All language subtitles for Daughter.of.the.Jungle.1982

Hey, Lamser, this is a laugh.

The Feds chased us all the
way to Africa and nail us,

and we beat the rap.

Don't be too sure of that.

I bet my hunch is Fly Boy.

Right now, I got a
hunch that you are lost.

Hey, Richards.
Lay ya six to five,

your Cairo office cancels
our boat reservations.

Your booking days are over, Kraik.

Well, maybe.
Right now, I got a haunch

that Fly Boy don't know where
he is or where he's going.

Give you a pretty good
price, Richards, at the...

Save it, Kraik.

You're through.

Birds like you that keep
things stirred up in the world,

especially the Near East.

Stealing and selling war
materials to Revolutionists.

Big business.

That familiar territory
down there, Cooper?

Nope.

Any chance of getting the radio to work?

I can't work on the
radio while we're flying.

Looks like Uncle Sam's
just wasting his gas,

eh, Fly Boy?

Possibly, but you're
still not out of trouble.

Down there's jungle.

Well, it ain't Alcatraz.

Mr. Walker!

Mr. Walker!

Listen.

It's a plane.

-Oh, dad.
-Yes, of course it is.

We've got to get a signal
fire started at once.

This is our chance to get out of here!

Yes, you're right.

But where will it land?

Great bird come, Bwana.

We know, Liongo.

A lot of it, ain't there?

Do you got enough
gas to fly out of this?

There's your answer.

You can't set us down on that celery.

-He's got no choice.
-Right.

You guys better pray for a
clearing with your eyes open.

We only got a few minutes left.

Why you tell Mahorib
great bird come down?

They may need help, dad.

I better get to them
before the warriors do.

Good idea.

Mahorib may cause trouble.

He certainly intends trouble too.

Listen to those drums.

This is the chance
you've been waiting for.

She'll get about all right, won't you?

-She's got to!
-Oh, stop worrying.

She'll get to them.

Well this is it. Tighten your belts.

Easy.

Rough landing, huh?

Yeah. We're pretty lucky at that.

Where's it hurt?

My chest.

Your safety belt snapped.

You crashed into the front seat.

Hey. Hey, what's with those drums?

What'd they show up?

Hey, the bush is moving.

See 'em?

Nah, I didn't see nothing.

Hey, hey, there's one of 'em.

Yeah.

Come and get it!

Hey, that put 'em on the lamb!

Yeah, they'll be back.

Now you've ruined any chance
we had to making friends.

You were right, boss.

Till we get out of this
mess, you call all the shots.

Fair enough. Did it get you?

Nah. Just missed me.

Here, don't get trigger happy.

Make every shot count.

You and Kraik get
Richards inside the plane.

-I'll cover you from over here.
-Okay.

Hey Kraik, help me get
Richards in the plane.

You flip your lid, kid?

I'm not gonna help no copper.

We can't leave him here!

I can sure try.

Mahorib!

Mahorib!

Mahorib, stop this.

What will Chief Liongo say?

No. White devils kill.

You attacked them when
they were in trouble.

Mahorib kill.

Great bird bring evil.

A great bird brought my father.

Dare you say to Chief Liongo
that Bwana Walker is evil.

Order your warriors to stop the attack.

Now!

The fighting is over.

You and your friends are safe.

Well, what do you know?
You speak English.

Well, I was nine when
my father's plane crashed

not far from here.

-You mean you've been here...
-It's a long story, Mr?

Cooper. Paul Cooper.

Well, I'm Irene Walker, Mr. Cooper.

The Natives call me to Ticoora.

We better get your friends to the village.

Oh, there's a village, too?

Oh yes, several.

The chief of the tribe has
given us a home in his village.

I'm sure he'll make you welcome, too.

What kind of a jungle is this?

I don't know, but I
could learn to like it.

I'm Ticoora.

Well, that makes everything clear.

-What are you doing out here?
-I'll tell you later,

but right now we've gotta
get Richards to her village.

