All language subtitles for Complex 1995--

What's going on?
Is this some kind of joke at my expense?

You're giving off
some unpleasant brainwaves.

Why not use my eyes for the time being?

Huh?

You're the Laughing Man, aren't you?

This is the third time
we've met, you know.

And let me clarify, I'm not the one
who came up with that name.

It was very arrogant of you
to sneak in here, not to mention dangerous.

What did you come here for?

To get you to help me.

From where I stand,
you've got that backwards.

True enough.
You're not an easy person to talk to.

You see, my back is against the wall,

and you're the only option
I could come up with.

I figure if that son of a bitch God
hasn't completely turned his back on me,

you might actually lend me a hand.

Blasphemous
and yet polite at the same time.

You're awfully full of yourself, aren't you?

I do what I have to do,
failure is out of the question.

Because if I don't succeed this time,

all the phoneys in the world
will be legitimised.

Sounds to me as if you've hoisted

all the problems of the world
onto your shoulders.

So, what could the hero of the Net
possibly want me to do for him?

You could start by listening to me.

I'm going to tell you the whole story
behind the Laughing Man incident.

After that, I'd like you
to stand back and do nothing

while I face my final challenge.

And if by some chance I should fail and die,

all I ask of you is this,

that your people bring this incident to light.

Unbelievable.

All right, fine.

As your captive audience,
I've listened to your words,

now I have a few for you.

-The mark of an immature man is that
he wants to die nobly for a cause,

-while the mark of a mature one
is that he wants to live humbly for one.-

Ah, yes.
Written by the psychoanalyst Wilhelm Stekel.

I sensed this about you
as soon as I met you.

It's a quality that I dislike intensely,
Mr Know-it-all.

Seems like you fall
into the same category.

But all you have to do is ask for help,
and I'd give it.

Must be hatred of one's own kind.

Fine. Go do what you have to do.

I don't know if I'll be able to
keep my word, though.

If I know you, you Will.

I leave you my memories.

I'm counting on you.

It's up to you now.

Well, then, as much as I'll miss you,
I'm gonna let you die peacefully now.

The needles!

What's up?
Don't worry. It's nothing.

Chief's calling. You done yet?

am now.

Hmm.

lshikawa, have any luck
drawing new testimonies

out of the remaining narc squad members?

We weren't able to get
much useful intel out of them.

And there's the fact that their boss,
Director Niimi,

just committed cyberbrain suicide,

so that lead turned into a dead end.

And we haven't been able to find
the Laughing Man either.

That's true.

Now, we have a new set of instructions,
we're going after this guy.

Hey, that's...

Right. Assemblyman Kaoru Yakushima,

standing Secretary-General
of the ruling coalition.

Yakushima, huh?

He's the most powerful man
in his party right now,

and he was Minister of Health
at the time of the Laughing Man incident.

He's a diehard MHLW man
who built his current position

by switching jurisdiction
of cyberbrain technology

from METI to the Ministry of Health.

And it's not widely known,

but he's got a secret connection
to the JMSDF.

So that explains
where that Armed Suit came from.

Yes, that's right.

When Yakushima was
Chief of Staff of the JMSDF

he laid the fat pipeline
between it and the political world.

He bankrolled this
with a huge sum of state money

while he set up shop as a politician.

But questions were raised about
his financial source

and the JMSDF's head accountant
accused him of embezzling hidden funds.

Then the lead prosecutor on the case
was found run over next to a railroad track

and the investigation came to a halt.

But Yakushima was never charged,

so the suspicions about him
are still unresolved.

There's more.

Retired Superintendent-General Daido
was Yakushima's junior

at the National Defence Academy.

And word has it that the late lmakurusu
had been a golf buddy of Yakushima's

ever since his days as an army medic.

What you're saying then, Chief, is that
as far as this chain of incidents is concerned,

our guy here has more than enough clout
to be the one pulling the strings behind it all?

Yes, though we don't have
a shred of evidence at this point.

So, then how do you plan on going after
the Secretary-General?

We're going to tug on the last thread
we've got left that connects Yakushima

to the Laughing Man incident.

Serano Genomics.

That's right.

The suppression of the Murai Vaccine,

which we believe to be the origin
of the Laughing Man affair

and Serano's micromachine therapy,
which received approval at the same time.

Ernest Serano seems up to his neck in both,

which is why we want to
take him into custody.

If we can question him immediately,
then the link should become evident.

Ever since the incident six years ago,

he's been under house arrest,
though they call it -police protection.-

So use whatever means.
Take him into custody no matter what.

Well, the Laughing Man is probably
thinking the same thing.

Suppose we run into him, what then?

You arrest him.

He's not only a prime suspect in this case,
but in a way, he's also the key witness.

Aren't you worried that Serano
might get bumped off

once we go into action,
like what happened before?

That is a possibility.

That's why I don't care how you get him.

Mr Serano.
It looks like your car has arrived, sir.

I see. Thank you.

I'll be right up to accompany you.
Please wait there a moment.

Come in. It's open.

The subject has left his room.

He's heading for the entry hall.

Morning, Mr Serano.

Good morning.

Now opening entry hall door.

You take care, sir.
Thank you.

Subject is now through the entry hall.

Roger that. We have visual.

It's just like last time, isn't it?

You're right.

The only difference now is that detectives
were in the hall instead of your family.

There wasn't a car following us, either.

So, what will you do about them?

Well, let's see.

Driver, turn left at the next intersection,
would you, please?

Something's not right.
Just don't lose him.

It'll take that unmarked police car

about an hour to reach
Serano Genomics' head office.

In the meantime,

I want you to tell me
why you haven't kept your word

and why you've stayed silent
these past six years.

I have to decide on my next course of action.

You're awfully audacious.

Hold it! Put your hands
on the hood of the car, now!

Take it easy, boys.

We contacted you earlier.
We're Public Security Section 9.

I was told that Mr Serano
had already gone, is that true?

Yes. His usual ride to the office left,
same as always. What about it?

Look at your watch.
Is that the usual time he leaves?

Gee whiz, your boss sure is
one hell of a hard worker, ain't he?

Here's a bulletin.

Every single one of you dumbasses
just had your eyes hacked!

WOW.

The view from here has really changed a lot,
hasn't it?

And I've noticed your hair
has gone white, Mr Serano.

It's been a rough six years.

The official story is that the police are around
to protect me against threats from you.

But they're really there to keep an eye on me.

To make sure I don't blab anything
about the truth behind the infamous incident.

For all intents and purposes,
I'm under house arrest.

Compared to back then, you've changed, too.

You've lost your naïveté.

I guess
I've managed to mature a little.

I'll confess that in those days,

I wanted so bad to give all the phoneys
in the world a good, swift kick in the ass.

By the same token,
you were something of a wild guy yourself.

For two whole days, you hung out with
a student who was an anonymous nobody.

You did that in spite of the fact that he hacked
into you and was brain diving the entire time.

I still had enough
unjaded passion left in me

to want to debate a student who
sanctimoniously spouted his unworldly crap.

I understand what you're saying

but I'm a micromachine developer,
not a member of the Drug Evaluation Council,

you know that.

I had nothing to do with
the Murai Vaccine rejection.

I realise that,

but the Drug Evaluation Council
is a bunch of assholes and phonies.

I'll be forced to confront them someday.

