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Hear ye, great demons of hell.

Watch over these, thy disciples.

Give them thy power over frail mankind.

Thus, do we dedicate ourselves to your service and your command.

We accept your guidance and your mighty power.

By the nameless monsters of the lower depths are you called.

Each time...

the same.

Obscene.

Some power.

Some... something greater.

You're sure John Porter was there?

You're sure it was John Porter?

Sure.

They had filthy obscene rites.

A sort of altar.

A young girl on it... naked.

And she lies there, waiting for the sacrifice...

A cockerel to be killed.

They... they call on the name of the Devil.

They seem to take strength...

from their own blasphemy.

You want... proof?

I've got photos.

Five of them.

All involved.

All right. All right. Now let's get though this again.

Tell me more about this ritual.

He should never have gone in.

Putting him in as one of the guards. They must have been picked men.

He was bound to be caught.

- He volunteered. - Nobody volunteers in this department.

Does he still maintain that John Porter was there?

Yes, he seems to be certain about that.

Porter and four others. Five men in all.

It's gonna make life difficult for all of us, isn't it?

Because he's a minister of the crown?

Because the the right honorable John Porter has direct responsibility for this department.

Perhaps he just forgot about us.

In any case, we have no proof. No real proof.

A group of middle-aged men indulging themselves in some sort of sick orgy. That's what we've got.

Maybe the proofs in there.

Even if it tis, we don't know if we can use it.

So that poor devil is simply suffering for absolutely nothing.

That poor devil isn't suffering any longer.

He's dead.

It's a miracle he lasted as long as he did.

Obviously, he'd been systematically beaten and tortured...

Yes. Thank you, Doctor. Let me have your written report later.

I don't suppose anyone will be allowed to claim him, will they?

Usual routine, false name on the death certificate.

Inter-departmental whip-round for the burial.

- Would you like to hear this played back now, sir? - No, not now.

But leave it here. Get this down to the photo lab.

Tell them to make prints of anything that comes up. Anything at all.

Have the tape transcribed later and...

then put it in a Red dossier and file it in a number 2 security vault under seal.

Yes, sir.

Number 2 hole, hey?

You really are going to close the door on this whole issue.

I might have to.

As far as departments concerned. As far as I'm concerned...

officially.

- What's that supposed to mean? - I've called somebody in to give you a hand.

Someone who doesn't have our resources, but does have a certain independence.

Political independence. A man called Murray.

- Inspector Murray. - Scotland Yard.

Special Branch. Don't worry, he's all right.

- Does his job. - Oh, that's comforting.

Inside this room you have my blessing and my cooperation.

Outside, you're on your own. And I mean that.

Put a foot wrong and the powers-that-be will finish you.

You could probably join Hanson.

Thanks.

We'd been running some routine security checks on certain listed VIPs.

We got a whisper on the grapevine that some of them may have been visiting a house in Crocksford Heath.

Visiting it regularly.

We didn't know who they were.

This is the place.

Pelham House.

Headquarters of what has always been regarded as a harmless organization.

Psychical examination and research group. PERG for short.

So you sent an operative in under cover.

Yes... Hanson. He witnessed a couple of... pretty weird sessions.

Hear ye, great demons of hell.

Watch over these, thy disciples.

Give them thy power over frail mankind.

Thus do we dedicate ourselves to your service and your commands.

Thus, with this baptism of blood, we walk in the eternal footsteps of the cursed...

to know the inner secrets of those who move beyond the realms of the unknown...

and into the precincts of Hades.

Yesterday they rumbled him and tried to make him talk.

So they're alerted now.

- What is it, an espionage network? - That must be our assumption.

- Moscow or Peking? - Well, we don't know.

Nothing ties in. There's no single known link.

And there's no whispers from any informers.

From the photo lab.

They found 5 exposures on the microfilm.

A bit blurry, but they've given them special processing.

- Right. Thanks, Jane. - The transcription?

- All finished, sir. Sealed and vaulted. - Thank you.

You can't have had much rest in the last 12 hours, you better come along home.

Thanks you, sir.

Turn out the light as you go out, would you Jane?

- Well? - No doubt about that one.

General Sir Arthur Freeborne. Imperial General Staff.

Thus, by the 6000 terrors of Hell, are you anointed.

Good Lord.

- So Hanson was right. - Well, that's Porter, isn't it?

Yes, the Right Honorable John Porter, MP.

Minister with special responsibilities for our... security services.

