Original subtitles

This is my boss,

Jonathan hart, a self-made millionaire.

He's quite a guy.

This is Mrs. H. She's gorgeous.

She's one lady who knows how to take care of herself.

By the way, my name is Max.

I take care of both of them,

which ain't easy, 'cause when they met...

It was murder.

[♪♪]

[Barks]

[Intercom buzzes]

That might be New York.

Yes, deanne? Put him on.

It is New York.

All right, Richard, give it to me straight.

Hey, that's great. Wonderful.

Yeah, well, when you go out to celebrate,

have one on us. And I'll talk to you tomorrow.

And thanks again. Marvelous job.

We are the proud owners of atlas aluminum.

Oh, fantastic!

Yeah, we can keep all the factories open

and add 1500 jobs.

Well, let's go celebrate.

Well, now, the New York end is going to 21,

but the best offer I can give you is a chilidog at pinks.

[Knocking]

Come in.

Sir, word just came from the stock exchange floor.

I want you to know that our people did their very best.

Did their best?

Mr. Davenport, we had almost all of the atlas stock in hand.

But the situation has changed completely

in the last eight hours, and...

We lost it.

But I was atlas' last hope.

No bank would keep them going.

I could've gutted the factories

and reaped millions in tax benefits.

It was hart industry, sir.

No!

[Clicks]

It's empty.

It's a .308 caliber.

With a 3-to-10 power, variable scope.

No, thank you, sir.

- No, I meant put it back. - [Chuckles]

So, Jonathan hart...

Bailed atlas out, did he?

He lent them the money to, uh, retool,

keep the factories open.

He has plans to expand.

He always has plans.

His plans took the offshore fisheries away from me.

Now this.

Jonathan hart has cost me five million dollars

in the last three years.

You'll get even, sir.

[Squeaking]

Ashby.

It's time Mr. Hart realized

that there's another jungle besides the concrete one

he knows so well.

Take a telex to the attertons.

To your wildlife game ranch? Yes.

Dear Liza and Geoffrey.

Unhappily, due to recent business adversities,

I'm unable to continue to financially support

the riverbend wildlife game ranch.

I know that, without my funding...

"unless you can come up with the resources,

my suggestion is that you give the animals back to the circus

and close the ranch and return home."

But this is our home. It's our life.

Yes, I'm afraid, we got out of touch

with the so-called civilized world

with its financial ups and downs.

Don't you worry, Greg.

You're not going back to jump through anymore fiery hoops.

What else does it say, Geoffrey?

"If you're determined to keep the preserve going,

the kind of backer you need is the Jonathan hart-type.

He's experiencing great success in the business community,

and Mrs. Hart is very active in charities

which preserve wildlife.

She's also been published on the subject."

Uh, who is Jonathan hart?

He could turn out to be our guardian angel.

Well, at least Davenport recommended a solution.

What a character.

Pulling out on us just as mysteriously as the day

his checkbook walked into our lives.

And just his checkbook.

Man we never met, we don't even know what he looks like,

puts us in business

and now he puts us out of business.

Should we cable the states

and, uh, try to locate the harts?

Why not?

After all the years we worked,

I don't fancy buster and the others responding

to a whip and chair again.

[Jennifer]"What we do is take in surplus animals

from zoos and circuses from around the world.

We have an active breeding program,

and we care for and breed these animals,

in hopes that one day

they'll be returned again to the wild."

I guess there's more happening in South America

than just growing coffee.

Thanks, Max.

[Jennifer] Oh, listen to this.

"Mr. and Mrs. Hart,

your reputation as philanthropists

and animal lovers has preceded you.

We know Mrs. Hart has been published on the subject,

and if you could write a piece or two about our work,

it could generate interest and financial support

in america for this worthwhile effort.

Warmest regards, Mr. and Mrs. Atterton."

Am I to call the travel agent?

Darling?

Well, it is a very interesting invitation.

You think so?

- Mm-hmm. - [Jennifer] Really?

[Jonathan chuckles] Great!

I can be packed in two hours.

It'll take you two hours to say goodbye to freeway.

[Jonathan] This may seem like a garden party to you, darling,

but let me tell you something,

it's a jungle out there.

Oh, I'm so excited,

I want everything to be so perfect for the harts.

It will be.

Has the west gate been put back up?

No, the fieldworkers from the village are late.

I'll put them right on it when they get here.

