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Who is your secret service, Miss Summers?

Oh, I'm afraid he's not in right now.

And the name is Horn, not Horny. The E's are silent.

Mask is calling, please.

Mr. Allen, the bank.

Uh, uh,

uh, Mr. Allen, uh, uh, I mean, uh, we know that the account is overdrawn. Uh,

fact... Mr. Horn is on his way right now to the bank with a big deposit.

He should be there any moment. Mr. Allen.

You mean you're not calling about the account?

An assignment.

You want Mr. Horn to handle an investigation for the bank?

Yes. Yes.

Yes, sir, Mr. Allen.

I'll have him at your office by two.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Goodbye, sir.

Sir. Mind I ask what was the purpose of this mysterious message?

Tammy, he wants us to

handle an assignment.

You mean the bank wants me? Yes, you. I mean us to handle... Yes, you, us, yes.

The Bank of the Wabash, Indiana's greatest financial institution, wants

Ooh, hey, this calls for a celebration.

Ooh!

Um, um, down, down, down, down.

Not now, not now. There isn't time. We must be in his office at 2.

Oh, great balls of fire. It's 1 .25. We'll be late.

What's this wee stuff, girl? You run the office, I contact the client to solve

the cases?

You're the inside man and I'm the outside man. Remember?

Okay, Sherlock.

If I don't go, you'll stay the outside man.

In fact, you may never get inside again.

We better get going.

What an imposing edifice. Well, there's something solid about this institution

that's downright inspiring.

Of course, Mr. Miranda.

We understand perfectly.

And I'm sure that you can understand that we can't let you have one day more.

Ah, 2 p .m.

Punctuality is a virtue so many young people lack in these trying times.

But I'm happy to see... that you mr horn and miss summers believe as i do that

time is money so much for the pleasantries now to business let me

the bank has summoned a private investigator does the name gregory

anything to either of you how

fleeting is fame gregory matthews was a millionaire industrialist one of

Indiana's foremost citizens.

He was a widely known naturalist, zoologist, and conservationist, one of

founders of the Indianapolis Zoo, and an officer of the United States

Geographical Society.

He was a handsome, dashing, brave, thrifty, clean man, and married

to a beautiful and cultured woman.

Fifteen years ago, he and his wife, Margaret, financed and led an expedition

into africa for the geographical society they left indianapolis in january and

journeyed deep into the dark country gregory and margaret were the parents of

five -year -old child a beautiful little girl with long blonde hair their only

offspring her name was princess and the matthews had taken her along on the

safari

The party had ventured far into the interior, penetrating areas no civilized

human had ever beheld. Danger lurked at every turn.

As I mentioned previously, Mr. Matthews was a zoologist of some note. It was in

this capacity that he headed the expedition.

It was his intention to research the legend of the great white gorilla

known to the natives as Nabucco.

And, if possible, capture a specimen and return with it and donate it to the

Indianapolis Zoo.

The party was in the territory of the fierce and savage Meshpoka tribe,

the most feared humans in all Africa.

Gregory and Margaret Matthews were slain by the heathen tribesmen.

Their deaths... And Christian burials were reported by the renowned and

respected commissioner of the colony, Mr. Colin Carruthers Carstairs.

Although we have indisputable proof of the death of Gregory and Margaret

Matthews, no trace of the child Prentiss was ever found.

That an unattended child could survive in that terrifying jungle is

unbelievable.

What? then became Apprentice Matthews?

Hopefully, you will find the answer to that question.

The bank is sending you to Africa.

Africa? Yes!

We must know if Apprentice Matthews is dead or if somehow she survived.

If the latter is indeed a miraculous fact, the girl would be 21 years old

month. She would also be the principal inheritor of the Matthews estate.

which under the trusteeship of this bank these past 15 years has grown to a net

worth of approximately $21 million.

$21 million?

I assume you will accept the assignment.

