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Max: 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 'em, which ain't easy,

'cause when they met, it was murder.

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 1,500 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 chili dog at Pink's.

Man: 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's last hope.

No bank would keep them going.

I could have gutted the factories

and reaped millions in tax benefits.

It was Hart Industries, sir.

No!

It's empty.

It's a .308 caliber

and a 3 to 10 power variable scope.

No, thank you, sir.

No, I meant put it back.

So, Jonathan Hart bailed Atlas out, did he?

He'll lend them the money to retool,

keep their 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 $5 million

in the last three years.

You'll get even, sir.

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 reverses,

I'm unable to continue to financially support

the River Bend 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 any more 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."

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.

Just his checkbook. A man we've 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 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.

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.

Really? 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 field workers from the village are late.

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

I'll watch for the Harts if you want to make sure the house is all set.

Oh, great.

Two miles.

Very good.

Look over there.

Liza! Geoffrey!

That's great!

There you go.

How you doing? We're the Harts.

Been expecting you.

- He's coming back on... - Friday.

Good, very good.

How are you? I'm T.D. Webster.

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

How was your trip down on the love boat?

Oh, it was wonderful.

Hello.

Welcome to River Bend, Mr. Hart.

I'm Geoffrey Atterton. My wife 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.

Jonathan: Look at that.

Well, thank you.

The Ritz in Paris

greets you with a basket of fruit in your room.

And please accept our humble welcome.

Well, what's his name?

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 Caceres.

How do you do?

- Señor, señora. - Ernesto.

Come on, Mook. Lead the way.

- Mr. Davenport? - Mm-hmm?

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 Attertons and the Harts, huh?

Two more?

And the locals that help with the animals?

Sounds like you simplified matters, huh?

Oh, thank you.

Never says a word.

Yes, a most unfortunate accident,

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?

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?

A toast to your first night with us.

We're so delighted to have you here.

And we're delighted to be here.

Delighted! Delighted!

Oh.

He speaks perfect English.

Well, it should be.

We bought him at Harrah's in London

about eight years ago.

What kind of bird is that?

It's a sulfur crested cockatoo.

His name's Freddy.

How did you find T.D.?

He seems to be very knowledgeable.

Well, he's working towards his PhD.

A professor friend of mine recommended him to us.

He wanted to come to dinner tonight,

but 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.

- Great. - That sounds perfect.

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

- Yeah, we are. - Jonathan! Jonathan!

He learns fast.

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

Ahh.

To the wild.

This is MCR-6475.

Request for urgent police frequency.

MCR-6475, go to channel 509.

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.

I suppose I'd better get used to the experience.

Ah, the quiet. Isn't it wonderful?

Jonathan: Well, that was a gunshot.

Liza: Oh, the sound travels like crazy out here.

It's just probably some local hunter.

Nothing to worry about. Maybe...

Maybe T.D. just found something unfriendly.

We live with this sort of thing all the time.

Perhaps you two would like some rest.

Why don't you just retire

and we'll see you at first light.

Good idea.

Well, thank you for a lovely dinner.

At first light then.

Good night.

See you in the morning.

Jonathan! Jonathan!

What if that was T.D.?

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.

But 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.

I'm going to stay up for T.D.

Maybe he's got some information

about what became of our field workers.

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.

Just pull this little string,

and the whole thing comes down. Look.

I've done it a hundred times.

It's very, very simple.

You just reach under and pull the string...

Whoa!

I knew sooner or later

somebody would drop a net over you.

You okay in there? Huh?

What's her name?

Oh, this is Noel. She's a tigon.

A tigon?

Well, her father is a Siberian tiger,

her mother is an African lioness,

and it'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 she's quite unique.

What about this one? What's...

Oh, this is our little three-year-old Siberian tiger.

That's amazing. How much does he eat?

Too much.

Excuse me, Señor Atterton.

And this is Nancy lioness.

No one at the village has seen T.D.

I see.

Would you rather postpone the trip until you find him?

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

I'll be with you in a minute.

Okay.

I know it's not very original.

We call him Jumbo.

Hi, Jumbo.

Well, he is very jumbo, isn't he?

Where's he from?

Oh, Asia, originally,

and then from a circus in Europe.

He's taken to home here.

So much so that we're thinking of getting him 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.

We'll be going to the far reaches of the ranch.

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.

He's magnificent.

He's African.

How far down river

did you say the black chap discovered Ashby's body?

Three miles.

I was looking for a way

to bring the Harts this way quickly.

No, this is my problem.

T.D.?

Geoffrey?

Geoff, T.D.'s coming.

What's the matter with him?

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 don't know what to say.

I don't understand.

I know.

Jonathan?

Look at this.

What's up?

Gasoline.

We're out of fuel.

This bolt's unloosened.

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

Yes. I put one in myself.

It's gone.

First T.D. 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?

Do 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's been funding our ranch.

I mean, it's on his recommendation that we invited you down here.

Well, we'd 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've got to take care of T.D.

Smoke.

Could be a campfire.

We don't permit strangers

to wander around the ranch grounds.

Yes, but that stranger may have transportation.

Or a radio. Come on.

Anyone here?

Hello?

Hello?

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

We ran out of gas.

Davenport: Well, how unfortunate for you,

but most fortunate for me.

The sight of company is a Godsend.

We are the Attertons.

From the Wildlife Game Ranch.

I'm Charles Teegarden, and I fear

I may have 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.

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 pates and andouille sausage

all put up for me at Le Toile in New York.

Oh.

Cheers.

Cheers.

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

Not in the traditional sense.

I love it out here.

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

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?

I insist.

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 ax 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 going to do with us?

I want to hunt you.

But only you, Mr. Hart.

The female is for after the hunt.

This is yours, Mr. Hart.

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

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 till 6 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.

Isn't this the stream we drank out of on the way down here?

I think so.

Then we must be going in the right direction.

He'll be starting out in about three hours.

If he waits till dawn.

We're not gonna wait that long.

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.

Let's not wait around

and see if he orders dessert.

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.

That way, huh?

Oh!

Oh!

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.

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.

Okay, go.

Wait.

Remember when we were in Africa?

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.

We'll never catch up to Davenport in time.

If he has our reserve can of petrol here.

Hurry!

- Darling? - 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.

He's getting close.

He's going right to it.

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, eh?

Not bad, Mr. and Mrs. Hart.

Not bad at all.

We're trapped.

Did you see "Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid?"

That won't work.

How do you like my jungle, Mr. Hart?

Jonathan!

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.

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.

Have you seen Jennifer?

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 he 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 taking her to his compound.

Well, be grateful you're alive.

Let's go, Geoffrey.

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.

Entré.

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

I'll see about provisions.

But one false move...

I'm disappointed in you.

Sit down.

Put your arms around your back.

Come on.

Huh?

Hi, Fred.

Jonathan!

No, it's Jennifer.

Jennifer.

Jonathan! Jonathan!

Jonathan.

Oh, darling.

I thought you were dead.

I was almost. Where is he?

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.

Be careful!

Grab the gun! Shoot it!

Shoot him!

Ah, Mr. Davenport was right.

It is the survival of the fittest.

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.

If 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.

Hey, Tarzan?

Ooh, ooh.

Come on, Tarzan.

Ooh, ooh.

Good night, Tarzan.