I'll watch for the harts if you wanna make sure the house is all set.

Oh, great.

[Camera shutter clicks]

[Trumpeting]

- [Jennifer speaking Spanish] - [Man replying in Spanish]

Dos... two miles.

- Uh, very good. - Thank you.

Look over there.

[Camera shutter clicks]

Liza, Geoffrey.

[Camera shutter clicking]

[Jennifer] That was great! [Laughs]

There you go.

[Jennifer] Whoa.

How you doing? We're the harts.

Been expecting you.

[Man speaking in Spanish]

Oh, he's coming back on... [Jonathan] This Friday.

Good, very good.

- How are you? - I'm td Webster.

- Jennifer, my wife. - Nice to meet you.

How was your trip down on the love boat?

- Wonderful. - Oh, it was wonderful thank you.

- Hello. - [Liza] Hello.

[Birds chirping]

Welcome to riverbend, Mr. Hart.

I'm Geoffrey atterton.

My wife, Liza.

[Liza] How do you do? How do you do?

This is my wife, Jennifer. How do you do?

Oh, we're so thrilled you could come. Mrs. Hart.

Oh, please call me Jennifer.

[Jonathan] And Jonathan.

[Monkey gibbering]

-[Jonathan laughs] Oh, look at that. -[Jennifer moans]

[Chattering]

Well, thank you.

The ritz in Paris greets you

with a basket of fruit in your room.

And please accept our humble welcome.

What's his name? [Liza] Oh, this is mook.

Thank you, mook.

Once you've made friends with mook,

then you're family.

Let's get you settled in.

Yes, I'd like you to meet our houseman.

This is Ernesto casseras.

How do you do?

[Both speaking in Spanish]

Come on, mook, lead the way.

[Mook gibbers] Oh.

[Birds chirping]

Mr. Davenport?

Mm-hm? We're only about 10 miles

from your game ranch's main compound.

Why are we camped out here?

We are on the ranch already.

I just want to prove that in the survival of the fittest,

I survive.

Ah, did the harts arrive in the launch?

And it's just the atterton's and the hart's, huh?

Two more?

And the locals who help with the animals.

Sounds like you simplified matters, huh?

[Chuckles]

Oh, thank you.

He never says a word.

Yes, a most unfortunate accident.

Uh, but I find silence a virtue.

Ashby, do you mind radioing the launch service up north

and finding out when the harts are due to leave?

The harts?

What does your trip down here have to do with them?

Well, I'm joining up with them for a big-game hunt.

Elephants? Cheetahs?

-[Rifle cocks -nothing on four legs, no.

I'm after the two-legged species.

Don't look scared, ashby. You're not the target.

The harts are the sport?

Your own words, ashby, "you'll get even."

Remember?

[Geoffrey] A toast to your first night with us.

We're so delighted to have you here.

[Jennifer] And we're delighted to be here.

[Bird] Delighted, delighted.

Oh.

- [Bird squawks] - He speaks perfect English.

Well, it should be. We bought him at herod's in London about eight years ago.

[Jonathan] What kind of bird is that?

It's a sulfur-crested cockatoo. His name is Freddie.

How did you find td?

He seems to be very knowledgeable.

Well, he's working towards his phd.

A professor friend of mine recommended him to us.

Yeah, he wanted to come to dinner tonight,

but, uh, the winds blew down a gate last night,

so he's out shoring it up.

[Geoffrey] Well, how about tomorrow morning

we show you all the animals here in the compound,

and then we'll head out for three days

into the far reaches of the ranch?

We call it "the wild."

- [Jennifer] Great. - That sounds perfect.

We certainly are ready, aren't we, Jonathan?

- Yeah, we are. - [Bird] Jonathan, Jonathan.

[Jonathan laughs] He learns fast.

Well, here's to you two, and, uh, to the wild.

Ah.

The wild.

[Warbled beeping]

This is mcr,

6475

[bird squawks]

Request for urgent police frequency.

[Man over radio] Mcr 6475,

go to channel 509.

[Radio distortion]

Give me emergency clearance to police.

You're signing off, ashby.

I told you I find silence a virtue.

I've never killed a two-legged species before.

Suppose i...

Suppose I better get used to the experience.

[Jennifer] Ah, the quiet.

Isn't it wonderful?

[Gunshot in the distance]

[Jonathan] Now, that was a gunshot.