Come on, gimme a hand.

These things are looscious.

Looscious, hey?

Do you mean, they're delicious?

What's the difference?
Either way, they're tasty.

Well, I'm happy for ya.

-How is he?
-I'm afraid it's only a question of time.

His chest has been badly crushed.

Oh, that's too bad.

You must be hungry.

Why don't you come in?

Ah, thanks.

Hey, Lamser, come here.

Looks like we're gonna
have one cop less, huh?

I hope not. He seems like a right guy.

Hey, I noticed you're
getting kind of chummy

with the opposition.

What's with ya?

Haven't I always taken care of ya?

Haven't I always gotten ya outta jams?

Yeah. Also in.

If you hadn't got trigger
happy with those Natives,

we wouldn't be in this spot.

You don't like backtalk
from the hired help, Lamser.

Your insurance paid up?

Look, Kraik, I'm tired of running.

I always thought you were
pretty much of a big shot,

but you've been in a
couple of spots lately

and I'm not so sure anymore.

Better get sure.

You know, I'm not in this caper alone.

Guys I play ball with would hate to hear

that you called Copper.

Think it over.

Maybe, I will.

Well, we have you to thank
for saving us from Mahorib

and his gang.
But what I don't understand is,

who saved you when you crashed?

This doll.

I had her with me when the plane crashed.

She was a more perfect image

than any of Mahorib's voodoo fetishes.

Chief Liongo wouldn't let anyone harm us.

They thought we were white Gods,

armed with more power to banish evil

than Mahorib possessed.

Some of the Natives still thinks so.

Liongo sees to that, but it
doesn't fool Mahorib at all.

Bwana Walker. Good magic.

He means the magic of
boiled water and sanitation.

After all, they'll do more
to fend off evil spirits

than all of a medicine
man's paraphernalia.

Sounds like a jungle
version of local politics.

It does it that!

Chief Liongo for peace,
health, and progress.

Mahorib for the return
of the good old days.

The only trouble is here,

the defeated candidate doesn't give up.

One of these days,
Mahorib will settle the ballot with blood.

Easton's been worrying
about that for 12 years.

12 years, that does it.

The Bwana gig threw me for a minute.

You're Vincent Walker.

Vincent Walker, why sure,
the missing millionaire!

That's right!

It's flattering to know that
someone still remembers me.

Remember?
Well, you're are a big unsolved mystery.

The Sunday supplements might
have forgotten about you,

but they couldn't forget about
that trust fund you set up.

Every chisel in the country has tried

to get his hot little hands on that.

I dare say it's still intact.

My will stipulated that if
anything happened to me,

the money was to be
divided among charities,

if for any reason it
was unclaimed by Irene

before her let birthday.

And she's not even close to 21.

Oh, yes I am. I'll be 21 next month.

That still gives us plenty
of time to get you back home.

You've got
a lot to learn, Cooper.

Liongo, see how Richard is, please.

Yes, Bwana.

We made several attempts
to reach the outside world

when we were first marooned here.

Each time we were forced
back by the jungle.

On our last try, we
were attacked by lions.

We escaped with our lives,

but the wounds I received
made it necessary

for me to give up all
thought of ever going home.

What he really means is
because he can't make it,

he won't allow Ticoora or me to try

Stop it, Easton.

We've been over this before.

I'll not leave Dad, and you know it.

And I tell you it's not right.

Just because you're stuck here,

you're content to allow Ticoora
and me to rot in this place.

She could get us out of here.

She knows more about the
jungle than any of the Natives.

I don't blame her for not
wanting to leave her father.

However, I didn't mean we
were gonna walk out of here.

If our radio isn't too badly smashed,

I can send for a helicopter to
take us back to civilisation.

-Is that possible?
-Certainly.

Well, for heaven's sakes,
why are you wasting time then?

Ticoora, show 'em the
way back to his plane.

I'd be glad to.