I accept the assignment. Yes, yes. I mean, we accept the assignment.

I was hoping you would. The bank has made all your travel reservations.

You will leave a week from today.

We will pay all your expenses plus a fee of $10 ,000.

$10 ,000?

Yes. We will even cover the overdraft in your account, deducting the amount from

your fee, of course.

Upon your arrival in Africa, you will immediately contact the commissioner,

Colin Carruthers Koshted, who will make all the necessary arrangements and give

you all the information gathered by previous search parties.

Is anyone else going besides Saltery? I mean, Miss Somers and me? I was coming

to that. Yes.

Accompanying you will be Max Matthews and his lovely wife, Doris.

Max is a young cousin of the late Gregory Matthews. I might add that if

is not found or proven dead, Max and his wife will inherit the bulk of the

estate. Hmm.

Then it might be to Max's advantage if Prentiss not be found.

You think like a detective.

Also accompanying you on the expedition will be a distinguished member of the

Fourth Estate and my very good friend, Miss Tender Lee, the syndicated writer

for the Cole Newspaper Group.

Why a reporter on a search party, Mr. Allen?

Three reasons.

One way or the other, the bank must settle the Matthews estate this year.

Miss Lee will be a most worthy witness that we have done everything possible to

make certain the money goes to the proper party. She will so inform the

public in her widely distributed columns of our efforts.

Secondly, Miss Lee is a close personal friend.

Finally, Colonel Cole, her employer, is a large depositor in the bank, and he

wants an exclusive story for his newspaper.

Anyone else?

Only one more in your party, and that is Mr. Stanley Livingston, the noted

zoologist. Mr. Livingston wishes to further the research begun by Gregory

Matthews relating to the great white gorilla Nabucco.

Mr. Livingston's expenses are being borne by the Geographical Society.

And although he will be a member of your party, he is acting quite

independently.

I think that about covers everything.

Here is all the information.

Study it thoroughly. Report to me by cable as soon as you have any relative

information. And now, I bid you both godspeed, good

luck, and...

Goodbye.

God, Sophie, put that damn book down and kiss me.

Kiss you?

Why, Mr. Horne, I should even be in bed with you. With that $10 ,000 fee,

Hoosier Secret Service is going to be in pretty good shape.

We could afford to get married.

Oh, Hammy!

You mean it?

Sure I mean it. We're a good team. Why not go the whole route?

Oh, Hammy.

it down. Don't go in just because I asked you to marry me.

Oh, Hammy, if you've still got that bone, I know you can bury

it. Oh, that's the best idea you've had all night.

But first, why don't you come blow your horn?

this love -making.

We've got to talk about this stupid search for our dear departed cousin

Prentice.

Cousin Prentice has been dead for 15 years.

Eaten by the animals or slain by the natives also.

But what if she isn't dead?

What if by some miracle this detective finds her alive?

Well then, dear Max, it is up to you and me

to see that he does not bring her back alive.

You mean?

I mean the Matthews' money is ours.

And nothing or no one is preventing our getting it. And that includes

detectives, little lost cousins, and the Bank of the Warbash.

That terminates this discussion.

Now, as the masochist said to the madam in the whorehouse,

take me to your beater.

That detective may be an idiot, but Mr. William Allen of the Bank is a man not

easily fooled.

We cannot overplay our hand.

Oh, I've got such a cramp in my foot.

Oh, I'll take care of it.

Oh, you know I can't stand to be tickled.

You cannot.

Stop it.

Oh, tender, stop it.

My little candor, you are the greatest in the land.

You are a master.

Now, it would be mistress of the French arts.

Oh, Billy, I'm going to miss you so much.

I almost wish I didn't have to go on that African wild goose chase.

What? After all the plans I've made to ensure your presence at what could be

greatest newspaper scoop of the decade?

Billy, baby, you don't really expect that creep horny.

Is that really his name?

Fine, Prentice Matthews, do you?