[Liza] Oh, the sound travels like crazy out here.

It's just probably some local hunter. [Giggles]

Nothing to worry about, maybe...

[Liza] Maybe td just found something unfriendly.

We live with this sort of thing all the time.

Um, perhaps you two would like some rest?

Uh, why don't you just retire

and we'll see you at first light.

Good idea. Well...

[Bird squawking]

Thank you for a lovely dinner. At first light, then.

Good night.

See you in the morning.

Jonathan, Jonathan.

[Bird squawks]

What if that was td?

Geoffrey, you've got to stop worrying.

The last 24 hours are giving me cause to worry.

We should have said something to the harts.

Well, we don't want to dampen their first night with us,

and we need them, Geoffrey.

It's just so important that we put our best foot forward.

And I'm gonna, I'm gonna stay up for td.

Maybe he's got some information

about what became of our fieldworkers.

Well, try not to be too late.

Tomorrow we have to show the harts the best time of their lives.

Good night.

It's a mosquito net.

I know it's a mosquito net.

All you have to do is pull the string to get it down.

Oh, yeah? Yeah.

You try it.

Oh, darling, it's very simple.

You just have to pull this little string,

and the whole thing comes down.

Uh-huh. Look.

[Grunts]

I've done it a hundred times. It's very, very simple.

You just reach under and pull the string.

[Yelps]

I knew sooner or later

somebody would drop a net over you.

Hmm? You okay in there? Huh?

Hm.

[Both whoop]

What's your name? Oh, this is Noelle.

- She's a tigon. - [Jonathan] A tigon?

Well, her, uh, her father is a siberian tiger,

her mother is an African lioness,

and that's really very, very rare

because it can only happen in captivity.

She speaks both lion and tiger,

and as you can see,

her stripes are brown rather than black,

and they're very subtle.

And, uh, she's... She's quite wonderful.

What about this one? What's, uh...?

Oh, this is our little, 3-year-old siberian tiger.

That's amazing. How much does he eat?

- Too much. - [Laughs]

[Man] Excuse me, señor atterton?

And, uh,

this is Nancy lioness.

No one at the village has seen td.

I see.

Would you rather, uh, postpone the trip

until you find him?

No, no, he'll be fine. Follow me.

Uh, I'll be with you in a minute.

Okay.

[Purring]

[Geoffrey] I know it's not very original,

- but we call him jumbo. - [Laughter]

- [Geoffrey] Hi, jumbo. - [Jennifer] Well he is very jumbo, isn't he?

- [Jonathan] Where's he from? - Asia originally,

and then from a circus in Europe.

He's taken to home here,

so much so that we're thinking of getting a female,

so he'll not only survive but multiply.

You've done a beautiful job here.

Are you ready for your three days in the wild?

Oh, we have enough film for three months.

Well, we'll be going to the far reaches of the ranch.

Uh, a word of caution,

we have natural boundaries, like rivers and so on,

to keep the animals under our control,

but these are wild animals.

You mean, it's a jungle out there.

Precisely. [Elephant trumpeting]

[Jonathan] He's magnificent.

[Liza] He's African.

[Davenport] How far downriver did you say

the black chap discovered ashby's body?

Three miles.

[Birds squawking]

I was looking for a way

to bring the harts this way quickly.

No, no this is my problem.

[Birds squawking]

Td?

Geoffrey.

Geoff, td's coming.

[Ominous music playing]

- What's the matter with him? - [Gasps]

Oh.

That spear is not from this region.

Or this continent.

How did it get here?

I don't know how or why, but we're cutting this trip short.

I'll radio the consulate when we get back to the compound.

You and Jennifer go and load up.

I'll give you a hand.

Thanks.

Jennifer, i-, I don't know what to say. I don't understand.

I know.

Jonathan.

[Footsteps approaching]

Look at this.

What's up?

Gasoline.

We're out of fuel.

This bolt's loosened.

Well, didn't we lay on another gas can?

Yes, I, I put one in myself.

It's gone.

First td and now this.

A pattern is beginning to form.

Anything else to this pattern?

I suppose we should have told you before.

But we needed your backing for the ranch so badly.

We never meant you any harm.

When did the trouble begin?

Well, it started when we got word

from Winston Davenport that he was cutting off our funds.

The Winston Davenport?

Did you know him?

Well, I've had some rather intense

business dealings with him over the past years,

but I don't know the man personally.