First, however, I want you to publicly
disclose the data showing

that your company's micromachines have
practically no effect on cyberbrain sclerosis.

That's something I can't do
and I've told you that over and over!

I do admit that some of what you wrote
in your blackmail letter

three years ago was valid.

No one could argue
that micromachine therapy

was anything more than a theory
at that stage in its development.

But that's precisely how
the patent process works.

It's not a crime to be the first
to register a technology

that's certain to have
future practical applications.

Oh, please.

That's something
some damned lawyer would say.

Son of a bitch.

OK.

I was well aware that our
approval request was premature.

You see, it was actually meant in part
to serve as a bluff to our competitors.

But I believe they realised
that our theories are superior.

That's why the Drug Evaluation Council
gave us approval

within the short span of three months.

You have no comprehension of the scale
of damage that would result

from people losing faith
in medical micromachines.

This is cutting-edge technology
that has immeasurable potential...

You're not listening.

What I'm trying to say
is that it's a matter of life or death

for those people who are suffering
from cyberbrain sclerosis.

At the very least, can't you concede
the effectiveness of the Murai Vaccine

until micromachine therapy finally
turns out some clear results?

I have absolutely nothing whatsoever
to say regarding Murai.

How can you honestly say that?

If that sick-humoured son of a bitch God
gave you cyberbrain sclerosis for sheer kicks,

would you choose
micromachine treatment hands down

without giving it a second thought?

Yes, of course.

I have faith and pride in every product
that's manufactured by my firm.

So, then, you'd even choose it for
your children if they came down with CS?

I... Yes. I suppose I would.

Listen, let's get of this hypothetical track.

Pride and sentiment
are two different things, aren't they?

That's not fair, Mr Serano.

If you're really so proud
of micromachine therapy,

you should exploit your position
and influence to do the right thing.

The best that lmakurusu could come up with

was to reject the vaccine
that had Dr Murai's name attached to it.

The damn Drug Evaluation Council
had only one job,

to merely rubber-stamp any new medicine
that passed through the Ministry of Health.

But lmakurusu, a man who had a stamp
specially made to reject the Murai Vaccine

which read -Approval Denied,-
shared that council.

And, hey, what do you know?

Your own micromachines
were used in that dirty deal.

You can't be totally oblivious

to the circumstances
surrounding the situation, Mr Serano.

It didn't matter a rat's ass to them
if it was your technology or not.

Any damn micromachine
that happened to be up for approval back then

would have fit the bill!

If you know how corrupt
the shitty medical industry is,

can you honestly tell me that
none of this has anything to do with you?

All right. I propose a compromise.

For now, let me go so I can act on my own.

Once I've done that,
I'll make the necessary preparations.

I'll organise a press conference

and disclose the current state
of micromachine therapy.

What? Are you serious?

There's no advantage for you in that promise.

Contrary to what you believe,
I'm not so petty.

Perhaps it's not as grand as yours,

but my sense of social justice is alive and well
and equal to that of anyone else.

I wonder.
I promise you.

At the time,
I was exhausted from your brain dive

so I fervently made that promise to you
in the hopes of escaping.

I thought that if I could just
get you in front of a TV camera,

the eyes of the viewing public,

you wouldn't do anything crazy.

That's right.

But unfortunately, I was packing
a S&W Chief's Special in my pocket.

Well, are you going to
disengage this brain dive?

You're breaking the law by doing this,

an informed individual like you
should know that.

If you want to keep your anonymity
and hide your face,

then it wouldn't be a great idea
to be shown on TV.

I've actually enjoyed our vigorous debates.

But as a man who has to
protect his enterprises,

I'm afraid I might not be
able to honour my word.

Society isn't as cut and dried
as you seem to imagine.

However, I have no intention
of trying to uncover who you really are.

Let's go our separate ways from here.

No! It's not fair!

He's got a gun!
Call the police!

Look straight into that camera.

I demand you tell the world the truth.

Listen, stop. You won't shoot me.

Are you sure?

And what followed was
the micromachine-killer virus outbreak

at your production plant.

That's right. At the same time that I was
angry at myself for feeling overjoyed

by our micromachine treatment
receiving approval,

I was cursing you
from the bottom of my heart.

I thought it was just corporate terrorism,
plain and simple.

But I was wrong. That wasn't you, was it?

A word of wisdom,
the evil that lurks in this world

exists on a level that's far greater
than we could ever envision.

I assume you're aware that our company
was granted an infusion of public funds

because we were teetering
on the brink of bankruptcy,

thanks to being blackmailed

and the damages caused
by the killer virus outbreak.

Let me tell you what happened afterwards.

Right when our stock prices

were gradually beginning
to climb back up after their collapse,

we were paid a visit by a man
who introduced himself

as a member of the private support
association of a certain assemblyman.

He said that he was acquainted with someone

who could put an end
to the corporate blackmail.

And in the event that this person
solved their little problem,

he asked if we would be willing to make
a political contribution to this assemblyman.

The amount he suggested
was equivalent to the public funds

plus the demanded blackmail money.

This obviously meant that Serano Genomics
had been targeted for a shakedown all along,

just because we were the latecomer
among the other manufacturers.

They must have considered my stunt

to be a performance that
couldn't have been staged at a better time.

I suppose they did.

And by continuing to imitate
the incident you carried out,

they created a fake persona
called the Laughing Man.

They manipulated stock prices by invoking
the name of a non-existent criminal,

stealing money from
other companies as well as us.

The greedy bastards did this

even though they had probably
been making a tidy sum before that

by short-selling the stocks.

Was this assemblyman
Secretary-General Yakushima?

Then you already knew?

A basic rule of thumb about hackers is that

we live to peek at things
that others keep hidden.

It's our nature.

But the depth of the darkness
in the hotbed of corruption

that I had tried to challenge defeated me.

And all I could do was become a deaf-mute
and avert my eyes from it all.

Just as you've done these past six years.

-The Laughing Man.-
That was a catchy name they came up with.

And here I'd been thinking
that if I was unsuccessful in persuading you,

I'd simply follow Holden's quote
and disappear.

They went with the Salinger angle, too.
I can't believe it.

Hmm... Mr Serano, if that's what they're up to,

I'll have to become the original Laughing Man

and drag that phoney Yakushima
into the light of day.

It was when you revealed yourself to me
that I made up my mind as well.

There isn't much evidence,

so it's going to be a difficult job
to accuse him.

I'll even become your copycat
in order to bring him down.

Just try not to die
before you take the witness stand.

That was one hell of an acting job.

Boy, with chops like that,
you could fool anybody, no trouble at all.

Hmm. Gee,
and I was never in a single school play, either.

So, did you manage to confirm the connection
between Yakushima and Serano?

Yeah. And to his credit, all the information
the Laughing Man gave me was true.

This should jolt Mr Serano as well.

-Could work.

Reporting for duty.

I thought you hadn't been cleared
to leave the hospital yet.

Come on. Lay off, Major.

I can't be the only one of the crew
to lay in bed at a time like this.

I decided to bring Togusa back.
I've done all the paperwork.

You're going to be coming with me
to the Prime Minister's residence.

Right.

You're gonna be OK?
You're not back to 100- yet.

-I can handle it.
-Mmm-hmm.

After all, it was Togusa
who first found out about this case.

You should be on it.

Chief?
Yes?

You have an emergency call
from the Home Affairs Minister, sir.

All right, put him through.

