All language subtitles for 01 - CB

With no regard for his personal safety,
Congo Bill has never hesitated to risk

his life to track down and capture even
the most ferocious beasts of the jungle.

Cautiously scouting herds of wild
elephants, the real kings of the jungle,

with power and speed beyond human
conception.

Even though trapped, these savage
animals must still be trained.

Adding new hazards to Congo Bill's
thrill-packed career, a dangerous way of

life he would trade with no man.

Arranging a clever snare to trap the
giant gorilla, which, even when

captured, must be lifted out at fearful
risk and carried for miles in a frail

cage over nearly impassable trails.

Facing the claws and fangs of a killer
that has terrorized a dozen native

villages, not to kill in return, but to
capture.

Venturing into the remotest reaches of a
sinister land that is taboo, where even

the stalwart members of his safari dare
not follow, where vicious savages of

mysterious lost tribes hunt the most
formidable of all game, man himself.

Through the fearless efforts of Congo
Bill, internationally famous hunter and

trainer, the Culver Circus and Wild
Animal Carnival has become the best

known in the land.

Now, after another successful season on
the road, the Culver Circus is in winter

quarters.

We're doing very well, Bernie.

Next season, we ought to make a lot of
money.

Most of which will go into the Culver
Trust Fund.

We ought to raise our own salaries, pal.

We can't under the agreement.

But if we don't locate a culvert air in
a year, trust fund will be ours.

Here's hoping we don't locate an air.

Well, we've got to try.

I'll make my rounds.

I'm going to turn in.

Hello, Lonnie.

Everything okay?

Yes, except one of the cats is kind of
restless and that drill is still feeling

mean. Yeah, well, say that everybody
stays away from him, huh? They will,

including me.

Down! Don't move, Tom. You'll be all
right.

Easy now.

Easy, boy.

Easy now.

Get back.

Back, boy.

Back!

What's wrong, Carl?

Somebody let the cats out, Bernie.

You sure it wasn't an accident?

No, I'm not sure.

Nice going, Bill. You were lucky, Tom.

That was mighty careless of you, leaving
those cages unlocked.

I didn't leave them unlocked.

I checked all the cages like I do every
night.

Maybe you're teaching the cats to
unlock.

Now, wait a minute, Bernie. It was
probably all an accident. It was no

accident, Tom. Not only had that cage
been unlocked, but the padlock had been

thrown away.

Whatever happened is your
responsibility.

Doesn't look like you made it up to it.
Wait a minute, fellas. Now, that's no

way to settle anything.

What if the cats got off the ground? Get
the pickup truck, quick!

Maybe you're gonna let Congo Bill get
away with it, but I'm not.

It's his place to take care of those
animals, and... The cats are all in the

cages, and the cages are locked.

You want me to stand by tonight in case
somebody tries to unlock them again?

That won't be necessary, Bill.

I'm sure it was all an accident.

Bernie doesn't seem to think so.

Maybe he knows more about this thing
than we do.

What are you trying to get at? The
truth, Bernie.

You know where we can find it?

Quit it, both of you.

Bad tempers never solved any problem.

If you don't like the way I handle the
cats, get yourself a new boy you can

push around.

Maybe that's not a bad idea.

Well, I guess that's that.

Wait a minute, Bill.

Sit down, I want to talk to you.

Bernie hasn't all to say around here.
I'm still a partner.

You have to make allowances for Bernie.
He hasn't been feeling well lately. He

seems to be worrying about something.

He's got plenty to worry about with that
disposition of his.

Let's not have any more trouble, Bill,
for my sake.

You know, as far as I'm concerned,
you're tops and always will be.

You're the same with me all the way,
Tom. But this guy... Yeah, I know,

but... Well, just let it ride. Look,
we'll be making our African trip pretty

soon, and we'll have something else to
think about, huh?

Okay. Okay, Bill? Yeah, I'll see you.
Good night. Good night.

I want to talk to you.

Can't it wait till morning?

No. There's one thing we've got to
settle right now.

I might not be so lucky the next time.

What's worrying you, Tom?

The trust fund?

Yes, there's over half a million dollars
in it now.

In a year, the trust fund and the circus
will be ours unless an heir to the

Culver estate is found.

There's no chance of that. You know as
well as I do that Culver and his entire

family disappeared in Africa years ago.
If there'd been a survivor, we'd have

heard about it. If there were a survivor
and someone knew about it, they might

want to get rid of us, then put in a
claim for the estate.

Say, I hadn't thought of that.

That might account for this accident
tonight.

Yes, that's why we've got to find out
definitely if there is a Culver heir.

But we don't even know where to start,
Tom.