Pity he didn't stick to collecting spiders.

Thus by the nameless monsters of the lower depths are you called.

A nod from him and a dozen civil service pensions go out of the window.

Including mine.

He could dissolve this department in 2 seconds flat.

So that's why you're working without official sanction.

He's not too typical either. Lord Carradine.

Next to the Church and the Government, one of the biggest landowners in England.

Still owns half of London.

Seven Lords of Darkness are you damned.

- Professor Julian Keeley. - Not the Nobel Prize winner?

Yes, I'm sure it is.

Expert in the fields of bacteriology, germ warfare and diseases of the blood.

Runs the Keeley Foundation here in London.

And seven times seven damned again.

Thus, to defy the common laws of man and righteousness.

There were 5 photos. Peter, let's have the 5th.

- Well, what's this then? - He slipped up over this one.

He spoke of 5 men.

Well, he was punchy. He'd had a hell of a beating.

It's a wonder we got anything at all out of him.

- It could only have been four. - It's enough.

I'll have a dossier released on Keeley, Porter and the others.

I'll see what can be dug up.

I've never seen the Colonel nervous.

Perhaps the Colonel has never had quite so much provocation before.

The baptism of blood...

it acts on them like some kind of drug.

The girl died.

The woman puts her cloak over her.

Over the blood.

There's blood, pour...pour... pouring from the wound.

There's blood...

Blood.

Huh?

There's a man I worked with once.

He's an academic type, but he knows about this sort of thing.

Professor Lorrimer Van Helsing.

He's University Lecturer in Anthropology

and Eastern European History. He's a scientist.

But, what may prove even more important to us, he's an authority on the occult.

He really knows about the black arts, satanic rites, and...

And what?

Other things.

Crosses. They have inverted crosses...

marked in blood.

And, as the woman goes to the altar...

there's that strange power there, filling the whole house.

I felt it! Strong, weird, power.

Death is no prison to those who have given their souls to the Prince of Darkness.

Hobgoblins and witches and things that go bump in the night.

Yes, well, hobgoblins are fantasy creatures of the nursery, Mr. Torrence.

As for witches, they certainly exist, although 90% of them are charlatans.

But things do go bump in the night...

quite often.

Well, what do you think, Professor? It is just a Black Mass ritual?

No.

No, not exactly.

Even in dark ages, the worship of natural substances was quite common.

The soil, water, sands of the desert, various plants.

But the strongest cults were those that worshiped the most mystical substance of all.

The fountainhead of life itself.

The glorification of blood.

Thank you.

And more often than not...

human blood.

Now what your man Hanson witnessed was a very ancient ritual ceremony.

It has all the elements. The slaughter of the cockerel.

The inherent vileness of evil triumphant.

The obscenities.

The marking of the supplicants.

The human sacrifice. Now, that of course, could be faked.

But it is the symbolism that counts.

The worship of blood.

Well, I can understand young kids taking a flyer just for kicks, but...

we're talking about sophisticated, mature adults.

It isn't unique.

The notorious Hellfire club of the 18th century

was comprised solely of the elite brains of this country.

The wisest men of Asia were firmly convinced that human blood was the elixir of youth.

And those who adhere to the cult of vampirism

are usually sophisticated, mature adults.

These are the people who fully realize it's tremendous potential.

One of these men could be motivating force.

The menace.

And the power.

Are these men involved this whole business because they're under some kind of threat?

Or drugs?

Or hypnosis.

This particular evil is more potent and more addictive than heroin, I assure you.

And the end result is just as fatal.

I'd like to see inside Pelham House.

- Yes, but they're already alerted. - Coffee, Grandfather?

What a pleasant surprise. Thank you.

- You know my granddaughter, Inspector? - Yes, indeed.

- Nice to see you again, Jessica. - Hello.

Jessica, this is Mr. Peter Torrence.

Excuse me.

Jessica is my right hand.

Sometimes, I think she knows more about my work than I do myself.

There's little sense in trying to keep secrets from her.

She has an ingrained curiosity.

The hallmark of a true scientist.

Do you take milk and sugar in your coffee, Mr. Torrence?

No, plain black.

Thanks you.

Well, I still think it would be worth a trip out to Crocks again.

- What? - Pelham House.

I'd still like to take a look inside.

Oh, Professor Julian Keeley!

- You know him? - I've met him.

He's been here once or twice.

But you know him, Grandfather. You know him very well.

- Is that true, sir? - Yes, I know him.