Frankly, no.

But we must leave no stone unturned before we award the money to the slimy

or his equally unsavory wife, Doris.

What better witness of our efforts than the widely known and avidly read Miss

Tenderly?

Let us cram the next eight weeks we shall be apart into one grand and

evening of lust and passion.

Billy, you dialogue strictly out of a nudie movie.

Surprise.

But I love you.

Oh, yes. I love the look of you. Yes. The feel of you.

Yes. The smell of you. Yes.

Yes. And taste you here.

Well, then look at me.

And feel me. And taste me, you fool.

But we'd better hurry. I promised my wife I'd be home by eleven.

Stanley.

It's way past your bedtime.

Stanley,

please come to bed.

Yes, Daddy.

Come to bed.

You're tired.

In a few minutes, darlings. I've almost finished my notes.

Stanley, you'll have eight whole weeks in Africa to study those gorillas.

If you don't come to bed right now, we just may not be here when you get back.

Daddy, you need your rest.

Stanley.

What's more important, those gorillas or us?

Sharon, I've asked you a thousand times, please stop calling me Daddy.

What would people think if they overheard that?

and a dozen expeditions have ventured into and returned from the land of the

Meshpokos. The result was always the same.

Not a trace.

And I've told you everything that is known about this mysterious case.

If you pardon my saying so, I think you've come on a fool's errand.

Forgive me, Mr. and Mrs. Matthews, for being so blunt.

I can understand the grief at the death of a kinswoman.

Accordingly, Miss Lee, there really isn't any news story, is there?

And finally, Mr. Livingstone, although Gregory Matthews, before his demise,

reported citing Nabucco, the great white gorilla, no native or explorer

has since seen the creature or any of his rare species.

No, I'm afraid we must consider Nabucco like the unicorn.

Oh, please don't get the impression that I'm not enthusiastic about the success

of your project.

As the Crown's Commissioner for this territory, I extend you all a most

welcome. Most hearty.

I cannot prevent you from journeying into the land of the Meshpokas, but can

only warn you that it is most dangerous.

And should you encounter any of the tribe, We would be unable to render you

assistance. We understand, Commissioner.

Now about this guide you recommend.

Mr... Kenya Adler.

Yes, Adler knows more about the mesh poker territory than any white man

I really don't know if you can get him, however.

He's been sort of retired for several years.

Where can I reach him?

Probably at his club. He spends most of his time there since his retirement.

Is that the Hunter's Club, Commissioner?

Yes, that's it. The Kenya Adler's Hunter's Club.

guide and hunter?

That's me.

I'll overlook the show because you're drunk, but I think you owe Mr. Adler an

apology for that remark.

I must warn you, I'm a karate expert.

There are wild beasts hereabouts, so watch your step.

I see what you mean.

I must have blown my mind.

I could be by the club pool right now enjoying a tall, cool drink.

And where am I?

In the middle of this stinking, steaming jungle.

And who do we have for a guide?

A drunken old bum that can't even find his way home from the corner bar.

Oh, Max, you are a damn genius getting us into this.

Shut your bloody mouth before I belt you one.

Don't you sweet -talk me, Max.

Honestly, aren't we fortunate to be part of this incredible adventure?

Oh, fuck off, Buster!

Shit!

Mercy, he's so violent.

We'll camp here for the night.

Hey,

there's water.

I can have one less bath before I die.

Hold it, Tender.

There may be crocodiles or something in there. You could be eating up a lie.

Is that something new?

Wait for me. I'm coming too.

Jane, tender, don't. It's dangerous.

All right, girls. Now, don't be foolish.

Just let me ask Adler if it's okay. Ask Adler my ass. What would he know about

it anyway?

It's obvious he never drank any water and he smells like he never bathed in

All right, all right.

I'll go along and watch out for you.

What are you, Horn?

A paint freak?

Run, you son of a bitch!

I'll get you next time.