Aramaki, this is serious.
Are you watching Channel 33 right now?

No.
Then turn it on quickly.

And now suspicions have surfaced

about the members of
Public Security Section 9.

This armed group under the direct control
of the Ministry of Home Affairs,

is believed to have had a hand

in the attempted kidnapping of Ernest Serano,
CEO of Serano Genomics.

Labelled an international rescue team,
Section 9 was formed by the MHA.

But their excessive information gathering
and use of force under their own authority

have long been viewed with concern.

This event also strongly suggests
that Section 9 was involved

in the 2024 string of Laughing Man incidents.

Major!

They're calling an emergency cabinet session.

Look what you've got me mixed up in.

I want you to get over here, too.

In the meantime, you'd better think about

what you're going to say to them
in your defence.

Our intel was leaked before the op,
is that what this means then?

Just calm down.

All it means is that
the operation is now underway.

We'll go to the Prime Minister's residence
as planned.

Major.
Yes?

The rest of you, find out where
news of our op was leaked from.

Roger.

Well, it seems you weren't exaggerating
when you said it was top secret.

Who else besides you
knows of this this money trail?

Now that you've read it,
there is you, of course,

Mr Serano,
who decided to accuse Yakushima,

and there are my people. That's all.

I see. Very well then.

As for Mr Yakushima,
we will deal him when the timing is right.

However, with the Lower House elections,
we're in a crucial time now.

I want the public and the media
to feel as if they've won a victory.

If I let a man as powerful as Yakushima go,

proportional casualties on our side
are very likely to occur.

I don't understand
what you're trying to imply, Prime Minister.

I mean passage of the Special Forces Bill.

-Hey, Chief.
-Mmm-hmm.

They're following us.

The enemy has nine think tank units.

Squads 3 and 4, you will drop in from above
and infiltrate the hangar from the heliport.

Your top priority
is the destruction of the tanks.

Squads 5 and 6, quickly capture
the seven primary members

and gain control of the entire facility.

All units, go autistic once we're in.

These people specialise
in information warfare.

We'll pin 'em down with brute force!

Wait, Chief!

We came here to pick you up, sir.

There are still a few things
you need to do for us.

Making all the necessary arrangements
in such a short amount of time.

The Prime Minister is certainly a capable man.

Section 9 is probably being
neutralised as we speak.

Neutralised?

Take him away.
Yes, sir.

Wait, Chief! What's going on? What is this?

Please explain it to me! Chief!

Tell me!

Is it just me,

or does something seem different
about the building?

And what's with this muster call?
It's a little weird.

I don't have time
to fill you in on the situation right now.

Just keep quiet and carry out my orders.

Prep six generic prosthetic bodies
and bring them to the command centre.

Hmm? Hold on, are you saying...

Get to it.

Major, you want to tell us
what the hell's going on?

You two take these seeds.

Once we get out of here,

leak the information and then
let it sprout among the media.

We'll need a push
to oust the Secretary-General.

Verify the situation and see
to the wounded on the double, damn it!

Oh, goodness gracious,
what are we going to do with you?

You know you shouldn't
spill your tea like that.

Hey, look, the news is on! Let's watch TV!

We interrupt this programme
to bring you breaking news

-on the latest Section 9 developments.
Huh ?

An emergency Cabinet meeting passed
a special forces restriction bill,

ended military deployments

after urging the dismantling
of Public Security Section 9.

Special forces stormed
Section 9's facility moments ago

when they failed to respond
to repeated warnings,

indicating the groups' intent
to maintain this stand-off.

We now take you live to the scene.

A short While ago,

above the building which houses
the Section 9 complex...

From here, we'll go off in three
directions in order to split up our pursuers.

After that, we go to ground in the city
and head our separate ways.

Security Section 9 has now disbanded.
That is all.

Hmm.

They're severely damaged,

but we believe these are the corpses
of the six members.

We're analysing the cyberbrains
for traces of residual usage.

Call Squad 5 in here
while you're waiting for the results.

Assume that this operation is camouflaged
and seal off any exit you can think of,

including the elevator shafts,
ventilation ducts and every sewer outlet.

Yes, sir!

So, Section 9 is finally finished, huh?

All that blood and sweat we poured into it
just went poof. Up in smoke.

Yeah. Free access to the latest
maintenance and cutting-edge equipment

was a sweet setup.

But when you get down to it,
that's really all it was.

The only thing we need to do
is find a new sponsor.

Or is there something else? Have you got
some kind of attachment to the place, Batou?

Hmm, not if you put it like that.

If anything,
it's the good and bad times we had.

All the memories.

Memories?
That's awfully sentimental of you.

While we're on the subject, that reminds me.

Where's that watch you're usually wearing?

Oh, I had to pick today to leave it
next to my bed at my safe house.

Since they've hit Section 9,
they've probably got my place secured, too.

That sucks.

Because I seem to remember
you got that as a gift

to mark the occasion of your very last
prosthetic body resizing.

But I don't know who gave it to you.

MAJOR: So you knew?
Well, don't get the wrong idea.

I didn't actually wear it
for sentimental reasons.

Well, enough idle chatter.

Once we're out of here,
we can't get in touch with each other again.

Even if we do meet,
I might not be who I am now.

I want you to give your own survival
top priority, Batou.

We should split up here.

Hell, this is my life, isn't it?

How I decide to waste it
is my own damn business.

That report about Section 9
has me worried.

-The battle is going badly.
-Huh?

I know. It sure is, mister.

The battle is going badly.

You know the building
that blew up last night?

That's where I used to live.
The place was my home.

It's pretty nice here, I can't complain.
And I like all you old folks.

-You're OK, but...

There's someone that I really want to go help.

-Huh?
-The battle is going badly.

Mister, is that what I think it is?

Mister, I... Thanks!

I'm gonna go now!

Oh, Batou.

Hey, there!

What are you guys doing here?

Once a problem child, always a problem child,
know what I'm saying?

This means each of us have the same thought

even though we were independent
of each other.

One thing we all share in common
is the desire to help Mr Batou.

Right. And besides, it's impossible for you

to load that howitzer shell you're holding
by yourself, isn't it?

Yeah. But are we the only Tachikomas
who came here?

Out of all of us that were sent back to the lab,
I'm the only one who survived.

They just left me lying around,
hooked up to equipment

for final testing like some specimen.

So I ripped out the cords and ran away!

I couldn't stop wondering what was going on

while I was doing high-altitude work
at a construction site. How about you?

I'd say it was pretty much the same.

But what happened to the rest
who went to the lab?

They're all having structural analyses
run on them.

They had their Als removed to help them
run simulations on the Laughing Man.

But you know what?
Everybody who had their brains taken apart,

they kind of looked like
they were enjoying it.

Oh, I see.

Hmm?

That's my Major. She doesn't miss a trick.

Huh?

Don't do it! Drop your weapon!

Yeah. OK. I give up.

Score!

I knew the Major'd have
a stash hidden around here.

You finally done putting up a fight?

Uh-oh.

Damn, I killed him.

What's wrong?

Right, I forgot. I look dead to you, don't I?

-Don't believe it.
-Huh?

I'm sorry. But I had to hack your eyes, pal.

Huh?

You're kidding! There's more?

You didn't have to go and kill my partner.

You're not coming back alive!

A corpse Will do.

But before that...

I want to give you this.
For my buddies you killed!

