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Farewell, young friend.

It was good of you to make this difficult journey.

I hope I'll be coming back very soon.

And when I do, I'll be ready to serve.

Take the side roads.

And if you run into a government patrol, remember, you are only a tourist.

Keep our motto in your heart.

Walk like a man, but strike like a lion.

It's most important that you not fail with Bart Jason.

So proceed carefully on your mission to Omeru.

Are you sure about those lines you're going to see?

Well, for one thing, they're very handsome.

They're handsome, of course.

Well, maybe not quite so handsome, but a little more active.

You see, they come from the Acre Valley.

And whenever they move to the northwest sector, I rush out to photograph them.

But I'm afraid I may miss them this time if Dr. Tarry doesn't come home soon.

Well, can't you go alone?

Mm -mm.

It's too dangerous.

Suppose I had an accident or got sick.

That's Marsh Tracy calling Romero. Tracy calling Romero. Do you read? Over.

That's Marsh Tracy calling Romero. Tracy calling Romero. Do you read? Over.

I read you, Marsh. This is Mike. When are you coming home?

Not for a couple of days at least, Mike.

Well, the Akalaians might have moved on by then.

I'm sorry, old buddy, but I have four cases of sleeping sickness here at the

village. Do you want me to come and help?

No, no thanks.

I've given them tripantosomicidal drugs.

You know how powerful they can be.

I know. You have to watch for toxic reactions.

All right.

Sorry I can't help you with those alkalines, but I'll see you in a few

Out.

Okay, let's go get your shot.

Mike, couldn't Bart go with you?

No, Angel.

He's waiting for a client.

I thought you were Mr. Brewster.

Brewster? Oh, you mean the man from San Francisco who was out here last year?

No, no, that was Pete. This is his son, Andy.

Kid was supposed to be here a couple of days ago.

Guess I'll have to write him off as a no -show.

Well, in that case, and since Marsh has been delayed in going to the village,

how about helping me out with the Ark Alliance?

The Ark Alliance.

All right, you got yourself a deal.

Hi, Bart.

Hey, where you off to?

Oh, I, uh... Got a date.

With some lions.

Hey, listen, if this young Andy Booster shows up, give him a rain check, okay?

Mm -hmm.

Bart Jason?

This looks like him.

Yeah, Andy Booster?

Right.

Welcome. Good to see you. How you been?

Okay.

This is Paula Tracy and Mike McCool. Hi. Hello.

Mike? Hi.

Sorry about being so late, but, well, it's a long story.

How soon do we get going on the safari?

Right now.

Well, how about lunch first?

Those are the nicest words I've heard all day.

Great.

Well, I'm sorry, old buddy. I guess you'll have to wait for Marsh. It'll be

late. I guess that wipes out my whole study project.

Well, I'll buy you a cup of tea.

You

know,

if I'd known there was such a pretty girl here, I'd have arrived much sooner.

Well, thank you.

Why don't you stay and rest for a while before you start on your safari?

I'm afraid that's impossible.

I have a mission, a commitment with Bart.

Andy, your cable never specified your destination.

I'm going to leave that up to you, Bart.

I want to visit the most rugged, primitive country you've got.

Your first trip to the bush?

You don't know what it's like out there.

Well, I'll find out, won't I?

I want to face all the hardships, all the dangers any African might run into.

Even wild animals?

Sure.

I want to learn to live with them.

Are you sure you don't want to kill them?

What, with this pea shooter? Are you kidding?

No, this is to protect me from the only species that kills its own kind.

Man.

Look.

I'm among friends.

Well, how would you like to encounter a fierce pride of lions?

I'd like that very much. Where are they?

At the Northwest Waterhole, a very remote and forbidding sector.

That's too rough out there. I don't think you could take it.

Oh, well, suppose we find out.

Andy, let me level with you.

I want to go on a field trip, but I can't go alone.

So if you and Bart will go with me, the study center will provide transportation

and supplies gratis.

Hey, I'll skip my fees.

Hey, I can't let you guys do this.