We met at Oxford. He was reading biochemistry.

When I saw that photograph, I just couldn't believe it.

Not Keeley! I was going to tell you...

later.

Old college chums and all that.

I thought I might see him first, speak to him.

Find out if he's really involved.

- Why not. - Heh?

Well, it's worth a try.

Chances are that a friend could get more out of him than you or I.

Yes, it's worth a try.

Julian?

I finished. It's all finished. I finished it.

Hello, Julian. It's Lorrimer.

Oh, Lorrimer.

- Lorrimer Van Helsing. - Oh, no.

You told me anytime I was...

Lorrimer... Van Helsing.

Wait... Not terribly convenient just now.

What I mean is...

I'm sorry, I happened to be in the neighborhood and just thought I'd pop in.

- I'm busy. - On what?

What are you working on these days?

I must say you have some splendid equipment here.

- I'm sorry if I startled you. - I was concentrating.

Leave that, will you!

- What's wrong, Julian? - Nothing.

Nothing.

I'm...

just a bit tense, Lorrimer.

You know...

sleepless nights...

mental fatigue...

I... I have been ill.

A sort of temporary breakdown, but I'll be over it soon.

My dear chap, I'm so sorry.

The project...

I had a deadline, you see.

It had to be completed by the 23rd of this month.

Always fighting the clock!

But I did what they wanted me to and I've still time to spare.

All the answers just came...

quite suddenly.

It happens like that occasionally, doesn't it?

That is...

There's still time before the 23rd, isn't there?

Evil rules, you know.

It really does.

Evil and violence are the only two measures that hold any power.

Look at the world.

Chaos.

It is a pre-ordained pattern.

Violence, greed, intolerance, sloth, jealousy.

The deadly sins.

Or the deadly virtues.

The supreme being is the Devil, Lorrimer!

Serve him and he offers you immortality. He removes death, the common enemy.

Nothing is too vile.

Nothing is too dreadful,

too awful.

You need to know the terror...

the horror, Lorrimer.

You need to feel the thrill of disgust...

the beauty of obscenity.

Julian, in God's name!

What is it you're working on?

Julian!

- Help me. Help me, Lorrimer. - Julian!

These notes, they refer to a new strain of bacillus pestis!

Bubonic plague!

The Black Death!

No cure for it. Not a preventative technique...

but a means of accelerating it!

I had to do it!

I found the new strain...

bacillus pestius!

But more virulent than any known specie.

I grew the bacilli in agar and then exposed them to radio-active neutrons.

Any infected creature suffers the most indescribable symptoms.

Flesh...

literally rots on the bones

and the contagion spreads by touch like wildfire.

Everything accelerates beyond any imagination.

Within seconds, the disease takes over the whole system.

And the bacilli is growing in these petri dishes?

They are now fully matured.

They can live in a saline solution indefinitely.

Why the plague bacillus, Julian?

You, Professor Julian Keeley, awarded the Nobel prize for science and humanity.

Why, Julian?

You're going to tell me who commissioned you to work on this, this atrocity.

And what is so important to you, and to them, about the 23rd of this month?

Otherwise, I shall have no alternative, but to report this whole matter to higher authorities.

Don't blame me.

It's not my fault.

He threatened me. My work's all finished.

Oh, dear God.

Look, you heard what my grandfather said. I know his work.

I might spot something you could overlook.

- I'm sorry Jessica, it's just out of the question. - We're not playing games.

Actually, there is a way you can be of use to us, Jessica.

- How? - By waiting here!

And if by some chance we shouldn't be back within an hour

get on to Gasby at the Island 356 and tell him what happened, will you?

And ah... be quiet.

State your name and business, please.

Murray, Inspector Murray. Police.

Well, you are the law.

What is it?

- Police, mum. - Police?

What can the police possibly want with us?

Apparently there was some sort of disturbance in the roadway just outside your gates last night.

Some nearby residents complained.

There are no nearby residents.

It was a very still night. Perhaps the sound carried.

Didn't you hear anything?

Yes, as a matter of fact I did. Some hooligans on motorcycles.

I hardly thought it worth reporting.

The complainants felt that the hooligans might be using this house as a rallying point.

It's ridiculous, of course, but we have to look into these things.

How very bizarre.

They are supposed to hide in the dark corners of Pelham House, are they?

Oh, please, let's get out of here! Oh, please, take me away!

Peter, please, don't leave me here!

- Oh, please, help me! - Jane.