Maybe we can get a message
through by nightfall.

Possible.
Easton, you keep an eye on Kraik.

Certainly, certainly,
anything but hurry.

Come on, Ticoora.

You don't know what it'll be like
to get out of this jungle.

It'd be like returning from the dead.

Let's go over to my cabin.

I feel more comfortable there.

Yeah. Yeah.

Bad white man still live.

Mahorib make voodoo.

Death spirit comes soon.

Liongo say no.

He say white man God.

White man. No die.

Liongo lie!

Well, there's a
pleasant little playmate.

Liongo trapped him a few days ago.

He'd been raiding the
village for some time.

You know, the more I see of this jungle,

the less I like it.

Oh, oh

-You rent this place?
-Huh?

Must get kinda lonesome here.

Lonesome? Worse than that.

But this helps.

Turning the flory into alcohol

is the only good thing I've
learned from this jungle.

Oh, a rum pot, eh?

-I've heard about you too.
-Yeah?

-You have some?
-No thanks.

Never touch this stuff.

Dunno why Cooper wanted to guarded though.

You can't go anywhere.

Maybe he figured I'd run
away with the tribal jewels.

Would you?

Sure.

If there wasn't something
better to get away with.

I don't understand.

Have another drink.

You sounded like you're
fed up with Walker.

-Fed up.
-Why wouldn't I be?

I didn't wanna come
along in the first place.

I was only his secretary.

Vincent Walker owes me
plenty for the misery

his little family vacation cost me.

Figure he think he owes you,

oh, say half a million dollars?

What do you mean?

That trust fund Walker set up.

You and I could split that, Easton.

-Split the trust?
-Yeah.

Oh, you're crazy. You couldn't.

No, I know a lot of people have tried

to get their hands on it before.

Nobody's ever succeeded.

But today I found out the answer.

It's that girl, that Irene.

Hey, look, Easton,
you've got coming to you.

You said so yourself, remember?

Hey, how'd you like to
get a hold of that dough

with the whole world to spend it in?

You've earned it, Easton. The hard way.

-Yes.
-Yeah.

I have.

I certainly have.

What are we kidding ourselves for, Kraik?

Given time and freedom,
maybe you could arrange it,

but when Cooper hands you over

to the authorities in Cairo.
-No, no.

No, no, Cooper isn't
gonna fly me outta here.

No, he won't fly you out
but when he fixes that radio.

He ain't gonna fix the radio.

Why?

Guess.

Because you've wrecked it!

That's what you did.

You thought it'd give you time.

A chance to escape.

Well, you've escaped, all right.

You've escaped into the
worst prison on Earth!

There's no lawyer that can
get you outta this jail.

The only thing you could
do is appeal your sense

of that stinking jungle out there.

Fever, quick sand, savages and beasts!

-Get off the soapbox.
-Soapbox?

Why do you think I've
been dying a slow death

here for 12 years?

Because no one's ever been able
to get out of here till today.

You've ruined it.

You condemned us here for life.

Snap out of it.

After all, I've spent
over half of my life here.

In fact, the jungle seems
more like home to me

than back home would.

Well, that's natural.
You were just a kid.

Where did your plane crash?

Just a little ways off the trail.

I'll show you.

Say, this is really beautiful.

Yes it is, isn't it?

Dad and I keep it this way.

We buried mother here so the savages

and beasts wouldn't find her.

Apparently, no white person has ever died.

That's why the Natives
think that we're Gods.

Oh, but tell me.

Tell me of home,

about the things that
I've always dreamed of,

about what the women do and
what they wear, what they say.

Boy, that's a pretty
tough assignment.

Let's see, when we left,

my favourite singer was Bing Crosby

and his song that I liked
best was "Love In Bloom."

Well, Bing's still
king with lots of people.

And then there was Shirley Temple

and ice skating in the park and circuses

and new clothes every Easter.

Ticoora and white man go to great bird.