You know, I think I'd like a piece for that little detective girl.

Hmm.

Very nice, darling.

But personally, I prefer the newspaper woman.

It's one of the reasons I love you, dearest.

We never fight over the same woman.

You know, there's something weird about Doris and Max.

I don't know.

I didn't particularly notice they...

Seemed like a typical, well -adjusted, happily married American couple to me.

Nabucco, watchman in all Africa, hasn't heard of him.

Then you think there could be some truth to the legend?

Liverston, I've seen too much out here in the past 25 years.

If there wasn't some basis in fact, there wouldn't be any legend.

Cressy returned from an expedition into the land of the Meshpokas two years ago,

and he claimed to have actually seen Algona while he was out there.

Seen who?

Algona, the beautiful young white goddess, legendary empress of the

Meshpokas.

You're putting me on.

Mr. Horn, I have no intention whatsoever of putting you on or down.

I was merely relating to Mr. Livingston one of the many tales of the jungle.

Some of them, perhaps, pure myth.

Some, perhaps, gospel.

As the noble bard did say, there are more things in heaven and earth,

than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

Hamlet, act one.

Scene 5.

I'm sorry, Mr. Adler. Please go on.

She is reputed to be a living deity.

The absolute ruler of the Meshpokas, most savage tribe in all Africa.

How old is she supposed to be?

Young. Perhaps in her early 20s or possibly her late teens.

Her existence was first reported five years ago.

Pardon me, but I didn't hear the beginning of your story.

Of whom are you speaking?

We were discussing the narrative of Algona, white goddess of the Meshpokas,

Matthews. Do you think such a person really exists?

Mr. Adler says one explorer reported actually having seen the young woman.

You said she was in her early twenties?

Max, you don't think it could be.

Now, I suggest we all get some rest and have something to eat.

It's a long trek tomorrow.

Oh, Miss Lee, would you like some of my powder?

What? My foot powder.

Well, you know you ain't supposed to swallow the seeds.

I ain't never ate none of this shit before.

Say, man, are you supposed to eat the peak part?

This is the biggest plumber grandma I've ever seen.

I say, Kenya, have you ever seen an African dick dick?

Will you repeat that, please?

I say, have you ever seen an African dick dick?

Oh, yes, yes.

think it was that funny.

Horny. Is that really his name?

All right, Max.

Now we're alone and we can talk.

Could there possibly be any truth to that wild tale about a young white

I suppose so.

Do you also suppose that it could be our long -lost lamented cousin, Francis?

If there's a white goddess, it's a possibility.

So what are we going to do about it?

When the time comes, we'll think of something.

But now it's time to talk of romance.

Here we are.

You, me, man and woman

in this vestal vastness.

What a perfect setting to display our violent love madness.

Come, my dear. Let me disrobe so we can try out our new riding crop.

Oh, Max.

Your silver tongue would drive a girl right up the wall.

But not tonight, Josephine.

I'm going off on my own little big game hunt, and I have my gun sight set on the

lady of the press.

And what am I supposed to do while you pursue your sapphic pleasures?

Read a dirty book?

Why, darling, weren't you going to take a shot at Miss Summers?

Just think of the many things you could teach her.

Well, if she sleeps with that Claude Horn, I'm sure she's a virgin to many of

life's little pleasures.

But what if Summers has already bedded down with Horn?

Aw, Max.

You sure have. darling.

And feeling that, your hand.

Hi, Sophie. Can I come in? Great balls of fire.

Don't you ever knock?

How do you knock at a tent?

Well, never mind.

Just get out of here.

I'm... I'm tired.

And I'm going to bed.

Oh, great. I'll join you. Oh, no, you don't.

We have certain proprieties to maintain, even out here in darkest Africa.

You're putting me out.

No.

Putting you out.

Okay.

I just thought we might sort of discuss the case, but I guess it can wait.

Tammy. Yeah?