Help me!

Stop him! She's a vampire!

Peter!

- Pull yourself free, man. - I can't.

Keeley behaved like a man demented, obsessed.

Utterly lost.

All but the last vestige of sanity had left him.

His words were prompted by some force, some nightmare outside himself.

It was a shadow, a specter, that haunts us all.

Murray, why the hell didn't you get your people to raid Pelham House?

You should've called them the moment you got out of the damn place.

As a matter of fact.

I'm sorry, Colonel, Inspector Murray was quite right.

By the time the police would have got there, they would have found nothing.

Nothing?

What about that Chinese woman?

What about all those unfortunate creatures in the cellar?

We are not dealing with ordinary criminals, Colonel Matthews,

Nor with enemy agents.

These people have powers beyond anything you can imagine.

It didn't help Professor Keeley.

Well, he's out of it now, anyway.

One down and 3 to go.

Keeley Foundation, who started it?

- Whose money is behind it? - Thank you.

Some tycoon called Denham. D.D. Denham.

There's very little known about him.

He lives in the heart of the Denham building. No, thank you.

He allows no press interviews or photographs.

- A recluse. - Denham.

- It means something? - A link, possibly a major one.

Yes, here we are. The Denham Group of companies: Chemicals, oil, banks.

Board of directors: Denham himself...

The Right Honorable John Porter, Lord Carradine

General Freeborn,

and Keeley.

An Uncle Tom copy an all.

This man.

- Denham? - Perhaps Hansen was right?

I think he was.

You've already seen the manifestation of vampirism.

The cult lives, it breathes, it spreads its vileness like a contagion.

Like the plague.

My family has fought this corruption for generations.

Each time it was destroyed so it has risen again, like the Phoenix.

But hell bent on revenge. Only this time...

this time I believe its not merely a personal vendetta...

but something infinitely more far-reaching.

The plague bacillus, Pelham House, the mental destruction of intellectuals,

such as Professor Keeley and the others.

It is all an integral part of a means to a definite end.

The real force, the shadow I spoke of, is more sinister...

more obscene than any monstrosity you can think of.

Lord of corruption, master of the undead...

Count Dracula.

Is there really such a creature?

You should have been in that bloody cellar, Colonel.

Incredible.

My department is being closed down. Orders of John Porter.

Half my staff have been arrested. Two have been killed.

They've labeled us subversives and the heavies are damn well looking for us

and all this because of a vampire?

- Van Helsing, for Gods sake. - Jessica, you should be resting.

- Oh, I'm all right, Grandfather. - Thank you.

I destroyed Count Dracula once.

It was more than two years ago in St. Bartolph's church yard.

But this creature can live again, by reincarnation.

It requires a disciple, someone well versed in ritual.

- The Chinese woman, Chin Yang. - Possibly.

She would have to know the exact location of Dracula's grave.

I passed the site of St. Bartolph's tonight.

The church yard has long since vanished. An office block has been built there now.

That new building is about two years.

Well, if it's been there for 2 years

That means this "thing" has been around since then.

So it would seem.

And those women in the cellar...

Their names have probably been on the files of your missing persons bureau for 2 years.

Anyway, that new office block belongs to the Denham group of companies.

Now, I don't know whether the fifth guest was D.D. Denham,

but this I do know, vampires are spectral creatures.

Their image casts no reflection in a mirror.

Nor can the lens of a camera record their likeness.

- So there was someone there. - Or some thing.

Your man Hanson saw it, but his camera couldn't record it.

How the hell do you fight a vampire?

Cloves of Garlic!

There are many ways.

The symbols of good are used to combat the forces of evil.

The crucifix, the word of God, as written in the Holy Bible.

Clear running water, symbolizing purity.

- And it lives in mortal dread of silver. - Anything else?

The Hawthorn tree, which provided Christ with his crown of thorns.

The light of day.

And a wooden stake driven though the heart.

What about the 23rd, the date that Keeley mentioned?

Yes indeed, the 23rd of this month.

That I fear is the worst of all.

It is the Sabot for the undead.

What significance has that?

There are satanic circles which govern our fate.

And the fate of Earth, perhaps even the universe.

Now, throughout history

there are certain times, certain dates

which are marked by awesome catastrophes.

Each event is carefully plotted and a definite pattern emerges.

Every disaster this world has ever suffered

coincides with a point wherein these circles meet and cross.

In this century alone they heralded the outbreak of 2 devastating world wars.