This is for my dead partner!

What the...

Now's our chance! Get Mr Batou out of here!

Right!

The think tanks.

I'll go in first.

Mr Batou, I'm sorry I was late.

It took us a while
to tap into their comm signals.

Don't worry. We'll take that guy.

You can count on it.

Wait right here until we get back, OK?

- Son of a...

Where the hell were they?

I've got a plan.

-Think you can pin him down with your wires?
-I'll give it a shot!

Matsukei Construction

-Ow!

Uh-oh!

Easy does it.

Don't rush this. I only have one shot.

Now! Shoot!

Right!

Eat this!

You're kidding!

It's a dud?

I'm still alive?

Huh?

Oh, God.

We're weak,

we're powerless,

my fellow Tachikomas and I.

That's not true.

What you and the others have gained
makes you far from powerless.

-Huh?
-That voice!

This is the last I've got!

Now!

Right!

Mr Batou!

Goodbye, Mr Batou.

What were they doing here?

The only thing they could
think about was saving you.

-So they escaped from the lab.
-Huh?

Major? Is that you?

I was the one who made the call
that they were useless as weapons

because their Al had evolved too quickly.

But the entire time that they were
busy pursuing the accumulation of data,

and synchronising
with each other again and again,

they were also acquiring individuality.

I never knew. Not an inkling.

They even became capable of self-sacrifice.

If only I'd realised that sooner,
instead of now when it's too late.

Because maybe then I could have found out

whether or not what the Tachikoma
had acquired were Ghosts.

Ghosts?

Well, if they hadn't shown up here,
then You would be dead right now.

Let's move it.

Nice view of Section 9.

You could pick anywhere in the world to live
but here's where you choose a safe house?

Hey.

Hmm?

This body has always suited me.
No other will do.

Huh, that was a remote puppet
the whole time?

Uh-huh.

By the way,

I have something of yours
that almost didn't make it here.

I knew it.

No matter how many
prosthetic bodies you went through,

this was the one thing
that was always ticking away,

keeping the same time as you.

In the midst of life's fleeting moments,

people entrust their memories
to external devices

because they want to set down
solid, physical proof

that can distinguish them
as unique individuals.

That watch is all you have though, isn't it?

Your only external memory device
that identifies

the person you've been up till this minute.

Those are pretty serious words.

I'd really like to know
where you got them from.

Hmm. A watch and weight training gear.

Both of us have clung to useless
scraps of memory, haven't we?

In all probability, you and I are

the only members of Section 9
who haven't been arrested or killed yet.

Let's make sure that we both stay alive.

At least long enough to leave behind a record
of what we tried to accomplish.

Yeah, I'm not about to die
without completing my mission.

Primary sniping target, Motoko Kusanagi.

The committee has issued
an order for her termination.

We've only got one shot at this.

Take her out when she's climbing aboard.

Hmm.

Motoko!

Motoko, no!

Motoko!

Damn it!

No vitals detected.
Target destruction confirmed.

You dirty sons of...

Motoko!

You mean
to tell me that even if the flesh is lost,

a person's thoughts can wander the Net
and continue to exist as a unique individual?

I'm not so sure. It's hard to imagine
that a will which is free of its shell

could maintain its individuality
in the sea of the Net.

Then, for someone
that continuously loses their individualities,

they live on.

This is a world of despair.

I guess that depends
on your definition of despair.

Besides, there's always
the option of giving death a try, right?

I suppose
that's an ever available choice.

Anyway, I'm in your debt. Thank you.

The way you kept your promise
was extremely charming.

-You know what needs to be done,- he said.

-Every Section 9 member has a unique ability.

-And you work best on your own.-

-But individual success is a reflection
of strong teamwork.-

That was the first nugget of wisdom
the old man offered us

back in the glory days of Section 9.

We've been informed that
the public prosecutor will be arriving shortly.

Throngs of reporters are gathered here
in front of the ruling party headquarters

and the atmosphere is tense.

Making the tabloid rounds
before Lower House elections,

the MHLW scandal
involving Serano Genomics

implicated Secretary-General Yakushima.

Now, a week after the forming
of a new Cabinet,

this scandal has prompted
a full-scale investigation

by the Public Prosecutors Office.

...said the prosecutor.
A full-scale investigation has been launched.

It's the DA! The DA!

Sir, things are just getting started,

but before the day is out,
will Yakushima be arrested?

What about the Serano stocks rumoured
to be here at ruling party headquarters?

We have reliable information.

The Secretary-General would like to be asked
to come with us for questioning.

Any chance that the cash
in sequentially numbered bills

referred to in Mr Serano's testimony
is being kept here?

Everything will be made clear very shortly.

My staff and I have laboured long and hard
to prepare for this day,

in anticipation of arresting Mr Yakushima.

Is this how things should be?

Don't these facts that
Section 9 pieced together

show the truth about the Laughing Man
incident from six years ago?

And even if the prosecutor succeeds
in uncovering the whole scandal,

Yakushima still might not resign
from the assembly.

Exactly how does this
make the world a better place?

It's not like I had aspirations
to be a hero or anything.

However, I'm positive we followed a code
of justice that all of us believed in

without condition or compromise.

Laughing Man,

you were the one who first tried to shed
some light into the black abyss of this case

and bring it to the world's attention.

Is it possible that at this moment
you're feeling the same as I am?

No, you wouldn't.

You're not the type to be
bothered by something like that.

You must have had a revelation
about something,

and you're watching this with eyes
that see the big picture.

Isn't that right? I can tell.

Major, if all this plays out like I think it Will...

- Hold m

Pull your hands up nice and slow,
and turn around.

As lousy as you are, you'd be caught
before you could even see Yakushima.

Batou, uh...

You're a dummy, you know that?
Come on, let's go.

And the star arrives!

What took you so long?

So, where did you end up tailing him?

Just as we figured,
he went to the ruling party HQ.

Are you serious?

Hmm, what's wrong? Hey!

-Are you crying?
- Yeah, sure. Get real.

Well, how did everything go on your end?

It seems like Yakushima's given in.

He's cooperating with them.

That's a typical ex-military fellow for you.

I'll bet the prosecution's gonna get
the hero treatment because of this.

You got that right.

And you're all OK with this?

I mean, don't you think the credit
for tracking him down...

-Should go to us here at Section 9?-
That's what you wanna say?

Well, it ain't like
we don't feel the same way.

However, this is the way the old man
had it set up the whole time.

So, we're rolling with it.

-Set up?
-Yeah.

When it dawned on the old ape that
the Prime Minister was going to avoid

a Secretary-General shake-up
before the elections took place,

he made a hell of a bold decision
to make Section 9 out as the bad guys.

Right when the Major was disguised
as the Laughing Man

finagling the truth out of Serano,

Section 9's existence
was leaked to the media.

That made it impossible for us to do
our thing secretly like before.

So the Chief cooked up a scheme.

He'd make a deal with the PM,

and force the Public Prosecutors Office
to take action.

He pretended to sacrifice Section 9.

-Sacrifice Section 9.-

Even if that's the case,

have you any idea what it was like for me
these past three months?

I had no way of knowing
what had happened to you guys.

Hey, don't take it so hard.
Think of it as an extended vacation.

It's not as if we were filled in on the details
of this little op beforehand, either.

The Chief was confident
that we would survive,

then find each other and regroup,

which is why he made the tough decision
to go ahead with his plan.