Neither do we.

In fact, we've never even met him.

But he's the man who has been funding our ranch,

I mean, it's on his recommendation

that we invited you down here.

Well, we better get a move on.

We can walk until nightfall.

How long will it take us to get back to the compound?

Oh, about 48 hours.

But first I, better take care of td.

[Birds squawking]

Smoke.

Could be a campfire.

No, we don't permit strangers

to wander around the ranch grounds.

Yes, but that stranger may have transportation.

Or a radio. Come on.

[Birds squawking]

Anyone here?

Hello? Hello?

I'm afraid you have me at a distinct disadvantage.

We ran out of gas.

Oh, how unfortunate for you, but most fortunate for me.

The sight of company is a godsend.

We are the, uh, attertons. From the wildlife game ranch.

I'm Charles t. Gordon, and I fear I may have, uh,

mistakenly strayed onto your property.

Nevertheless, how do you do?

These are our good friends, the harts.

We're happy to meet you.

And I you, sir. And I you.

Thank you.

[Geoffrey] Superb dinner, Charles.

I don't know how you do it out here.

The secret is, I don't do it out here.

The duck pâté and lamb sausage,

all prepared at l'etoile in New York.

[Jennifer] Oh.

Cheers.

Cheers.

[Crickets chirping]

You don't come out here to hunt, Charles?

[Davenport] Not in the traditional sense.

I love it out here.

As a child, my father took me big-game hunting in...

In India.

I was 11 when a friendly bengal tiger gave me this.

You know, Mr. and Mrs. Hart, there isn't an animal alive

that can give me enough of a challenge.

It occurred to me that I got them all, save one.

Oh? Which one is that?

The most dangerous animal.

The human animal. [Chuckles]

Human?

Just a joke.

You needn't fear, Mrs. Hart.

Women are sacred to me.

One doesn't kill the female animal.

Please, another drink.

Liza?

[Davenport] I insist.

[Groans]

I needed to keep them quiet for a little bit.

Winston Davenport, at your service.

You're Winston Davenport?

We waged too many battles coast-to-coast.

At last we meet face to face.

I don't have any axe to grind about the atlas deal

or the fishing properties.

How quickly you recall

the many times you've beaten and embarrassed me.

Now let's see how well you fare

when the home court advantage is mine.

What are you gonna do with us?

I want to hunt you.

But only you, Mr. Hart.

The female is for after the hunt.

[Eerie music playing]

This is yours, Mr. Hart.

Your launch is due to pick you up in 24 hours.

If you make it back there alive,

you're a free man.

Shall the sport commence?

Sport? What sort of sport?

You'll shoot him the minute he turns his back.

Mr. Hart,

I read you've been on safari before.

You look fit, sir.

Added to that, I'll give you a six-hour head start.

It's midnight now.

I won't set out after you until 6:00 am, dawn.

I'm not going without my wife.

Mr. Hart, she'll slow you down.

We differ in our opinions about the female animal.

You're gonna have to shoot me right here

if she doesn't go with me.

Hardly sport. Hardly.

Very well. Go. Both of you.

Consider the game tied at the end of regulation play.

Now, sir, we go into sudden death.

Your service.

[Jonathan] Isn't this the stream we drank out of on the way here?

[Jennifer] I think so.

Then we must be going in the right direction.

He'll be starting out in about three hours.

[Growling]

If he waits till dawn.

[Water splashing]

We're not gonna wait that long.

[Crickets chirping]

It's cold-blooded murder to leave us out here like this.

Pity you strayed from the relative safety of your compound.

I should say my compound.

I'm Winston Davenport.

What?

Gordo, come on.

[Birds squawking]

[Leaves rustling]

[Animal snorting]

[Jaguar snarling

[hyenas yelping]

Let's not wait around and see if he orders dessert.

[Suspenseful music playing]

[Davenport] They're heading for the compound.

Tracks are three hours old.

Unfortunately for them, a roundabout route. Eh?

Try and get one hand loose.

I can't. It's no use.

All right, let's try and get into the tent.

How?

We could die of dehydration out here.

Roll.

[Both grunting]

That way.

[All trumpeting]

I think we lost him.

Let's go this way.

Wait a minute.

This tree.

We're just going around in circles.

Yeah.

It's almost noon.

I've got an idea. Come on.

[Sighs]

When I was in the boy scouts... Help me lift this.