Let's discuss.

The case.

Sit down, sit down.

None of that now.

Excuse me.

I'm just letting you stay here long enough to discuss the case.

Oh, yes, the case.

Did you notice Doris and Max seemed a little upset over Adler's tale of the

young white goddess?

Uh, no.

Why should I tell them? How old did Adler say the white goddess was?

Uh...

In her early 20s. And how old would Princess Matthews be, assuming she's

alive?

Hammy, you mean... I mean that if there is a young white goddess in her early

20s, it could be Princess Matthews. Well, you've seen those old jungle

the late show.

The little lost girl always grows up to become the white princess.

Oh, Hammy.

Of course, it's Princess. It's got to be. Well, we haven't actually found her

yet.

I know we will.

on you, rapist?

Oh, see, what did I do?

You know damn well what you did.

You, me, you sneaky heel.

And we were just going to discuss the case.

What would the others think?

They'd think you were a very lucky girl.

You are a cocky bastard.

True, true.

The instant it occurred to me that Algona could be the long -lost Prentice

Matthews, I happened

to write that

note and don't.

Obviously, the same thought had just occurred to them.

Ginger?

Who is it?

Doris Matthews. May I come in?

Sure, come on in, Doris.

Kind of late for a social call, isn't it?

No, I thought you might be a little lonely and want some company. No, Doris,

was you that wanted something.

What is it?

Just to be friends.

After all, there are only three of us girls in this circus.

And Summers and I don't have much in common.

And what makes you think that you and I do?

Feminine intuition.

Oh, cut the snow job, Doris.

Hey, I just wanted you to like me.

I never met a dyke I didn't like.

Miss Lee, I underestimated you.

I'll leave. Oh, sit down, Doris.

I might be talked into playing a little scene, out of sheer boredom.

But, uh, bear me the one -liner.

Thank you, Tender.

I knew my vibrations were right.

You have a vibrator?

Of course, darling.

But we don't have any electricity out here.

Isn't there a place to plug it in?

I haven't tried this since I was in high school.

You don't know what you've been missing, darling.

Who's going to do what to whom?

As you like it.

Annie? Huh?

You wouldn't lie to me, would you?

The marriage manuals do say it's all right to do what I just did, don't they?

Salty, you make everything so hard for me.

I'll let you read the books yourself.

Okay.

What was that?

Somebody else getting his gun off. I'd better go see.

Mesh pokers. Did you get them?

Of course he did it.

That lush couldn't hit the broadside of a barn if he were inside it. Knock it

off, creep.

Adler's the only man who can get us out of this thing alive.

We're all here for a purpose, and you got more to gain than anyone else.

Or to lose.

Gentlemen, we'll have to stand watch for the rest of the night. I'll take the

first two hours.

Then you, Mr. Horn. Then you, Mr.

Livingston. Can you... I'd be honored if you'd just call me Hamilton.

Is that really his name?

Run,

you son of a bitch!

Tammy, would you like to get together and discuss the case some more tonight?

Huh?

If you wish, my dear.

Good morning.

I trust you slept well last night, Miss Lee?

You presume correctly, Dr. Livingston.

How did you and Miss Lee make out last night?

Don't try and clear my thing, Mac.

Come on, baby. I couldn't improve on you.

in time with the old waterhole.

Look at that stampede.

We've got to find a name for the club.

How about the Black Panthers?

Hey, man, them old

faves been out in the sun too long. Let's flip. You saw what happened to

yesterday.

You ain't just a whistling Dixie. When them Stokely chicks say they gonna eat

you up, it do not mean like in Hollywood.

Let's go. Amen.

Help me do something.

Stop them.

Don't hurt each other.

Well,

we better move on.

Hey, Kenya, the bears are gone.

Deserters, your union will hear of it.

But what has everything, huh? What does this mean? Where have they gone?

Where's the luggage?