Hell, your arrest and confinement
was a way to protect you.

The Chief had kept you alive and safe

by getting you clear of
the Section 9 clean-up operation.

For one thing, your body's totally natural
and you'd just gotten out of the hospital.

Not to mention that you're a married man,

fudging data would be hard,
so he kept you out of the loop till it was safe.

Don't be too offended.

According to the records, I'm a convict
spending the rest of my days up the river.

More profit, less honour.

Meaning that we're once again
an offensive organisation,

which doesn't officially exist, of course.

That's what this was all about?

Uh, but, hey, GUYS,

the Major, what happened to her?

Hmm. Who cares?
I don't give a rat's ass about that bitch.

Batou, that reminds me, weren't you
bawling your eyes out a few months ago?

-Oh, screw you.
-Oh, really?

In that case, what do you say I grab
the satellite footage from the scene?

Yeah. And you ought to
send it to the Major, too.

-All right, cut it out!
-Motoko!- Right?

-You bastard!

-I told you to stop, damn it!

Take it back!

I give, I give.

Seems like it's over.

Hmm.

The rest can be left to the Attorney General.

My work here is done.

The Public Prosecutors Office will be able
to hold their heads high, thanks to this.

But now that it's all behind us,
what remains for you?

From my part, I'm just gratified
that I was able to see justice served.

-And that's enough for me.
-Hmm.

So, what are your current plans?

You can't keep on playing war
with tanks and weapons forever, you know.

Why not join up with us?

I've always thought you were
better suited for the judicial world.

Well, I'm not so sure.

Section 9 wasn't finished
by this trivial matter.

I intend to rebuild my unit.

In fact, I'm on my way to scout
a prospective member.

Oh.

Now I get it.

Hah! You really aren't
the Laughing Man, that's for sure.

Welcome.

You took longer than I expected.

Don't give me that.

You didn't even send me an invitation.

-If you stay right where you are,
eventually the world will come to you.-

I believe it was Doisneau who said that.

Yes.

I had a lot of time to think
about what should be done with you.

Wasn't much else to do
while I was floating around.

Speaking of which,
I thought you might have decided

to keep on floating like that.

I was afraid that you were going to die.

I'm not ready to bid life farewell just yet.

Though I did have an interesting
little near-death experience

during this recent business,

when my fully-remote cyberbrain
was blown off.

Your brand new body was destroyed, but
you still haven't done a prosthetic swap out.

You've got a sharp eye.

Well, peeking is my hobby.

So, what's the deal? Meaning, what is this?

Some kind of information graveyard?

Did you seriously think you could
somehow change the world from here?

Yeah. Sort of, at first.

Hmm. How do you feel about it now?

I'm not blazing with satisfaction or anything.

But the truth is, it all ended for me
the instant I shared my memories with you.

At that point, my work was done.

I figured that you'd probably
be able to run with it from there.

Is that so?
You're a hell of a liar, kid.

I clearly recall you didn't want me involved.

I'm sorry.

But the minute you share and synchronise all
your information, you lose your uniqueness,

and become absorbed into the unconscious
malice of a third party that has no motive.

Or perhaps into the will of someone
who does have one.

Are those your words

based on what you've acquired
from a hard-earned experience?

Yes.

Because the fact is, you yourself played the
role of a Laughing Man copycat as well.

Well, I have to admit,
it was a fascinating phenomenon.

At any rate, what was your underlying reason

for orchestrating such a huge event
in the first place?

-To you everything that's happening
in the world appears phoney,

-to be something other than what it is, right?-

J.D. Salinger?

Yes.

And when it comes to cyberisation,
I'm pretty much the perfect poster boy.

So, you'd think,
at the very least, I would have felt terrified

at the thought of contracting
cyberbrain sclerosis.

I'll tell you.

It was a simple piece of mail I stumbled
across in the Net that began this whole thing.

What I'd found was a blackmail document

that had probably been sent
to Serano Genomics.

It was armed with a thesis that was
a comparative study of the inadequacy

of Serano micromachines versus
the effectiveness of the Murai Vaccine.

Then the original Laughing Man
was the person who authored it?

You could say that, I suppose.

-I am the machine that reveals
the world to you

-as only I alone am able to see it.-

Dziga Vertov.
He was a Russian filmmaker, wasn't he?

Yes.

I was kidding myself by thinking
it was my personal mission

to prove and circulate that information,
vital data I alone had discovered.

Failing spectacularly.

The pure, innocent mediator grew dejected
at the base nature of the social system,

and he turned mute.

Yes. It was because of that
I became the vanishing mediator.

Just like an author whose existence
is emphasised by the fact

that he rarely puts out
any new works for publication.

-In other words, by disappearing,

-it acts as a regulating medium
for the dynamism of the social system.-

-Per sociological theory,
it ultimately vanishes,

-leaving no trace of its presence
inside or outside the system.-

Fredric Jameson, I believe.

Yes. But no.

The latter was Masachi Osawa.

Even though I was familiar with the words,

I didn't believe it
until I saw it with my own eyes.

Who knew that copies could still be produced
despite the absence of an original?

If you had to give a name to this
phenomenon, what would you label it?

It would be Stand Alone Complex.

Right. Yes. The Stand Alone Complex.

From the start, the very nature
of our current social system

has contained the mechanisms
to trigger such an amazing occurrence.

Personally, however, I feel this marks
the beginning of a new era of despair.

What's your opinion?

I don't know. It's impossible for me to say.

Although I have found one thing
capable of restoring your individuality

after all your information
has been synchronised.

Oh, really? And what's that?

Everyday human curiosity.

Oh, you're right.

You know, that's something
that never occurred to me.

I think my brain has already
started to harden.

OK, what's going
to happen to me now?

Will I be arrested for kidnapping?

Or for inciting multiple,
simultaneous terrorist acts?

Hey, don't ask me.

That little matter is completely
at his discretion.

Why not ask him yourself?

I've been listening in for a while now.

But without an external memory device,
I couldn't keep up with you two.

Have you read every single book
in here, young man?

Not every book.

Let me introduce you.

This is Daisuke Aramaki. He's my boss.
The Chief of Section 9.

I'm very pleased to meet you.

Do you actually plan to continue
with this dull, futureless occupation

of preserving obsolete printed materials

that nowadays are only published
out of force of habit?

Yes. If I'm allowed to, then I will.

As far as this case is concerned,
it will probably be concluded

that the original Laughing Man
never officially existed.

So I have an offer to make. It's this.

Do you want to put your hacker skills
to good use

and join up with Section 9
as our ninth regular team player?

Wow! I'm surprised.
You came here to recruit me.

That's right.

Man, I'm speechless.

It does sound like it would be interesting,
but I'm gonna have to pass.

Cos, as much as I hate to say it,
I'm not a team player.

Hmm.

Well, the kid shot you down. Now what?

Not a thing.

Section 9 will resume work
as an anti-crime unit.

It will remain that way
for as long as you and I want it to.

That's all, Major.

Major!
Assemble the team with an A-2 loadout!

Batou, you copy that?

You need a lift?

Togusa!

I'm already on my way.

lshikawa! Saito!

I'll go separately
and meet up with you.

Ready on my end.

Paz! Borma!

Just give the word.
We gotta get lucky sometime.