Warrior see Mahorib voodoo.

Strong voodoo!

We bring Ticoora and white man here.

And then when cloth was so hard to get,

the fashion designers
come up with something

they called the new look.

Oh, what was it like?

Well, it wasn't really new.

It was more like a tin type
of my grandmother, you know,

full blouses, wide belt,
bustles in the back.

Were the skirts long?

Too long.

-Full or tailored?
-Hmm?

The skirts, full or tailored?

Oh, I don't know.

Richards could tell you.

He's got a wife waiting
for him back in Washington.

Talks about her all the time.

Is there anyone waiting for you, Paul?

Me? Nah.

Oh, when I was a kid,
there was a girl next door.

We piled around together
all through high school.

You know how it's in a small town.

Yeah, I guess we'd be Mr. And Mrs, now,

if the war hadn't come along.

But I joined the Air Force

and she married the guy next door,

on the other side.

You know those Marine Corps dressed blues

are mighty flashy uniforms.

Poor, Paul.

Oh, it's not so bad.

After all, it's been years
ago that this happened.

High school must have been fun.

Yeah, it was fun sometimes, but

Hi, boss.

How'd you get here?

I was right behind you on the trail,

but I didn't see you duck off it.

I heard your voices when I started back.

I didn't think you'd
need guarding, Lamser.

Why did you leave the village?

Well, you see, I didn't
have nothing else to do

and I figured you might need
a hand in fixing that radio.

You want me to take you to Carol?

Oh, I don't want to stay
here, that's essential.

It means prison.

Yeah, and ice cream.

Besides, maybe I'll get
to see Seamus O'Reilly.

He was my monitor when I was at Dannemora.

He's on the rock now.

I don't think you
deserve the rock, Lamser.

Look, I got a couple of
friends back in the States

who can throw a lot of weight
around if they want to.

I'll put in a good word for you.

It might help.

-You mean that?
-Sure.

From what Richard's tells me,

you weren't really Kraik's partner

on that stolen war materials deal.

He was just using you.

Yeah, I'm just a stooge.

That's what I get for wanting
to be a tough class of people.

I guess that's what gets
a lot of guys into trouble,

wanting to be a tough class of people.

How right you are.

Ticoora, we better head for the plane

if we wanna get back to
the village before dark.

Well, you go ahead Paul.

I'll meet you back at
the village later on.

Alright. But be careful.

Hey, maybe you can gimme a hand at that.

Come on.

Ticoora!

Gee, this thing's really been smashed.

You think you can fix it?

Not a chance.

That ain't good, is it?

What's that?

Sounds like trouble.

Hey look.

Come on.

Bring Ticoora here!

Tongo afraid.

Warrior believe Liongo.

He tell them all white people, God.

Montu right.

Mahorib will make voodoo.

If fire god say Ticoora die, she will die.

If Ticoora die, all white die.

Don't look like we're getting any place.

No, but we can't give up.

Let's try this way.

Okay, boss.

Bring fire.

She might be in any one of them huts.

You're right.

Yeah, but there's a guard at that one.

I'll tackle him.

You stay here and attract his attention

when I give you the signal.

Nice going, boss.

Ticoora!

So Mahorib is really on the war path.

Bring Ticoora here.

In here.

And then when Mahorib
went into the swamp,

we took the shortcut back here.

Well, thank you, Mr. Cooper.

I'm deeply grateful to you.

Well, we were just lucky.

-How's Richards?
-There's no change.

We are to use Easton's
hut for the time being.

And Irene will look after Richards.

Isn't that taking a needless chance?

After all, there's nothing to stop Mahorib

from attacking us.

Oh, I hardly think he dare,
into chiefly Liongo's village.

Well, in any case,
there's enough of us to stand and watch.

Ask Lamser to relieve me, will
you, in a couple of hours.

-I'll be right outside.
-Very well.

Good night, my dear.

Goodnight, Dad.

If Richard should take a
turn for the worst, call me.