We learned how to make booby-traps.

Now...

Darling, go over there and pull on that other vine.

[Jonathan breathing heavily]

Okay. Go.

Wait.

[Grunting]

Remember when we were in Africa?

It's like the gold coast guillotine.

Now...

Let me see if I can thread this over here.

I think you've almost got this one.

Hold still.

If you can.

Oh, there you did it, you did it.

Okay. [Sighs]

Oh, we'll never catch up to Davenport in time.

- If he has our reserve can of petrol here... - come on, Geoffrey.

Hurry.

- [Jennifer] Darling? - [Jonathan] Yeah.

- How's this thing gonna work? - Well...

Davenport's bound to come down this trail.

Hopefully he'll step on this vine,

which is connected to the end of the trunk.

The tree will fall on top of him.

Now what we need is something to lure Davenport

underneath the tree.

Wait a minute. I've got something.

Oh, that's great.

Let's watch this from over there.

[Snake rattling]

[Rattling continuously]

[Gunshot]

He's getting closer.

He's going right to it.

[Davenport] Stop.

All these tracks are fresh.

And so many of them.

With all the head start I gave them,

why did they spend so much time here, huh?

[Gunshot]

- Not bad, Mr. and Mrs. Hart! - [Rifle clicks]

Not bad at all!

[Gunshot]

- [Footsteps retreating] - [Leaves rustling]

We're trapped.

Did you see butch Cassidy and the Sundance kid?

[Jennifer] That won't work.

How do you like my jungle, Mr. Hart?

[Grunts]

[Grunts]

[Jennifer] Jonathan!

- [Splashes] - Jonathan!

Oh...

If I floor the accelerator,

we can make the compound in four hours.

I wonder what Davenport's done with them.

I can't say.

And I'd rather not dwell on it. Here.

We'll radio the American consulate

for assistance when we get back.

[Birds chirping]

Sorry about taking you the long way home,

but the direct route across the plains is

in 130-degree heat.

No one survives it.

Come on. On you go.

Look, there's Jonathan.

[Horn honks]

[Jonathan] Have you seen Jennifer?

- [Geoffrey] We thought she was with you. - Are you all right?

Yeah, we were up at the head of the river.

- What happened? - I got into a fight with gordo.

Davenport shot him and we went over the side of the cliff.

I fell into the river.

You remember what he said about the female after the hunt?

I think he's taken her to his compound.

Well, be grateful you're alive.

Let's go, Geoffrey.

[Engine revving]

[Eerie music playing]

If you don't do anything foolish,

I won't have to lock you in.

By foolish, you mean what?

Escape.

But where would you go? The jungle? And to whom?

I'm not asking you to like me,

I only want your companionship while we're here alone.

Entre.

We'll go the rest of the way by foot.

I'll see about provisions.

But one false move...

[Door locks]

[Ominous music playing]

I'm disappointed in you.

Sit down.

Put your arms behind your back.

Come on.

Huh?

[Door closes]

[Birds squawking]

Hi, Fred.

Jonathan. [Squawks]

No, it's Jennifer.

Jennifer.

[Squawks] Jonathan, Jonathan.

[Whispers] Jonathan.

Oh, darling. I thought you were dead.

I was almost. Where is he?

[Door closes with a faint thud]

[Whispers] He's coming.

Pretend like you're still tied up.

I'll wait behind the door.

Just before sunset.

My favorite time of the day, Mrs. Hart.

You're one Brandy short.

Mr. Hart.

[Suspenseful music playing]

[Jennifer] Be careful!

[Davenport chokes and gasps]

[Jonathan] Shoot it!

[Groans]

Ah...

Mr. Davenport was right.

It is the survival of the fittest.

[Soft music playing]

[Jennifer] Oh, darling, just think of it.

Only a few days ago, we were lying under the stars,

with all the wild animals around us.

Wasn't it great? Oh,

don't tell me. You'd like to go back?

Yeah, I guess a part of me would.

But the other part of me is very happy to be home

and in our own bed. Oh, me too.

There's one thing I could use, it's a good night's sleep.

Oh.

You know something?

You were just wonderful in the jungle.

Swinging around on that vine like Tarzan.

It made me feel just like Jane.

Eh, Tarzan?

[Imitates monkey]

Come on, Tarzan.

[Jonathan snoring] [Imitates monkey]

Good night, Tarzan.

[♪♪]