Sy Weintraub and Harry Hayutin present

Tarzan the Magnificent-

Starring Gordon Scott as Tarzan

Jock Mahoney

Betta St. John

Also starring John Carradine,
Lionel Jeffries, Alexandra Stewart

and introducing Gary Cockrell

Screenplay by Berne Giler and Robert Day

Director of photography Ted Scaife, B.S.C.

Music by Ken Jones

Produced by Sy Weintraub

Directed by Robert Day

With the cooperation of
the Kenya government,
the Kikuyu and Masai tribes

This film was made in Africa

BUSAI MINING COMPANY

PAY-OFFICE

$5,000 REWARD
COY BANTON
WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE

Make a sound, and I slit your throat.

How far you think you're gonna get?

Get in.

Coy!

What's wrong?

Coy!!!

Ethan, Ethan, wake up!

What happened? Where's Coy?

Look at this.

That's a police boot.

We're getting back.

Go get Coy.

Coy!

Coy!

Thanks!

Get up!

Who are you?

Who are you?

You're one of the Bantons.

I should've known.

I'll personally see to it to get to know
what's better.

I'll look to the day.

Inspector Wyntors was a good man
and my friend.

His family won't be cheated on
to this reward.

I'll take you in to Mantu myself.

Coy Banton!

Where did you get him?

He was Wyntors' prisoner.
Two of the bandits ambushed him.

One's dead, the other ran.

You killed one of the Bantons?

And the rest of the family won't be
too far away.

I wanna put him on the riverboat
to Kairobi when captain Haze arrives.

He'll be here only till then.

But every moment he's here
we're in danger.

They know he has to go to Kairobi.

This is the first place they'll make for!

What would you have me do? Set him free?

You... you know Abel Banton.

He'll burn this settlement to the ground
if he knows we lifted a finger
against his son.

You too?

I'm not a coward, but I need the jungle
for living.

If I did anything, my next safari
will be my last.

I'm a...

I'm sorry, Tarzan. I'd like to help but...

St. FRANCIS MISSION
HOSPITAL and CLINIC

Tarzan! It's good to see you.

Doctor.

Coy Banton.

I want to keep him here until
the riverboat from Kairobi arrives.

Where are his fellas? His brothers?

I don't know. Probably, looking for him.

Are you afraid, too?

Yes, I'm afraid...

...for my hospital.

These Bantons rob, kill,

plunder every settlement in that jungle,
and you know it!

Yet you haven't the courage to keep him
here for a few hours.

This is not a matter of courage,
my friend.

I have a stronger obligation to
my patients,

to a people who need this hospital,

who otherwise would die.

No. I'm sorry, I cannot do it.

I can't understand a man who would rather
live in fear than fight it.

No matter what's the cost.

It's just around the bank. Here we go.

The boat's late.
We've already stayed too long.

My home is your home.

To leave or stay as long as you will.

All of the others were afraid, N'Como.
Why aren't you?

I'm an old man, Tarzan.
All my life I have lived with death.

Why should I be more afraid now?

Boat like that, it sure seems the shame.

Once they get Coy aboard that boat
for Kairobi, they'll be waiting for us
to come after him.

I'm not going to give them that chance.

Get out of our way!

What rumble was that?

All of you, listen to me!

Do as I tell you, and no one
will get hurt!

All of you, get off the boat.

Is that money you want?

I want nothing of you.

Just get off the boat. Now!

Now, just a minute. You have absolutely
no right to come budging on this boat
like this.

I won't tell you again.

That's what I'm telling you, that
you have killed a man around here.
Do you realize that?

All right, gentlemen, move on!

Come on, move it.

Move it, I said!

Come on!

Up to the top of the hill.

Come on, come on.

Well, what're you gonna do now? Eat me.

Follow the river, it'll kick you to Mantu.

You're gonna have a gun to protect you
from the animals with a couple of rounds
in it.

No, you take no chances, do you?

Anybody else's got anything to say?

-- You...
-- Take it easy.

You want me to take care of her, pap?

No, we've got more important things to do.

MANTU STAGING POST

It looks like they were expecting us.

All of you, listen to me!

Tarzan has killed one of my sons.

He has my son Coy with him.

He is not here, I tell you.

No, don't be a fool.

No sign of him in the hospital.

He's hiding in the huts.

Coy. Coy!

Coy!

Coy!

Coy!

He ain't here.

Anyone of you that helps Tarzan
is my enemy,

and the enemy of my sons.

Remember that.

Well, then they killed captain Haze.

Without calls or warnings.
It was brutal murder.

Good heavens, if only I could go
and grab a gun!

Of course, they gave me no chance,
it would've been suicide to try...

They wanted nothing from us,
only burned the boat.

-- Made no sense.
-- Yes, about that.

It made sense.

I beg your pardon?

Abel Banton burned that boat to keep it
from taking his son to the police
in Kairobi.

-- You're Tarzan.
-- Yes.

Captain Haze told us about you.
He said you're an old friend of his.

He was a fine man.

He wasn't like a boss.

He treated me like a friend.

The boat was our home.

You say you're leaving for Kairobi
in the morning.

Yes.

How do you go?

By foot.

Jungle, mountains, swamps, plains...

...a prisoner and 3 men hunting you.

Think you'll make it to Kairobi?

If I don't, neither will my prisoner.

Could have a better chance with some help.

Get me a gun, and I'll go with you.

The bastards killed my best friend.

I owe him something.

All right.

Oh, look, I was in Burma during the war.
Infantry, jungle warfare, you know.

I'd give anything to help to get to
these Bantons, and I could be
a great help to you.

You can also slow me down.

It might interest you to know that
I was going to Kairobi

to arrange the finances of the building
of a new dam.

Now if I do, that's gonna mean
a lot of work for great number of people
and prosperity.

But if I don't make it by the end
of this week, there won't be a dam.

-- Then I can't refuse.
-- Yes.

And my wife goes as well, of course.

-- She can get to next boat.
-- When would that be?

3 weeks, maybe 4. It's hard to tell.

I'm not staying in this hole for 3 weeks.

Clever idea. If she doesn't go,
I don't go.

-- You leave me little choice.
-- Thank you very much.

Look eh...
I have to attend an interview in Kairobi.

I'm afraid I can't tell you just
how important it is for me to keep
that appointment.

And If I'm not there in time...

Let me go with you, I'll carry
my own weight.

If you don't, I'll have to try
to get there by myself anyway.

You'll have company because
I'm not staying here alone.

I wouldn't take any of you except for him,

but if his going means work for many men,
then I must take him, and his wife.

With so many two more means little.

But this is no game. It'll be hard,

and it could mean death.

As long as you understand that.

Oh yes, we do.

Take only what you need.
We'll leave at the sun.

For enough money you'll be able to buy
the rifles.

For enough money you'll even be able
to buy his fears of the Bantons.

You have 2 hours to change your minds.

I won't.

Come on, dear.

Captain Haze is dead?

Yes.

I leave in the morning for Kairobi
with Banton.

Will you take care of Cheetah
until I return?

This I will do.

Thank you, old friend.

I'll get a few hours of rest.

Thanks.

Thank you.
I'll take her if you don't mind.

He was only trying to help me.

Yes, dear, but I'm here. If you want
any help, you just walk ahead.

Thank you.

The Bantons would hear that 5 miles away.

A gun kills but it also tells your enemies
where you are.

-- Can I...?
-- No, thanks.