-All right.
-Good night, Ticoora.

Good night, Paul.

Mahorib voodoo. Weak voodoo.

Mahorib boasts he killed Ticoora.

She live.

He say hurt white man die.

Hurt white man still live.

Death spirit take white man tonight!

Richard!

That was nice shooting. Thanks.

-I thought he had me.
-So did I, Paul.

Let's see how he got out.

What happened?
What was all the shooting about?

Cooper! Cooper!

Richard, he's dead.

We better get him underground then quick

before Mahorib hears of it.

Death drums speak.

Mahorib know. He tell Warrior.

That means we'll all
be wiped out, murdered.

If it hadn't been for you,
we might have got out of here.

If you hadn't wrecked

What's the matter, Kraik?

Are you afraid he was gonna tell us

that you smashed the radio set?

It wasn't hard to figure out.

Go to the head of the class.

You're gonna let him get away with it?

Damage has already been done.

What's the meaning of that drumbeat?

They're calling Liongo's warriors

back to Mahorib's voodoo,

turning them against us.
-Why?

Because Liongo told them we were Gods,

sent here to destroy
the medicine man's evil.

-Is that right, Walker?
-Yes.

It's the only way he could prevent them

from carrying out Mahorib's
plot to avenge the warrior

who was shot and killed.

So Mahorib can claim his
voodoo caused Richard's death

and we can be killed just
as easily as the Natives.

So what? They won't attack us.

We got guns.

Guns may discourage an open
attack for the time being,

but uh-
- I tell you,

we haven't got a chance.

Any minute of the day or
night we may be murdered.

You're right.
We've gotta get outta here but fast.

I've got my charts in Easton's hut.

Let's see if we can find
a way through this jungle.

According to Walker's estimate

of the seasonal rainfall in this area,

we should be near the Katobi watershed,

somewhere in this vicinity.

Here's the Katobi River up here.

The Katobi River empties into the Nile.

With Ticoora to guide us,
we can get out of here.

But there are miles of trackless jungle

between here and the river.

My father couldn't possibly make it.

I realise that but,

Chief, could you protect Mr. Walker

until I can fly another
great bird back for him?

Liongo protect with life.

But I won't go, Paul.

Ticoora, it'll only be a matter of days

after we reach the Katobi
before we'll be back for him.

I don't wanna leave you, dad.

I understand, dear.

But if we value our lives,
there's no alternative.

Besides, it'll be harder for
Liongo to protect two of us.

Make your plans.

She'll go.

Chief, can you loan
us a couple of porters?

Yes.

Good, we should be
able to leave by morning.

We'll help Liongo get the provisions ready

and packed for the trail.

Easton, you prepare a grave for Richards.

Me? I won't go out there.

Do you want me murdered too?

Mahorib would kill me.

Here, take this.

Mahorib has a healthy
respect for firearms.

-You'll be all right.
-I'll go along to protect you.

Hey, I was just thinking that cop thought

that this trip was gonna
be my funeral.

I don't know what you're laughing about.

Don't forget, Cooper
took over for Richards.

Let's get started.

I'll take that.

Take it easy!

Papa's here to protect you
with little junior, here.

Matter of fact, I'm not even
gonna give you any lumps

for trying to stool on me out there.

The way things turned out, it's okay.

Now they think you hate me.

They never figure we're
trying to cook a deal.

What are you talking about?

About you and me and a million potatoes.

-Huh?
-Yeah.

I like the way things are turning out.

If I hadn't smashed that radio,

you know Cooper would've been
able to fly the old man back

in plenty of time to claim the estate.

And he can still claim it.

No.

Not if Cooper don't come
back to fly him out.

Oh, now look here, if you're suggesting

Let me do the suggesting.

You take care of the paperwork.

What do you mean paperwork?

I'm gonna need a power of attorney

to file an injunction against the estate.

But why would Walker give that to me?

Plenty of good reasons.