- And another disaster is imminent? - Could be.

The 23rd, that's the day after tomorrow.

No, this must happen tomorrow at midnight.

Why, it's even sooner.

At that hour, the devil holds a balance of power.

He marshals his disciples, the living and the dead.

In satanic cabals it is the celebration of supreme blasphemy,

- Sabot for the undead. - I've heard of the witches Sabot.

No, this date is much more important, more profound.

Even more significant than the night of Walpurgis.

Now, Keeley said the bacillus had to ready by the 23rd.

Why?

The date chosen by Dracula himself

the 23rd day of this 11th month.

The emerging pattern, you see

the night of the soulless ones.

And in the turmoil and fear that follows, a group of

warped men emerge to take control.

A politician, a soldier, an industrialist, a landowner.

But Dracula will eventually end up with a totally barren Earth.

With only diseased and dead bodies to feed on,

surely even the vampire himself would perish.

Perhaps, deep in his subconscious, that is what he really wants.

And end to it all.

He is a cursed immortal

existing on violence, fear and dread.

And supposing... just suppose he yearns for final peace. What then?

He'd want to bring down the whole universe with him.

The ultimate revenge.

Thousands dying of the plague.

Like the shadow of death itself

one figure scything it's way through the terror and anguish:

Count Dracula.

It is the biblical prophecy of Armageddon.

Nothing,

nothing at all.

It all seems so unbelievable by the light of day.

- But it's not. - Hmm.

Well, what's going on?

It won't do you any good hanging around here.

Professor Van Helsing is still at home, I'm with the colonel down in the car.

- We'll just be hanging around. - Yes, I know.

Well, they're all right, sir, a bit impatient, of course, but...

Colonel?

- It'll be getting dark soon. - We should have heard something by now.

It's a sniper! Get down!

That was a bullet!

- It didn't hear a shot. - He's using a silencer!

Could be anywhere.

Better get the hell out of here. If he gets us pinned down...

Run like hell!

Come on, Jessie, the road can't be far away.

I Can't!

Look, Jessica, he's only playing with us

He could pick us off at any time.

Now, come on, come on!

Thank God, the Colonel's car's still there! Come on!

Come on, Colonel, let's get the engine started.

Let's get moving!

- Look out! - Stop!

Good evening, I'd like to see Mr. Denham. Mr. D.D. Denham.

I'm sorry, sir, no one sees Mr. Denham. No one at all.

Ever.

If you were to mention my name, I'm sure he'd see me.

- Van Helsing. - Waste of time, sir, I assure you.

Excuse me.

Security reception.

Yes, sir. But my standing instructions...

Yes, sir.

You're to go up to Mr. Denham's private apartment, sir.

Thank you.

Doesn't that thing make you feel self conscious?

All part of the job.

Take the lift and press the red button.

It'll stop right outside his suite.

And, sir... you're not carrying a camera, are you?

- My instructions... - No, no camera.

- Professor Van Helsing. - Mr. Denham.

- I have been expecting you. - I rather thought you might.

Please sit down.

I have been expecting you ever since Julian Keeley took his own life.

Or was he murdered?

He was a servant of this foundation.

I am the master.

His nerves failed him.

The project he was working on was enough to shatter anyone's nerve.

It is merely a deterrent, nothing more.

There is a group of us who are determined that the decadence of the present day

can and will be halted.

A new political regime is planned.

To lend weight to ones arguments amid the rush and whirl of humanity

it is sometimes necessary to be persuasive.

Persuasive?

Now there are a few vague rituals, it is true.

A little occultism, a touch of mysticism at Pelham House, nothing more.

Evil begets evil.

There is an unholy aura in this place.

And it is not a question of a little occultism or a touch of mysticism, Mr. Denham!

It is vampirism, and there's a host of damned souls at Pelham House.

What are you going to do with me? You can't let me go, can you?

I know too much.

Do you mind if I smoke? It's a bad habit, I know, but...

helps me concentrate.

I'm sorry.

Am I to suffer the same fate as Professor Keeley?

You are an interfering man, Professor.

Do not meddle, or you will have to deal with me.

You are Count Dracula!

Of course...

Mr. Denham, the powerful recluse.

Here you are safe.

No one expects to see him.

Not in the day time.

Tui Deo gloria. Nisi Dominus Frustra.

Foolish man, bullets can not harm me.

A silver bullet, Dracula.

- Kill him! - He threatened you!

It cannot be made so simple for him.