A little wine to wash this can,
a man couldn't ask for more.

You seem to be satisfied with very little
in life, my friend.

Perhaps.

It's just a way of avoiding
disappointment.

Oh, dear. It's sad world if we all felt
that way about things in it.

Only if the state of the world are
men like you, Mr. Ames.

How do you feel about things like that,
Mr. Ames?

Man lives one life, it's up to him
to do something with it.

Like what?

The world measures everything by success.
I believe in success.

What do you call -success-? Money?

Well if a man sets out to make money,
then I call money success.

A scientist and a teacher...

Look, if the man reaches the top,
it is the best.

Then is a success.

That's why our friend here is a failure.

You see, he's caught.

Are you saying that unless the man
is the best in his field, he's a failure?

Well, let us put it this way.

If you're not first, you're second,

and being second-rate is not
being a success.

By that standard most of us in this world
are failures.

That's right.

Don't take it to heart, Mr. Conway,
my husband sets a very high standard
for himself.

And others.

We leave again with the sun.
I suggest you get some sleep.

Where's Tarzan taking my brother?

I don't know.

-- You'll tell us all!
-- I said I don't know.

Step aside, Johnny.

He asked you a question, doctor.

What's gonna be?

Do we have to shoot you and your patients?

They left this morning on foot
for Kairobi.

-- Ames.
-- Huh?

Wake up. Wake up.

Wake up.

-- What?
-- There's something out there.

What?

There's something out there.
Go out to see what it is.

Go out to see what it is.

Why me?

That's it...

-- Who is that?
-- You're the only one here...

You're the -1 man, you're Mr. Success.
Now, go on!

-- Yes...
-- Yes, go on.

-- Yes.
-- Take your gun. Your gun.

What?

That's it. Now, go ahead.

Go ahead.

I could've um... I could've fired...

Go back.

Yes.

Uhm... I'd be obliged if you wouldn't tell
the others about this.

What's that?

What are they drumming for?

He is telling Tarzan they recognized
Banton as one of the men who raided
their village a few months ago,

stole their harvest, and killed
one of the warriors.

He says he's heard of Tarzan,
and admires and respects him,
but they cannot let Banton go.

Only their chief can do this.

He is taking us there.

Tate has already told you.

I'm doing this not only because
war is a good thing, but because
of the reward for him.

But surely, if it's just a matter
of the reward, let them have him.

No, it's for inspector Wyntors's
wife and children.

I may not succeed, but I shall try.

Oh, just a minute. Have we got any say?

Yeah.

I'm gonna watch your guns!

What are they doing?

They say Coy Banton is one of the men
who killed his brother.

...is much white to bestow white man's law.

The chief's wife is heavy with child.

All of their other children have died
at birth.

The chief is afraid this one, too,
will die like the others.

Tell the chief I think I might be able
to help.

If he likes, I'll take a look at her.

He said he would be grateful for anything
you can do for the child.

The head man will take you to her.

Don't be ridiculous,
what are you gonna do?

What are you trying to do?
This is a doctor's job!

I was a doctor once.

That's... That's ridiculous.

She's having a breech birth.
Unless there's a complication,
there shouldn't be any trouble.

It was just that she'd never had anyone
to help her before.

How will you...

The Basai code of justice can give us
a life for a life.

The chief has just promised me that
if you save the life of the child,

he will let me take Coy Banton
back with me.

I'll do what I can.

What did he say?

Nothing. Do what you have to do.

I'll tell you what he said.

He said, since Tarzan asked
a life for life,

he will ask the same for Coy Banton
and Tarzan,

if anything should happen to his wife.

Tarzan has offered his own life
in exchange.

Look, I told you. There...
there could be complications.

I heard you.

I'll help you.

We'll leave the boat here in the morning
and head inland.

They cannot get very far.

I figured, from here to Kairobi
is about 65 miles.

That's a lot of jungle to cover.

Not as much as you think.

Tarzan isn't in the follow of the river,
that'll take him 50 miles out of his way.

He's got to cross my way in Mansan.

Impassable swamp to the left and mountains
to the right, that cuts him down a lot.

Not enough, it's a 20 miles strip.

A man could take an army through there,
and no one would see him.

You're both forgetting one thing: Coy!

He may have slipped down once,
but no man's big enough to bring him in,
not even Tarzan.

He'll find a way to let us know
where he is.

Okay. Give me the scissors.

Did you say you were a doctor?

You still are, my friend.

No sign of them.

They'll be coming through that strip.

Tarzan was raised out there in that brush.

What makes you so sure that Coy
can outsmart him?

He will.

He is human. He can fail.

Coy wouldn't have failed if he'd been
there with Ethan, and Ethan would
still be alive.

Are you blaming me?

No. I'm saying that Tarzan would be dead
instead of Ethan, if Coy had been there.

No, I'm not belittling you,
but you're not Coy.

No one is.

Except you.

I was able to keep you alive because
I can outsmart, not fight the law.

I don't underestimate myself.

So, why don't we quit now?
We have a 100,000 in a bag.

We'll talk about quitting
when we get Coy back.

Well, let's talk about it now,
supposing we don't get Coy back.

Supposing Tarzan gets him to Kairobi,
and they hang him.

Don't ever say that again!
Do you hear me?

Yeah. I hear you.

Don't forget it.

-- You're all right?
-- Just barely alive.

Do you call this being -alive-?

Snake! Behind you! Shoot it!

You've just told the Bantons where we are.

I told you he'd find a way!

Hey, we've rested... we've rested once
in this morning. We've got to stop.

Those shots the Bantons fired
will let them head on our way.

They're not sleeping, and neither are we.

-- What did you...?
-- I'm tired.

Come on, we've all gotta walk.

Leave me alone, I've got to rest.

Why should you be the only exception?
Come on, get up!

She said she's too tired to go on.

Keep still, you fool.

I wish that was the ape man she had
by the neck.

Well, you've got yourself quite a bunch.

Don't expect help from anyone of them.

Tate... maybe.

Conway... soft.

And Ames... Now this one is a draw, too.

He talks like he's been...
He's got to be the big man and everything.

Just got one trouble: yellow.

Oh, he fights, but he's just plain yellow.

You know I'm right.

I'll tell you something else.

His wife knows it.

Let me tell you something, Banton.

That's why he fights it.

They've done all the work for us.

It won't all be this easy,
I promise you that.

I've tangled with him once. You just wait.

Don't tell me you're scared of him.

I'm not scared of any man.

We'll see.

Tarzan! Look out there
in the mountain's slope!

The timberline.

Wheel glasses.

Must be the Bantons!

They're close. Closer than I thought.

They must be able to see us right now.

But what have we got to do?
Stay here and fight it out?

That's what they'd like.

Then all they have to do is
to sit back and wait until
we run out of food and water.

But what about him?
We can use him as a hostage.

Are you ready to kill him if Abel Banton
calls it your bluff?

I'll kill him before I turn him back.

Well, I'll be the one who decides.

You three are fools to stick with Tarzan,
you haven't got a chance.

They'll catch up to us pretty soon now.

You've only one out: turn me free.

You don't know how to count, do you?
We're three against one.

Make up your minds.

Two against two.

Three.

Well, that made up your mind
for you, Ames. Number four.

Some day you're gonna pay for that, Ames.

Move!

I didn't know what a hero you were.

Past the ridge to the left.