You're going on ahead of him, aren't ya?

Suppose there's some
delay in him getting out?

Well, that estate is due to go to charity.

The bankers have gotta have proof

that Ticoora is still alive.

Eh, that's true.

The bankers know I was lost with him.

Ah-huh, now you're using the old beam.

But Ticoora Walker will have

to claim that fund in person.

If they don't, what good
will an injunction do?

Look, look, Jughead,

you are the only one alive
who can identify Irene Walker.

Right?
-Right, of course.

The bankers haven't seen Irene
since she was a little girl.

Yeah, well, I know plenty of girls

who are once little girls.
About a month from now

you're gonna waltz into
the bank with one of 'em.

She's gonna tell a harrowing tale

about how the poor old father died

on the hazardous jungle trails

beset by lions and tigers and stuff.

Come on, let's go dig a grave.

We're all set, Mr. Walker.

The party's waiting at
the edge of the compound.

We'll be shoving off now.

-Thanks for everything.
-Good luck.

Well, I'll go ahead, Ticoora.

Oh, I hate leaving you, dad.

I know you do, but they
can't get through without you.

And remember, I want to get home too.

-I'll hurry back.
-Of course you will.

See you soon.

This is where we leave the trail.

You mean, we gotta go through that stuff?

Oh, that's dangerous, Ticoora.

There's always danger in the jungle.

Mahorib! Mahorib!

Bwana Walker alone with Liongo.

My warriors know Mahorib
voodoo strong voodoo.

Now warriors know Liongo lie!

Mahorib high, head like ostrich.

Liongo white like serpent.

Mahorib swear by voodoo God.

He killed our white man.

Liongo esquire.

Do Mahorib kill white man?

Mahorib killed white man

or warrior say voodoo
God turn from Mahorib.

Mahorib bring back
heads to prove he killed.

They go by long trail?

They turn into deep jungle.

Ticoora wild, deep
jungle, leave no trail.

Mahorib make Ticoora
come outta deep jungle.

Montu see, voodoo gods for Mahorib.

What's that?

The lion drum.

The warriors use them on the hunt.

The beasts can't stand the
vibrations of that rhythm,

drives him out of their lairs.

I tell you, that's Mahorib,

he wants to drive us onto the
trail where he can get at us.

Well, if you're right,
he's gonna succeed.

I'd rather face Mahorib in
the open than a lion in here.

Where would you say the trail is?

I'm not sure.

I'd say it was over there.

Or possibly through that way.

Well, we can't take
a chance on missing it.

I'll tell you what.

You head off that way and
I'll cut through there.

Lamser, you stay here with
the rest of the party.

Whoever finds a trail first,

they'll come back and tell it, right?

Good luck.

All right, you guys,
might as well get some rest.

Off your feet.

Take it easy, knucklehead.

I'm not used to taking orders from you.

You'll learn.

Don't bet your dough that way.

It's a lucky thing
for me you were around.

I heard your shots.

I'm afraid Easton was right.

You mean, that Mahorib
stirred up the lions

to force us onto the trail?

Yes, and he won't be far behind.

We better hurry back to the others.

But how?

Like this.

Hey. Hey, what is this?
A marathon?

It's jungle juice go.

You can't stop rest here.

Come on, on your feet.

That's Mahorib.

Take cover!

Hey, they can't take it, Fly Boy.

They won't give up that easily.

They ran outta weapons.

Guess you better keep
that gun for a while, Kraik.

Oh, thank you, sir.

Let's see how badly the boy's hurt.

Get the first aid kit.
-Okay.

He won't be able to
travel under his own power.

Let's leave him then.
I'd rather carry his pack

than be another target for Mahorib.

You'll carry his pack, all right.

Only we're not leaving him here.

-Here you go, Paul.
-Thanks.

Give me that.
Give it to me, I tell you.

Easton, Easton, let 'em have it.

No, you fool, these
Natives can't stand liquor.