I've already started, Bernie.

I've written to Africa, to the man who
helped you in your last wild animal

hunt.

You mean Andre Bocart?

Yes. He's a scoundrel if there ever was
one.

But he might prove a very valuable
source of information.

Well, what could he tell us?

Listen to this part of his letter.

Yeah,

here we are.

The white girl is rumored to be about 20
years old.

She's supposed to be princess of a lost
tribe in the Valley of Numa.

Nobody knows these things positively as
nobody has ever gone into that valley

and come back alive.

The place is taboo.

I don't see how that concerns us.

There was a baby girl of Culver's in
that party when it disappeared.

She'll be just about 20 years old now.

That's an awful long chance, Tom.

But we mustn't overlook it.

No, I suppose not.

But what do we do?

Well... I'll make the trip after animals
this year. I'll investigate. And if it

is Culver's daughter, then we've carried
out the terms of his will.

That letter was from anybody but Andre
Bucar, I believe it, but... Wait a

minute.

Let me see that letter.

In Africa, the notorious Andre Bocart
keeps a rendezvous with the infamous Inn

of the Green Parrot, the last stop of
humanity's dregs on the path to

oblivion.

Zulia, come here.

Don't be so impatient, Mr. Bocart.

Where's Cleek?

He was so hot, he took a little nap.
Wake him up. I'm in a hurry.

No tengas tanta impaciencia, corazón
querido abuelo.

Mr. Bocar is waiting to see you.

My good friend, Andre.

What can I do for you? I'm not your good
friend, but let that pass.

I want to hire some men, some able men.

But those who frequent my establishment,
as you see, are far from able. I know

that. I know, too, you're not as stupid
as you look.

You could find some men if you'd rouse
yourself.

You flatter me.

But if I can be of any assistance, I let
you command.

You can be of a lot of assistance.

bring the gold?

No. Why not?

They wouldn't tell me.

Are they at my place?

Yeah.

Why didn't you get the gold?

That witch doctor, Nagu, didn't bring
any to the place where we always meet

him. Why not?

He was afraid to.

Says his boss is getting suspicious of
him.

His boss?

You mean that white princess they call
Lorraine?

Yeah.

She's more than a princess.

She's queen of the whole Lost Tribe and
has authority enough to make even the

witch doctor watch his step.

Trouble with you is, you're like the
witch doctor.

Getting scared?

Stop!

I don't like alibis or failures.

We know the witch doctor's got plenty of
gold, even though he only sells us a

little of it at a time.

He told us they've extended the taboo
clear to the end of the valley. Anybody

caught in it won't last long.

What's the matter? You getting scared,
too?

Not me.

Next time we go in full force.

I told Cleek to round up some men.

I'll take care of this white queen
before she gets to thinking she's the

whole deck.

I wonder if she could be the same girl
that Tom McGraw wrote me about.

Deep in the jungle in the forbidden
valley of Namu, a young white queen

rules over a lost white tribe whose
origin is veiled in the mysteries of the

past. Can this be the girl Tom McGraw
seeks?

The missing heiress to the Culver
fortune?

What's the matter with him, Bill? It's
hard to say, Tom.

Gorillas are like people.

He might just be in a bad mood, or maybe
it's the beginning of something worse.

Better keep an eye on him.

I will, both eyes.

Say, I'm due to give Mel some lists on
the animal act. You want to come along

and watch?

Sure. See you getting set for our
African trip, huh?

Well,

Mel, you ready for your lesson?

I think so. You're not scared, are you?

Not much. I'll tell you what I'm going
to do.

You've done so well with the kittens,
I'm going to leave you here alone with

the big cats now.

Alone? There's nothing to be scared of.

Just a minute.

Don't get too far away now. I'm right
out here.

Be sure to have that gun handy.

You sure it's loaded?

Loaded? I think so.

Yeah, it's loaded.

You're on your own.

Hold my pipe, will you?

Okay.

I'm ready.

Here they come, Mel.

I'm sure Congo Bill thinks I had
something to do with letting those cats

out. He won't think so after tonight.

In fact, he won't think, period.

You've got to handle it carefully,
Morelli.

I'm not handling it at all.

I've got two good men to do that. You
know, if we don't make any mistakes,

we'll have the circus and the
half-billion-dollar trust fund.

That won't make me mad at all.

will soon be as good as you are. That's
okay with me.

And incidentally, you better be careful.
I don't want any more accidents like

last night.

I'll be careful.

I have a good reason for not wanting to
miss that African trip.

Thank you.

Will the next attack be on Congo Bill?

Don't miss Jungle Gold, second exciting
chapter of Congo Bill.