I'm supposed to be a paying customer, not a freeloader.

Well, Mike can use your help. And I'm sure he's grateful that you're not

to be paid for your time.

Okay.

Besides, I can use that money.

Really use it where it counts.

This will be your East Coast fever shot.

Hey.

Hey, I thought I had all the shots I needed when I left San Francisco.

I feel like I ran into the porcupine.

Possible.

No, East Coast fever is prevalent in the area you're going to be traveling in.

You're going to need this one.

Here, those for me, too. Ah.

That's a hypodart.

We shoot them out of dart rifles.

They're to tranquilize the animals.

But Bart carries a regular hunting rifle.

Oh, sure. You see, I use it to shoot around the animals, Andy. Not at them.

Hey, my father said you were a real sharpshooter.

How about giving me some pointers?

Why not?

As soon as I load your tent, we'll roll.

Come on, Bart. Stop treating me like a tourist.

You mean you're willing to rough it like Mike and I?

Absolutely. All right.

See you later. Right.

Well, I guess that just about does it.

Oh, there is one other thing.

Malaria. Very dangerous. This is a mosquito repellent. Use it.

Yes, ma 'am.

Tell me something, Andy.

Why is it that when young men come to Africa, they're looking for kicks,

excitement in the wilderness?

You think I'm out to prove something, don't you?

Well, maybe.

Well, I'm not out looking for kicks or excitement or whatever.

What I'm here for, Paula, is just to get closer to the simple things of life.

To really come to grips with truth.

I want to get involved in something real and get away from the artificiality of

places like San Francisco.

San Francisco?

That's a very exciting city.

Fabulous restaurants, beautiful dress shops.

Paula, there's nothing about San Francisco that interests me. Well, Andy,

do you care about?

The dignity of man.

Well, what about the dignity of woman?

Yeah, sure, the whole human race.

And the animals?

Well, I hope I'll learn about animals on the safari. It's pretty important that

I do.

I love you.

Come on, Judy.

Looks like a convention of lions was here.

The problem is, which way did they go?

Maybe they crossed the lake.

Lions swimming?

The alkalines break all the rules. Every time I observe them, they teach me

something new.

Hey, they didn't swim this time.

They went on the north.

How about that?

You're right.

Only these aren't lion tracks.

There will be these tracks.

Which means the lions will follow if they want supper tonight.

So you did a good job anyway.

Beginner's luck.

Let's say we came across the river. Okay.

Let's go, Judy.

Do you like my biscuits, Judy?

Here.

Thank you.

Why don't you guys pack groceries instead of just picking up a rifle and

shooting something?

Oh, because this is a no -kill area. If we want to bring an animal down for

treatment. We use a dart rifle.

You ever handle a rifle before, Andy?

No.

Well, nothing this powerful.

You know, just little target guns at carnivals, skeet shooting, my dad's

How do you keep your eye in shape?

Whenever I get the urge, I let go at something.

Like those...

pods in the tree up there.

Andy, now what did you pull a crazy stunt like that for?

Could stir up any animals within range.

But there aren't any animals around.

There are now.

Lions.

They attack us?

Ordinarily not, but this is a strange pride. There's no telling what they're

capable of.

I, uh, I think we can relax now, Mike.

They don't look too disturbed.

Let's set up the camera.

Come on, Judy. Help me put out the fire.

Mike, let me help you, please.

You almost helped by driving those lions away.

They've been zebra or water buffalo. You could have started a stampede.

There's nothing more frightening to animals than the sound of gunfire.

Yeah, I wasn't thinking.

Andy, if you want to survive out here, you better start thinking.

This is a very special pride.

Would you get the tripod, please?

What's so special about them?

Well, for one thing, they're a collection of rejects.

Rejects? What, like outcasts, outlaws?

No, they're just a group of young lions who decided to break away from their

elders. And they got away with it?

Beautiful. Apparently so.

We took up with some lionesses who had no mates.

We were later joined by older lions who were not wanted by their own prides.

A company of misfits.

Fantastic.

Somehow that band of strangers learned to live together.