One drink and he'd dessert the Mahorib.

Well, is that bad?

Then they wouldn't be holding us back.

Isn't it worth a slug
of that Mickey friend

to get rid of them?

Okay kid, you've earned it.

Go on.

Go ahead. Go ahead.

-Hey, what's the idea?
-You don't know what you're doing.

That's what you think.
Look, why don't you go swing from a tree.

Go on.

Now, that wasn't nice.

Hey, what's that?

No sense of humour.

Relax, big shot.

-Listen.
-Mahorib.

He's on our trail again.

Where's Kalari?

He got away with that jug of liquor.

We can't let him go.

Yeah, they really go for
that juice, don't they?

Got a spare jug?
-Yes, why?

I wonder if a whole jug of that stuff

would cure those Natives of being gun shy.

Would cause a massacre.

Liquor drives those Natives crazy.

That's what I mean.

Well, if the Dutchman swung
a deal from Manhattan Island

with a couple of jugs,

maybe we can latch onto the
Walker fortune with our one.

I don't get it.

You don't have to.

Just keep your hands off that jug.

There's no use. We'll never find him.

Then we better go
back and move the camp.

Oh yes.

There can be no fires or
smoking or even talking.

You think Mahorib's been
able to pick up our trail?

Oh, I hardly think so.

The drums would've told us,

but it might be a good idea

if we check before the others leave.

That it is a good idea.

Hey, we're gonna scout ahead.

The rest of you stay
here till we come back.

You haven't gonna thing to worry about

with that Mahorib character
out there, I like it here.

Hey, how about taking me
with you this time, boss?

I'm getting fed up with that mug.

I know exactly how you feel.

Okay, come on.

Looks like we're in for more trouble.

Maybe not. Look.

Yeah, that could save
us a lot of swimming.

Yes, if Mahorib hasn't already used it

and is waiting for us on the other side.

I'll go ahead and look for signs of them.

What do you say?

I'll take the low road.

Mahorib's
been here ahead of us.

He set that log as a trap.

Yeah and there'll be lots more.

Yes, I'm afraid so.

Oh, come on. Let's find Lamser.

Help, cooper. Ticoora!

Hurry.

-Are you all right, Ticoora?
-Yes, I'm all right, Paul.

Thanks, Ticoora.

I thought that swimming
suitcase had me for sure.

I did too, for a moment.

Well, we'll have to look for
another way to get across.

And keep outta sight
while we're doing it.

After all, we don't know
just where Mahorib is.

Only that he's still looking for us.

Come on, let's get the others.

This is absolute madness.

We can't go on like this.

He says, Mahorib's ahead.

We don't know what we'll walk into.

Now snap out of it, Easton.
According to my charts,

we should reach the Katobi
River sometime tomorrow

and our worries will be over.
-Yeah, you hear that, Rummy?

And I'll take a slug of your
jungle juice and come on.

What are you in a hurry for, Kraik?

You should be the one that'd want to stop.

No, you don't get the idea.

See, jails don't bother me.

There isn't a jail built
that I can't get out of.

But this place.

Whoa.

It's worse than solitary.

I want out fast.

Hey, elephant girl,

I thought you knew your way
around this cow pasture.

Nobody really knows the jungle,
but I'll tell you this much,

we'll never get out of here
if we don't get started.

-Yeah, let's get started.
-Hey look, Pocahontas,

I'll cooperate with you
and get outta here now.

Hey, where's that boy?

He's deserting to Mahorib.

We've got to stop him.

He's Liongo's son.
The chief would rather we kill him.

Come on, Lamser.

Hey, hey. Wait.

A guy could get hurt out there.

We're due to reach the river tomorrow.

We don't want to take any chances.

It's all right for them.
They're not gonna be there.

How are you gonna stop 'em?

Oh, I'm not gonna stop 'em.

You are.

You're gonna make a deal
with that medicine man.

-A deal?
-Hmm hmm.

Oh, I see.