What about the others with him?

The more he's got, the more he's
held back. Just means a bigger target.

I hope you're right.

Tarzan has to keep moving.

We can choose our spots.
That's how we planned.

Those two women will slow them up.

I'll take the blond.

I don't care what you do once we get Coy.

That's the safe way through those hills.

Southwest's the way the Bantons will think
we're going.

The other way is to follow the river.

If we get through, that'll put us
half a day ahead of them.

Enough time to reach Kairobi.

You say -if we can get through-...

There's quicksand.

I think I know the way, but...
other people had thought so,
and they've never returned.

What makes you so sure that Bantons
are gonna think that we've gone
through the hills?

We'll fix a trail and make them think so.

Oh, to get the sooner the safer,
this sure is the gamble.

You give us any choice?

No.

Watch him.

You're all right, dear?

If I weren't, could you do anything
about it?

Good heavens, can't we even talk anymore?

What do we talk about?
What a success you've made with your life?

Must we wash our dirty linen in public?

Makes no difference to me.

You got a match?

Drop that!

Go ahead.

You haven't got guts enough
to kill anybody.

Drop it, Ames.

Tell him to stay away from my wife.

It would seem the other way around.

Your troubles are your own.

Settle them in Kairobi or leave us.

I won't tell you again.

The swamps will cover our trail.

Leave nothing here to show we were here.

Get rid of that cigarette.

Come on, you heard what he said.

Stay close behind one another.

One step and you're on a quicksand.

Let's go.

How are you doing?

I think my feet are wet.

Martin! Come here.

You can still smell a perfume.

Well, they went through the hills,
look there.

If they did, we can still see them.

No.

They went through the swamp.

They'll never get out of that bioknife
with that bunch of this slow down
little crowd.

And we can catch them in the swamp.

Maybe that Tarzan has outsmarted himself.

Come on, Martin.

I bet this one belongs to the brunette.

When this gonna end?

With the quicksand in the jungles.

You're all right?

Drop your hands off me!

I don't need your help!

What did I tell ya?

You don't seem so sure now.

What's the matter?

We'll keep moving.

Here. You carry this.

I'll carry you.

I haven't been carried like this
since I was 5 years old.

If I get too heavy, just toss me aside.

No, I wouldn't worry about that.

Worried about something?

What're you looking for?

You're so sure they're going to follow us?

Did you just see anything?

No, but we'll go on.

Oh no. I can't.

I'd like to, but it's impossible.

Yeah, yeah. I think that goes
for all of us, too.

I can't leave you here.

You know my choice, I'll give you yours.

We'll stay here for the night.

A fresh print.

What's the matter?

I don't know. I can't explain.

We've rested long enough. Let's go.

Just a bit of...
Do you think that we could...

Get up!

Quick! Take your guns!

No shooting! I'll be faster.

I've really got spent out.

All of ya!

Not any chance but to send Coy out.

My fight's with Tarzan.

Hurt my son, and I'll butcher
everyone of you.

Go back and get the others out
of the clearing.

Follow the path to the river.
I'll catch up with you later.

Okay.

Martin! Johnny!

Coy! Hold your fire!

I've got Tarzan!

Never mind, I'm all right.
Let's get to Coy.

Over here!

Martin! Martin!

I'm all right. Leave me alone.

Leave me alone, I'm all right!

Quicksand, Banton.
Make sound and you go under.

Ames, put that stand there.
Give me your hand.

Let's go.

I'm sickling!

Hold on to me. Hold on to me.

Is he any better now?

The bullet collapsed his lung.
He's hemorraging internally.

I don't know how he'll settle this one.

You see, I just don't understand.

I just don't understand.
I treated him like dirt.

Why did he do it? Why did he help me?
No one asked him to help me,
no one made him help me.

He did it because you were a human being.

A little late for your conscience
to start bothering you.

Yes, you never will let me understand you,
will you?

I had hoped after all we'd gone through,
the things might have change a little.

They have. And when we get back,
I'm leaving you.

I had few illusions about you when
we started, but you finished what I had.

Look, dear. We both had our faults.

I'm perfectly willing to give our marriage
another try.

I'm not talking about our marriage,
I'm talking about you!

Your foul head, your big talk,

all that rubbish you've been giving
about action in Burma.

The only action you ever saw
was behind the desk in Rangun!

Does this give you pleasure?

Does this give you pleasure making me
look foolish in front of the rest
of these people, you madam?

First, I do exagerate, I hate to,
but that's what I am!

Look! Would you mind doing your quarreling
somewhere else?

I knew who's the head of this as well.
You take the whole set lot of you,
and stay out of it!

Tate's not interested anymore.

He's dead.

What?

Hello.

Hello, baby.

What are you doing here?

What are you doing all by yourself, huh?

You lost your mother?

O don't you have one? Come on.

I guess your world is as bad as mine.
Poor baby.

Such big sad eyes.

Save a little for me, honey.

Take it easy. No one's gonna hurt ya.

Tarzan! Tarzan!

Watch him!

Come on! Give me a hug!

Oh, no, no, no. Take it easy.

My son. My youngest son.

At least they'd buried him.

He wasn't 21 yet. Just a boy.

You're old hypocrite.
Johnny was never a boy.

He never had a chance,
like the rest of us.

Shut up!

You turned us into murderers by the time
we were 16.

You trained us to cheat, lie, steal, kill.
What did you expect?

I told you to shut up!

That's the last time
you ever do that to me.

Where do you think you're going?

I don't know and I don't care,
just as long as I'm away from you!

You're not going anywhere, you're going
to stick with me till we get Coy back.

Coy? I'm sick to death of hearing
Coy's name.

I'll tell you what you can do.
You give my share of the money to Coy.

Come back, you fool! You'll never get
through that swamp again alive.

Martin!

Tomorrow you'll sleep in Kairobi.

Maybe.

This is the end of the line for all of us.

A couple times there I...
never thought we'd make it.

Like a man being safe from the fire
and expecting to be burnt in.

It's all a miracle that changes your life.

What's the matter? What's the matter?

Your wife and Banton have gone.

What do you mean -gone-?

He's taken your rifle.

There's only one way they could have gone,

away from Kairobi, where they can meet
his father.

If I don't return by morning,
the way to Kairobi is east.

There's little to fear from here.

Yeah, but I'll go with you.

This time I go alone.

She wouldn't dare leave me.

She wouldn't dare leave me.

Coy, I can't keep up with you.
I've got to rest.

You can't rest here.

Is that all you have to say to me?

Huh? What do you want me to say?

Thanks?

Thanks. Now, come on!

Exactly where we're going?

I can promise you one thing:

it isn't Buckhingham palace.

Well, I wouldn't worry about it.
Something else...

You're not talking to your husband now.

Understand?

Come in.

Makes no difference to you?

No difference at all.

This way, son!

I knew you'd get away, son!
I knew you'd made it!

Won't be long now.

He's so anxious, he's getting care of us!

He's back there. He's just but a friend!

That suits me fine.

We'll be waiting for him.

You take the left bank,
I'll take the right.

This is Coy Banton.
He is wanted for murder.

This is as far as I go.

Would you see that inspector Wyntors's
family receives his reward?

Yes, sure.

Now, would you see that the mining company
gets its money back?

The police car will take you into Kairobi.

Oh well... From one jungle into another...

Maybe his jungle is the best, huh?

THE END