.

Bless Jane so far away
and the soldiers she nurses.

P.S., God bless Connie, too.

P.S.,

God bless Boy, too.

Amen.

Amen.

Now you're supposed
to kiss me good night.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Good night, Cheeta.

Come in.

You wish an audience with Prince Selim?

Wait a minute.

Cheeta. Cheeta, give me the bracelet.

Give it to me, Cheeta.

Here, give it to me.

That's right. Thank you.

All right. Come on, Ali Baba,
let's get going.

Come in.

- Well, hello.
- Hello yourself.

Still wondering how come
I sang your alma mater song?

Still wondering.

Well,

a friend of mine suggested
that it might be of interest to you.

An old college chum of yours.

Amir!

Well, his royal... What's his...
Sheik Amir of El Ece Bra.

How is the old so-and-so?

You know,
I haven't heard from him in months.

And yet Amir has twice sent couriers
to you with confidential messages.

But I never received any such messages.

Well, wake up, chum.
There's dirty work at the crossroads.

- Somebody bumped those two guys off.
- But why?

Well, I don't know the real lowdown,

but it's all here, including, I suppose,
what Amir proposes to do about it.

Look.
You see, you have to press that back.

There.

I think this will finish Hendrix in Birherari.

I'll take this to my father right away.

Then my trip here has been a success.

You've taken a very great risk,
and I'm very grateful.

I only wish there was something
I could do for you.

Oh, skip that.

Oh, say, you know,
there is something you could do for me.

- Strictly as a friend.
- Just name it.

Well,

it's about Tarzan, the jungle man,
that was arrested today.

You mean the one who created
such a disturbance in the square?

- But he's accused of stealing the stallion.
- Yeah, by Hendrix.

Tarzan's no thief.

- All right. I'll intercede for him.
- Thanks a million.

I'll ring for Hassan to show you out.

Oh, no. Don't bother.
I can find my way out.

- All right, Connie. Good night.
- Good night.

Good night.

Hendrix.

We must get that message.

- He's dead.
- He burnt the message.

Good. Saves me the trouble.

- Better call the guard.
- Call the guard?

Certainly.
There's been a murder, hasn't there?

And he practically promised
to set Tarzan free.

Oh, Connie, aren't you glad now
I made you say your prayers?

I certainly am.
I think you got something there.

Why, Cheeta.
Where on earth have you been?

You're under arrest.

Under arrest? Are you kidding? What for?

For the murder of Prince Selim.

- But I just left him.
- I know that.

You were the only one
who entered his quarters tonight.

You let me...

You leave Connie alone.
She hasn't killed anybody. Let me go.

We gotta help her, Cheeta.

Here. Give it to me. You'll lose it.
Come on.

...then we heard a muffled cry.

After a moment this woman
ran out of the door and down the corridor.

We hurried into the room.
Prince Selim was slumped across his desk.

He had been stabbed in the back.

I didn't run out.
There wasn't a muffled cry.

They're telling a pack of lies.

The prisoner will kindly remain silent
unless addressed.

- Can you confirm Mr. Hendrix's statement?
- Certainly.

As soon as we realized Selim was dead,
I called Hassan, summoned the guard.

Prince Selim did not say
why he wished to speak to this woman?

No, Your Eminence.

Have you anything to say?

Only that I'm being framed!

They're trying to give me a fast shuffle!

I mean, I'm being accused
of something that I didn't do!

Why did you
seek this audience with the Prince?

Well, I'd rather
tell that to the Sheik. Personally.

The Sheik is in mourning for his son.

You can certainly speak freely to me.

Well, I had a note for Selim from Amir.

Indeed? And where is this note?

Well, I left it with Selim.

Did you discover any note
when you examined the premises?

No, Your Eminence.

Did either of you see any sign of a note?

- I certainly didn't.
- Nor I.

Can't you see they're lying?

I suggest that this note is a figment
of the murderess's imagination.

I'm afraid I'm inclined to agree.

In the name of my sheik,

I sentence you to be hanged by the neck
until you're dead.

- What are you doing here?
- Please, sir, I want to see Tarzan.

- And the monkey, too?
- Please, mister.

- I can't. I've got no orders.
- But only for a few minutes.

Yeah. Well, all right,
but only for a few minutes.

Thank you, sir.

Stand back.

- Why Boy and Cheeta here?
- Tarzan, they're gonna kill Connie.

- Kill? Why?
- Because she murdered somebody.

Connie? Kill someone?

No, she didn't. But they say
she murdered the Sheik's son.

- Who say Connie do that?
- The same man that took Jaynar.

- And Connie says he's framing her.
- Framing?

Yes, that's American for blaming her
for something she didn't do.

Why?

I don't know,
but they're gonna hang her in the morning.

Open door! Open! Open door!

Stop that! Stop that or I'll shoot.

- Don't, Tarzan, he will shoot.
- Be quiet!

Quiet!

My turban!

We had more turban, we could make rope.

Slide down.

Cheeta.

Cheeta, Tarzan wants you to climb down
and get lots of turbans.

Cheeta understand?

Give me my turban.

Your turban? I haven't got your turban.

- Where's my turban?
- Your turban?

- My turban!
- I haven't got your turban.

Cheeta! We thought you'd never get here.