That's why you've been guarding my jug.

You wanna use it for a bribe from Mahorib.

Ah ha, that's right.

Might help. Get it.

Come on, let's find Uncle Tom.

Oh, Paul.

Hold it, Pauly.

Tell 'em we wanna see my Mahorib.

He says he'll only take one of us.

-You're giving that to me straight?
-Well, of course Kraik,

you don't think I'd try and
double-cross you, do ya?

Okay.

Go ahead, I'll go back and alibi for ya.

So you see,

all you need to do to
restore yourself to power

is to capture those who
came in the devil bird.

You come in devil bird.

But I was a prisoner.
I didn't want to come one.

Bwana doctor made me come.

I had no hand in his
crimes against you, have I?

What you want?

My freedom.

I'll trade that for all the others.

-This white man trick?
-No, no trick.

This white man hate the others.

I'll even steal their guns for you.

Then you'll have nothing to fear.

Mahorib. No fear.

Warrior fear.

They not believe you.

Let them drink magic waters.

Then they'll have no fear.

Wait till nightfall.

I'll send up a fire signal

when the camp's asleep
and I've got their guns.

Magic water kill warriors.

Fear a fire stick.

If this trick, you die.

Well, I tried to hold him back.

But he acted like he had
the DT, senior grade.

Sticking around you, it's no wonder.

Hey, I've had enough of you old

Okay, break it up.
We better find him

or we'll wind up like Liongo son did

with an arrow on his back.

-Come on, Lamser.
-No, Paul, you might get lost.

Wait till morning.

Yeah, that's right at that.

Okay, let's camp here for the night.

I'll buy that, Fly Boy.

Hey, Cooper.

Hey, I hope Easton didn't
wander off with those letters

that Walker wanted them to take New York.

What makes you so interested?

Well, I know this sounds
kind of funny coming from me,

but I got a lot of respect for that girl,

the way she's getting us out
of the jungle and everything.

Hate to see her lose all that dough.

Ha, I wouldn't put any
odds on that statement,

but don't you worry about
the letters, I've got 'em.

If anything happens to Easton,

they'll still get in the right hands.

Well, I'm glad to hear it.

I'll bet.

Oh, incidentally, I'll take that gun now.

Maybe, I'll need it.

No, we're too close to the Katobi

for you to be trusted with it.

Why don't you take it from me, Fly Boy?

Keep it.

Thanks.

I'll take the first watch.

Keep your eyes open.

Easton, you're alive.

Yeah, sure he's alive and
doin' fine, ain't ya, pal?

Hey, tell these French
poodles to turn me loose.

Easton is beginning to
smell like a double-cross.

Not exactly a double cross, Kraik,

just the law of the jungle,
I've learned from 12 years here.

Survival of the fittest.

Let's see

I want to thank you for
your brilliant scheme, Kraik.

But I have no intention of splitting

that trust fund with anybody.

You and the others are gonna be sacrificed

to Mahorib's fire gods, while I go free.

All I need is that little
dispatch case on your belt.

Wait a minute, Mahorib.

What's the idea?

Mahorib sweared to voodoo Gods.

All white men die.
-But Mahorib, you promised!

You promised too. Huh?

White man talk.

Wait a minute. Mahorib!

Listen to me, you can't! Mahorib!

I don't think they'll
be back for a while.

-Where's Kraik?
-He was right here.

Cooper!

-Are they gone, kid?
-Yes.

With Mahorib dead, they'll
turn back to Liongo.

I wish I could turn back now.

Oh, Lamser, you'll be all right.

Easy.

Kraik wasn't kidding
about those pals, I guess.

This will save me a
trip back to the States.

Besides, I get seasick.

Well, here we are at the Katobi.

The rest of the way should
be easy for you, Paul.

-I'll go back and wait with dad.
-Oh no you're not.

I wouldn't let you go
back to that jungle alone.

You're going with me.

We'll keep that date
with your dad, together.