There's two bad people can't do as well.

Perhaps now you see the purpose of our compound and our animal studies.

We're trying to learn from the animals.

Let's go.

Hey, Andy, give me a hand.

Come on to you. Let's go They

drink

yeah

Most of my clients come out here with screwball notions about lions spending

their time trying to find humans for their dinner menus.

But they do kill men.

No, only when men bug them, or they get between them and their young.

They have their own structured society.

They came out to this territory to...

Set up housekeeping because there's a good supply of water, ample game for

plenty of trees for shade.

This is a perfect animal community.

Hey,

Bart.

Remember my old friend, the Sentinel?

Yeah. You showed me pictures on him.

Well, he's back.

The old Sentinel? He's got a name?

Yeah, so we name all our animals specifically for purposes of

our studies.

We call him the old sentinel because he patrols the outer perimeter.

He walks guard duty.

Sentry duty?

You make it sound like an army.

I mean, who's going to attack lions?

Well, uh, other lions who might want his territory.

Or a herd of elephants who want the water hole in the grass for their own

survival. Are you telling me that the jungle's divided into opposing factions?

Just like the rest of the world?

No.

Lions fight only for survival, not for political advantage.

Now, you see, there's a juvenile.

I'll call him Junior.

He's getting ready to leave his pride.

If he feels he's got enough muscle to make it on his own, the old man will let

him go.

The way it is with me.

Not always.

No, Andy, you're right.

When I was, uh...

I was 17.

Told my old man I wanted to be a professional hunter.

He shoved a gun in my hand and said, okay, kid, let's find out how much of a

you really are.

What happened?

Brokeness.

I went broke, starved, got sick.

I hated to do it, but I had to push the panic button.

Asked the old man to bail me out.

I bet he was pretty burned up.

Yeah.

After all, I was the one who got clobbered.

He just told me I better be ready the next time I left home.

Were you?

Yeah.

He gave me one piece of parting advice.

It's all right to make a mistake once.

But don't ever make it twice or you'll wake up dead some morning.

Did you follow his advice?

Hey, I'm still here, huh?

Hey.

Junior's getting ready to leave his pride.

Beats me. I've never seen anything like it before. Have you, Bart? No, I guess

it's always the first time.

But that's not right.

I mean, Junior wants his freedom. That old tyrant keeps him a prisoner. What

kind of a society is that?

Well, apparently the old Sentinel feels he's right.

Yeah.

And might makes right, huh?

Brute force is all that counts.

Man, there's no justice anywhere.

As far as Tracy, it was narrow.

It's the mayor calling Mike McCullough. Do you read? Over.

I read you, Marsh.

How are things going with the sleeping sickness outbreak?

Oh, fine, Mike.

No bad effects on the drugs at all. Everything's just fine.

How are your prized lions doing?

Oh, Marsh, you wouldn't believe it. The old sentinel would not let a young lion

leave the pride.

Really? Any reason?

No. The young lion, I call him Junior, is a healthy enough specimen.

But the old Sentinel just would not let him leave.

Well, that sounds like one for the books.

Why don't you come and see for yourself?

I can't today, Mike.

I have to run some blood tests here and send the results into the health office

at Nagoro.

Now, this is your project.

Good luck.

Now, suppose I was a poacher.

I've got your loaded rifle.

All you've got's your knife.

Huh?

What are you trying to prove?

Oh, survival against human predators.

Survival.

Try that again, you're dead.

Bert, that was beautiful.

Now look,

I'm sorry I was so rough on you, but I meant what I said.

It's okay.

That's just what I came here to learn.

Hey, you suppose you could use judo skills on an animal?

What kind of an animal? An elephant? A rhinoceros?

You must be kidding.

Well, it works so well on men. Why not on animals?

You, uh... You mean like an ape?

Yeah.

Mike, suppose Judy and I arm wrestle.

Bart, you know Judy's a lover, not a fighter. Come on, one time.

All right.

Judy, come on.

Come on, Jimmy.

Bart won't hurt you.