We've got to hurry.

- Hang the murderer!
- Hang her!

Boy jump now.

Look, Tarzan, Jaynar.

Let the sentence be carried out.

Quick! Get our riders!

She mustn't escape
and reach the Sheik Amir.

Boy, Cheeta, jump!

- What is it, Tarzan?
- Men near. Come!

Look! There's a hut.

Look like camel drivers' camp.

Looks like the Ritz to me.

Anybody home?

Say,

this is cozy.

Look. Somebody even laid a fire.

One good thing
about a whopping big storm like that,

it certainly feels swell when it's over!

This is gonna make up
for all that sand I swallowed.

Boy, am I relaxed!

Good to rest after struggle.

Good? It's heavenly!

You ought to see our house in the jungle.
It's really peaceful.

Boy wish he were home, eh?

Well...

Why don't you
come and live with us, Connie?

Listen, you better not tempt me.

Cheeta says yes. What do you say, Tarzan?

Connie used to big cities.
Connie get lonesome here soon.

I've been lonesome all my life.

What's the matter, Boy?
Did I say something to upset him?

It's all right, Connie.

But, you see, Tarzan is lonesome, too.
For Jane.

Is that the girl
you mentioned in your prayers?

Is she your mother?

- You both must love her very much.
- Of course, we do.

- Gee, she's a lucky girl.
- It's Tarzan and I who are the lucky ones.

Yeah, I suppose you are.

Everybody sleep now.
Start for medicine jungle in morning.

Connie sleep here.

That suits me just fine.

Boy sleep here.

Good night, Connie.

Good night, Boy.

Good night, Tarzan.

Good night.

- There's no one in here, Paul.
- Well, they were here.

Those hoofprints are fresh.
They've headed west.

Well, here we are.

A kid, a monkey, a horse thief
and an accused murderess,

all hunting for fever medicine.

Why can't you
take me to Sheik Amir now?

El Ece Bra far away. Go later.

But I want to get out
from under that murder rap,

and Amir is the only one who can help me.

Tarzan come for fever medicine.
Tarzan get.

Okay. Come on, kid, let's go.

Jungle dangerous.
Connie and Boy stay here.

Gee, Tarzan, I want to go with you.
I can help carry the vines.

Cheeta bring vines.
Boy help Connie fill waterskin.

- But can't I just...
- No! Tarzan hurry.

Cheeta, come!

Doesn't anybody ever win an argument
with that guy?

Well, hardly ever!

Cheeta, come.

Cheeta! Come!

Cheeta, no touch flowers. Dangerous.

Come.

Stay here.

What's keeping him so long?

Every time I think of that rope necklace
waiting for me at Birherari, I get the yips.

Cheeta, Connie and Boy...

Cheeta.

Connie, Cheeta's here.

You woke me up
right in the middle of a nice, fat contract.

Forty weeks solid on Broadway.

Gee, Connie! I'm sorry.

That's okay, kid.
I've been having that dream for years.

Well, what do we do, now?

Squeeze the juice into the waterskin.

All right, Cheeta. Tarzan...

Goodbye, now. Hurry!

Cheeta, that's Connie's bracelet!

- Cheeta, give it to me.
- My bracelet?

Where did you get that?

Cheeta gave it to me
the night they arrested you. I'd forgotten...

- Oh, wait, it's still here.
- What is it, Connie?

The note from Sheik Amir to Prince Selim.

How do you like that!

Amir is tipping the Sheik off

that Hendrix is a crook
and a foreign agent.

Amir says he can prove that Hendrix
has been arming the border tribesmen

so that he can take over
the whole country.

And get this.

Unless the Sheik throws Hendrix out
and disarms those border tribes,

Amir will ride on Birherari,
and that will mean war.

If the Sheik reads this, he won't hang you.
He'll hang Hendrix.

You said it, kid.
This is gonna prove my innocence.

Come on.
We mustn't waste another minute.

We've gotta get
this note to the Sheik right away.

What is it, Jaynar? What's the matter?

Connie! Look!

Jaynar, get out of sight.

Paul!

We gotta find Tarzan.

There they are. Come.

She's not to get away.

- You take those two men.
- Yeah.

You, come with me.

Quick, Connie. The tree.

Come on, Connie.

Connie, there.

There's another way out.

Boy!

Don't touch the web, Connie!
Don't touch it!

Connie! Boy!

Tarzan!

Connie, go!

In risking your life
to bring the Sheik Amir's message,

you averted bloodshed
between his tribe and mine.

And I and my people will be
forever grateful to you, Miss Bryce.

It was just my good deed for the day,
that's all.

Well, Tarzan, old scout,

what else can I do for you in London
besides bringing Jane the fever medicine?

Tell Jane Tarzan very lonesome.
Send much love.

Okay, palsy-walsy!

- Goodbye, Boy.
- Goodbye, Connie.

Next to Tarzan and Jane,
you're the swellest person I know.

You're 100% yourself.

Well, fellows,

I guess this is it.

So long, Tarzan! Bye, Boy!
Thanks for everything, Your Sheikness!

Tarzan and Boy
go back to escarpment now.

And will I be glad to get there!
Come on, Cheeta! We're going home!

Cheeta! Where are you?

Oh, no. Not with me, you don't.

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