Oh, my makeup outfit, my safari kit, my typewriter, my story! Matthew, please,

don't panic. Don't panic? Okay, Sonny, find my typewriter and my story, and I

won't panic!

Oh, Hammy, I'm scared.

It's all your fault, Adna, you idiot. I warned you, Matthews, keep a civil

tongue in your mouth. Oh, that he has.

It's highly civilized.

refrain from asking any further questions.

What was your name?

Me as I see us on the wheels, it's the exact same.

How are you, doctor?

Perhaps you know my personal physician in Indianapolis, Dr.

Morris?

We ain't all bad. We ain't all bad, baby.

Adler! Horne! Do something! Don't just stand there!

These savages are gonna kill us!

Matthew, calm yourself.

I know something of the Mishpoka customs.

They hold their captives three days and three nights.

Then what happened? Then they tortured them to death.

Slowly.

Virginia, the legend of Algona. It's true, it's true. There really is such a

person. Leaping lizards.

Yes, yes. And we have found her.

Jumping Jehoshaphat.

God, she's being midget. Shut up, Doris.

Oh, no.

Algona, Algona, a wonderful chick.

Algona!

Algona!

Algona!

Hey, she's something else, ain't she? Like, wah!

Really, Hamilton, if she were a nice girl, what would she be doing in a place

like this?

Miss Summers, please, don't do or say anything that might anger the goddess.

How do you do, sir?

Miss Algona?

My name is Kenya Adler.

Do you speak English?

I can hardly believe it.

Helgona, the White Goddess. She actually exists. When I report this, I'll be

reinstated in the Explorers Club with honors.

I still mean, of course, we will all get out of this alive and get

back.

Tammy, I'm so frightened.

You're frightened.

There, there, Miss Lee.

A tender, crying motel.

Everything's going to be all right.

We'll think of something.

Oh, Stanley.

I'm so sorry I messed it up.

Are you good?

Thank you.

Before you die.

No,

no! Why me, huh?

No!

Come on, fellas.

Elgona? Horn.

Elgona.

Oh, I think I'm going to enjoy learning your language.

Oh, Mr. Adler.

What have they done to him?

There, there, Miss Summers.

Hamilton's a brave man. I'm sure he can handle himself.

That's what he does best.

Handle himself.

Doris, you are a despicable bitch.

I was right about you from the beginning. From now on, it's a straight

narrow for me.

Would you repeat that, please?

I said to straighten that... Oh, you bitch.

Friends, please, we must not fight among ourselves.

Remember the words of the immortal Benjamin Franklin.

We must all hang together, or assuredly we will all be well hung separately.

Hear, hear.

Do you like to buy some dirty pictures of Nabucco? No, thank you.

Stingy bastard.

You're dying.

Oh, my God.

No,

no, you must do that.

Good, good. No, no, it's not nice.

Nice? Yes. You see, I'm engaged to a very lovely girl. I think you know her,

Miss Jane Somers. Girl?

Yes, girl.

You girl.

Algona girl?

Horn girl?

No, horn boy.

Algona girl?

Horn boy?

Good.

Oh, please, Algona. We'll both be sorry. I ask you, is one moment of ecstasy

worth a lifetime of shame?

No!

Yankee, you no go home. You die.

Forgive me, Salfry. I tried. Oh, God, how I tried.

Oh, no.

Like farewell.

Oh.

Oh, my darling.

What have they done to you?

I didn't tell them anything.

Noble soul.

Ah! No! No! Why me?

Oh, God!

Enjoy every moment, baby.

Algona.

Algona.

Doris.

Doris.

Algona.

Doris.

Yes, darling.

Me, Doris. You, Algona.

Good?

Oh, yes, my darling.

Very good.

Very good.

Doris, girl!

Every inch, sweetheart.

Shall we make ourselves comfortable?

Shall we get rid of this?

No.

Don't be upset, little one.