She's not worried about that. In fact, it may be the other way around.

You see, she may be smaller than he is, but she's about four times as strong.

Come on, Mike. You're putting me on. No, I'm not putting you on. She will put

Bart down.

Would you care to wager on that?

Uh, it's a sure thing, but why not?

Loser makes breakfast.

I hope you're a good cook.

All right, Judy.

Shake hands.

And may the best creature... Now, wait a minute. What's this creature bit, huh?

May the best fighter win.

Come on, push it.

Kiss my pride.

No, no, that's all right, Judy. You just followed your natural instincts.

Well, Andy, what do you think about your idea now?

Judy, congratulations.

Enough. Okay, Judy, I acknowledge your superior strength.

Hey, Barton, imagine a whole army of Judys.

Well, that would be the craziest war in history.

Here. You ever fought in a war, Bart?

I'm a hunter, not a soldier.

Yeah, but you worked for the army, didn't you, in Nagoro?

Training troops in jungle survival?

Yeah, how did you know?

My father told me.

Tell me, did you have to teach Africans about their own jungles?

Andy, all Africans do not live in the bush.

I was raised in a village where I went to school and the university in the city

of Nagoro.

Yeah, I gotta tell you, I took hundreds of soft civilians like Mike and made

tough jungle fighters out of them.

Did you teach me?

Yeah, now, wait a minute. I thought you were here on a pleasure trip.

What's all this jazz about guerrilla warfare?

Yeah, just why do you want to know about jungle fighting?

No, I want to learn about jungle survival.

Now, to live off the land if I had to, the way you guys can.

Look, I want to come back here in about a year, maybe go out on a safari on my

own. You think I could hack it?

Well, these are not skills you learn overnight.

I know. It takes experience.

But I'll work at it, I promise you.

You're an odd one.

I'll tell you what.

You help me photograph the lions tomorrow, and I'll have Bart make a

expert out of you. Or at least a semi -expert.

All right, Andy.

You want to learn how to survive?

It's up to you what kind of shape you're in. Come on, let's find out. Fifty push

-ups before dinner.

Come on.

Hey, old Junior looks like he really wants out today.

Yeah, but the old Sentinel still won't let him.

Andy, where do you think you're going?

I won't let that old bully stand in Junior's way anymore.

So you want to tranquilize Sentinel so Junior can get away?

I'm not going to sit on the sidelines when there's that kind of an injustice

the world.

It's their world, not yours.

As long as I live on this earth, it's my world, too.

We came here to study the lions, Andy, not to get involved in their lives or

change things we don't understand.

You know, that's the trouble with passive men.

You'd rather be a spectator. You're scared to death of an honest commitment.

We never interfere with nature at work.

So that young lion's going to be held captive by his elders.

Andy, what are you so bugged about a couple of lions for?

Bart, that young lion, he's me.

You? Yeah.

That young rebel of a lion and I, we want the same thing out of life.

We want to be free.

I see.

And Sentinel, he reminds you of your old man, huh?

Andy, what are you trying to get away from?

Bart, I'm getting away from, uh...

A white -collar existence that was slowly strangling me.

Your old man's a great guy.

One of the most successful builders in San Francisco.

He'd give you anything you wanted.

Anything. Anything.

But my freedom.

What kind of freedom do you really want?

The freedom to live my own life my own way.

But living in San Francisco, a good job.

What more could you want?

A good job.

Designing apartment houses.

Prison barracks for the middle class?

Porn houses, prison barracks.

Apparently one of us has to be mixed up.

Do you live boxed in in an apartment?

Do you play dodge them on the freeways every day?

Do you wallow in the poisoned air and the racket of a big city?

Bart, out here, you've got it.

You've got it. You've got real freedom.

Yeah.

Yeah, I also got the freedom to start.

So no matter what your bag is, Andy, you've got to work for it.

Bart, you're a guy who likes action.

You're strong, you've got guts and brains.

How can you be satisfied being just a sightseeing guide?

Well, let's say I like it.

But there are more important missions in life.

Like what?