Doris will transport you through a sea of soft, sensual delight beyond your

wildest dreams.

No, Doris, girl, not boy.

Yes, sweetheart, Doris is girl.

But Doris, very unusual girl.

Doris, girl, know how to make other girl happy.

Girl, boy, good.

Girl, girl, no good.

I didn't know you white goddesses were so square.

Obviously, I underestimated Horn.

He straightened you right out.

Is there anything else?

I'm dismissed, Your Highness.

And I presume the fuzz is waiting to take me back to the guest house?

Oh, princess.

You ought to meet my husband, Max.

I don't know anything about that horn, but I'll pit Max against any man alive.

Well, I always wanted to play at the palace.

Yeah.

Nice kitty.

How are you, Prentice?

Why, you call me Prentice.

It's your name, isn't it?

I not hear that name in many moons.

Not since my mommy, daddy, went away.

You know my mommy, daddy?

Your daddy was my cousin.

Cousin? Yes, darling.

You're my very own cousin.

And I've come to take you back.

Back? Back where?

Home, to Indianapolis.

You're a very rich young lady.

Rich?

Mm -hmm.

You have a lot of money awaiting you at home.

I have a lot of money right here.

You?

You have a lot of money where?

I'll show you.

Prentice, this is gold.

Whose is it?

Money belonged to Meshpoka tribe.

Yes, yes, I know, but where does it come from?

Meshpoka's not on welfare. Hard -working, thrifty people.

Penny save, penny earn.

Prentice, this gold is worth at least $25 million.

Meshpokas make good investments.

Who's your broker, baby?

According to the legend, General Heinrich von Schweinschnitzel, the sixth

-ranking Nazi, managed to escape with a chest of gold containing at least $25

million. And supposedly he managed to get to Africa?

Yes, that was in 1945.

Then he disappeared. And neither he nor the gold was ever found?

Who else knows about the Mishpoka treasure?

Only the Mishpoka and me.

And now, me, of course.

But you won't tell anyone.

How can you be sure?

Because, Mother, you die.

Why, you little...

Max and Algona must have a lot in common.

About eight inches.

I've hung up before, but this is ridiculous.

Who said plates were sex symbols?

Hey, man, cut that out!

Hey, man, cut that out!

Help!

Somebody, please help! Get me out of here!

What have you done with Mr. Matthews?

You see soon. You weren't, girl.

Not that it's any of your affair.

But I happen to be.

Why?

Horns stay.

Others go except Max.

Oh! You really have hot pants, you little tramp.

Two men she wants.

Horn only.

Max die.

Any man would after three rounds in your ring.

Or in mine.

Over my dead body. Is that okay, too?

Oh, I'll tear your blonde hair out by stock roots, bitch.

You'd die.

I'd be glad to get rid of old bag like you.

You're a creature from hell. No, from Indianapolis.

Pregnant? We found you at last.

You come down from there before you hurt yourself.

You probably saved my being killed by this beautiful little Heiden.

Colin Carruthers Carstairs.

Colin Carruthers Carstairs.

Colin Carruthers Carstairs.

Not really.

Herr General Heinrich von Schweinsitzel.

Huh? And now, if you'll excuse me, I do hate to leave all this money behind, but

fortunately there is more in Argentina where I will shortly be joining my

comrades. Give it!

For saving Meshpoka treasure, you and you are free.

You go now. Never again come here. Next time, not get off so easy.

But what about... Thank you, Algona. We will respect

your wishes.

Come on, Max.

I'll get a Pulitzer for this story.

Yeah. Wow.

The Matthews heiress is alive and she's a jungle goddess.

General Von Schweinsten saw masquerading as a British commissioner and a monkey

for 25 years. Oh, that Nazi gold. Wow.

Only the Nabucco legend wasn't true.

She's a devil, that's what she is.

Oh, Hammy.

Hammy, how could she do this to us?

Oh, God.

Savage, he missed me a mile.