You know the province of Belanga?

And West Africa.

I used to take hunting supplies there a couple of years ago. What about it?

You know who Yako Mweru is?

The rebel leader.

I met him when he was a professor, a leader of the students at the university

there. He hasn't been in the newspapers lately. What's he up to these days?

Can I trust you?

Sure.

How about you, Mike?

Just look upon me as your family doctor. My lips are sealed.

How about you, Judy?

Can you keep a secret?

Mike, I'm serious. I'm really serious.

I'm sorry, Andy, but now I think I can guess why you wanted Bart to teach you

become a jungle commando.

You see yourself as a sort of Don Quixote Jr., ready to tilt at a couple

African windmills for muero.

Isn't that so?

Where did you meet this rebel leader?

I met him last summer at an international youth conference.

He talked to me.

He told me about his goals and about his revolution.

I volunteered to help him.

So he said, sure, sure, just hand over some of Papa's money, huh?

Uh -uh.

No, sir.

He said I should learn everything I could about Africa.

When I told him my father was a client of yours, he suggested that I learn

guerrilla warfare from you.

Maybe bring you in with me.

And you thought I would go along with something like that?

Look, the reason I was late for the safari was that I was in West Africa

Mweru.

He wants you to supervise the training of a company of students from Europe and

America. Sort of a French foreign legion.

Junior grade, huh?

Bart, these are disciples of Moirous from San Francisco, New York, London,

Paris, Berlin.

Intellectuals, professional men, university students.

We're calling the outfit the Blue Berets.

Frankly, Bart, we need somebody like you to lead us.

I'll lead you or hunt down game so you'd have a fresh supply of meat in the

bush. Come on, don't kid me. I'm way ahead of you.

Bart, don't you understand?

You'll be helping the oppressed people of Belanga to attain their freedom.

Look, Moira's prepared to make you a colonel in his revolutionary army.

Bart, please.

Give it some thought.

Bart, you could do something magnificent with your life.

Colonel Bart Jason, huh?

You know, Andy, my old man was in the U .S. Army for years.

Never made it higher than major.

And this Maru wants to start me off as a colonel?

Now, how do you explain that, Mike?

Oh, I don't know.

Chalk it up to inflation.

Is this some kind of joke?

Sorry, Andy.

No dice.

Look, Maru is prepared to pay you and pay you well, but he desperately needs

your skill and experience.

Me turn mercenary?

Now, come on, Andy.

What, are you afraid to fight?

Now, look, Andy, I'll fight for something I believe in.

But not for money.

Besides, I'm a guest on this continent.

Oh. So you're the kind of guy who looks the other way when his neighbor's house

is burning.

Now, look, man.

I don't let houses burn or set them or countries on fire.

And that fancy blue beret of yours has no hunting license.

Mike.

Mike, as an African, surely you understand freedom better than Bart,

always had it and takes it all for granted.

Possibly. But I'm not ready for Muero's brand of freedom.

Who knows? It's possible that once he's in office, he could prove to be more

tyrannical than the present government.

You see, what I want right now is to get back to camp, reload my camera, and

have somebody make lunch.

Okay, okay.

Better go down to the lake and get some water.

Hey, Mike, wait up.

Here, Judy.

Come on.

And this time he's going to make it.

Why not?

Sorry,

Judy, but Junior's got to have some help.

I may have failed with Mike and Bart, but I'm not going to let Junior down.

Andy, you in trouble?

We heard a shot.

No cause for alarm, old buddy.

Did you dart the Sentinel?

Pretty good shot, huh?

Were you so anxious for a live target that you had to pick on that old boy?

Look, I had a reason.

At last, Junior's free.

And what about the Sentinel?

So he's having a nice little snooze.

Ed, well, it may be a permanent snooze. Now it's going to take an antidote to

bring him back to consciousness.

I didn't know about that, honest.

Oh, the perfect cop -out, huh?

Look, I didn't have anything personal against the lion.

And don't tell me that.

He reminded you of your old man.

Look, have you got the antidote? Yes.

Let me give it to him. No, you wouldn't know how. Besides, you've done enough

damage for one day. Look, the lion will recover, so there's no harm done.

You think not?

Our patient has visitors.

Are they going to attack us?

You just shot their friend.

What do you think?

I think maybe we ought to get out of here.

But before we save the old Sentinel...

Is

he still alive, Mike? We reached him just in time.

He's okay.

Yeah, he'll pull through, all right.

Five more minutes.

Fluids would have filled his lungs and he would have been dead.

Mike, I'm sorry. I didn't realize that... That you were interfering in

you had no right?

You wanted action?

You got plenty of it when you spooked those cats.

It paid off in the worst way.

Who invited you to play God and mess into the affairs of these lions?

I just did what I thought was best.

Best?

And what right do you, a stranger, have to plot the overthrow of a legitimate

African government?

Bart, it's not a just government.

Let the people decide that.

Mike, how's it going?

He'll be coming around soon.

We better get out of here. When he opens his eyes, there's going to be one angry

cat. All right, look, you guys cut out. I'll cover you.

What do you mean?

It's Junior. We've got to catch him and get him back to the compound.

But I set him free.

Andy, suppose something's medically wrong with him. Then he's free prey to a

pack of wild dogs, a hundred other things.

There had to be a reason why the Sentinel would not let him leave,

custom. I want Marsh to examine him.

Can I come with you?

No. I want you to stay here and guard duty.

Don't want any lions chewing her up.

Bart and I can handle the hunt.

Okay?

Judy?

Judy, do you know what I've done?

I've really messed things up.

You know, I hope Junior has enough sense to go back home.

Suppose you try that foothill area over there.

I'll head for the brush.

Okay, I'll let you spot him.

Right.

I just can't sit around like this.

Hey.

Hey, will you help me find Junior?

Okay,

Judy.

Let's go find him then, huh?

Let us walk like men but strike like lions.

Come on, Judy.

I want you in if you're on time.

How bad is it?

I'll make it.

You know, things could have been worse.

How?

Instead of hitting Junior, you could have shot me.

yours, Judy?

How's Junior today?

That was the good thing Mike brought him in when he did.

Dad was able to remove a tumor while it was still on surly stage.

Mike insisted there had to be a reason why Sentinel wouldn't let him leave the

pride.

Junior had gotten sick and went on his own. There would have been nobody to

protect him.

Yeah, well, now that he's better, he can return to the bush.

Back to the pride?

Why not?

He's old enough to lead his own life.

Yeah, but will the old Sentinel let him?

Sure.

He'll sense the Junior's well enough to take care of himself.

You know, Bart, I still feel rotten about your leg.

Hey, look, don't. That was my fault. I walked right into it. Which goes to

you can spend a lot of years in the bush and still make mistakes.

Andy, what are you going to do now?

Go back to San Francisco?

I suppose so.

I guess I've messed things up enough around here.

Bart's leg and I've ruined Mike's camera safari.

Oh, I don't think so.

In fact, Mike's with Dad right now photographing some lions.

Good.

I learned one thing, though.

I guess I'm just not cut out to be a jungle commando.

Andy, you really care about the African people, don't you?

I was ready to fight for them.

But now, I guess that's not the best way to help.

Besides, I couldn't qualify as a water boy on a combat team.

But you could do other things.

Marsh was telling me about the Minister of Housing in Nagoro.

He needs someone like you to help plan modern, low -cost housing for the

villages. Good place to sleep, good job.

That's what the natives really want.

Well, you think the housing minister would take me?

He's a very good friend of Dad's.

You kidding? With a background like yours? He'd grab you up in a minute.

Sure he would.

How about it?

Low -cost housing.

Now, look, Annie. You can do more good with one drafting pencil than you can a

dozen rifles.

I hope so, Bart.

I'm going to try it.

So long.

Thanks. Hanging.

Paula? Good luck.

Uh, Judy?

I don't think I need this anymore.

Hey, Andy, we'll radio ahead and tell him you're coming.

Great. Come on, Judy.

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