Not for Van Helsing,

Nor for his granddaughter.

- Where is Jessica? - I have her hidden away.

- I suggest you go and find her! - I will, I promise you.

- But first you must help me. - Help you?

I to want to get away from this place. I'm as much a prisoner as you are.

- Yes, but you live here. - Not by choice.

In God's name!

Jessica.

Please, God...

On this, the eve of the Sabat of the undead...

I call upon you to witness my supreme triumph.

Van Helsing, I choose the spawn your blood

to be my consort.

The instrument of my final conquest.

Swifter, more awesome than the Black Death.

The Plague!

In the first moments, every muscle, every fiber will be afire with

torment and agony.

In the days to come, you will pray for death.

Release.

And so you'll destroy every living soul on this earth.

You're left with an empty world to command.

Is that what you want, Count Dracula?

A last blaze of utter horror and violence?

The ghastly annihilation of an entire planet?

Is this your own death wish?

I have chosen 4 messengers of death,

Four horsemen of my created apocalypse,

Four carriers of the plague who will infect their miserable brethren.

You, Van Helsing, are now one of the four.

The body of your granddaughter will never be corrupted.

It will be her joy

to walk at my side.

Four carriers?

Us? You mean us?

You said we would use the plague only as a deterrent.

To hold governments to ransom.

- You promised us power. - We served you faithfully.

Silence!

The girl that you love is mine already

and through her you will yet do my bidding.

In your name!

For you!

Everything.

We did exactly as we were commanded!

In return, you promised...

Are you open to any deals?

Hurry! Get Jessica away!

Get her away, man. Hurry!

My revenge has spread over centuries and has just begun!

Jessica! Jessica!

How the hell do you fight a vampire?

There are many ways. The symbols of good are used to combat the forces of evil.

The Hawthorn tree, which provided Christ with his crown of thorns.

Count Dracula!

Dracula!

Dracula!

March, 11, 2011

The Commonwealth of Austrailia. Land of many frontiers.

Lone stepping stone across the vast Pacific, to the mysterious brooding islands of the of the Malasia.

Last outpost of the art and culture of the western world.

Our story takes us to Melbourne.....

Melbourne. The birthplace of Nelly Malmer, the famous soprano....

Austrailia's gift to the American opera.

Appearing here, as a token of appreciation, for Melbourne's glorious gifts are...

...two distinguished concert artists, steeped in the traditions of American's classical music.

You ready for this?

There he goes. One of our best pupils.

He had a tough time getting the lead out of his feet, but there he goes. I'll never forget. We were down in......

Don't bend the wardrobe.

Is this the bloke that popped the question?

Both of them did.

- Eunice. - Harold.....oh darling, this is the happiest day of my life.

Then why spoil it with a wedding?

But darling, I want to marry you, or Joe.

- Oh fine, I'll be best man. See ya! -What!?

- Boy, have I got something cooked up for you. - Yeah? Put it int he deep freeze.'

Did a similiar situation occur in Allentown in 47?

- Thanks for the memory. - Let's get out of here fast.

This'll drive them crazy, when it doesn't come back.

Yeah, come on.

You come back here.

Poor man may not have his teeth in today.

Gentlem, I told you. There are no two actors travelling together on this train.

There's one of them.

Pilot to belly gunner, bailing out."

Wouldn't listen to me, would you?

Let's stow away on a boat to Frisco, I said. No, no you said. Let's hop a rattler.

- You take the uppiest and I'll take the lower. -You had a sub-lower. Besides, look at the money I saved you on tip boy.

- Get plenty of fresh air you said. - Not me, I said.

- Hide underneath you said. -They'll never find you. I said.

- You're going to ride inside, keep an eye out. - I said.

- You know what kills me?

You never listen to me. That's what kills me. And where are we now? We're lost!

- Come on, we've got some travelling to do. - On your feet elbow nose. Drop that beak.

The day I met you, there were vultures in the sky. I should have taken that for an omen.

They were blue birds. Now stop worrying. I'll get you out of this.

Now look. Don't get me out of things, stop getting me into things. Will you?

Look Harold........

- I'll be darned.....French Poodles. - No, they are sheep. We're saved.

I don't trust you, or the sheep.

Don't you see Harold? Wherever there are sheep, there is a farm and where there is a farm, there is a farmer and...

.....wherever there is a farmer , there is a farmer's daughter.

- Now you're getting me into trouble again. - Come on....

Walk, don't run.

You know? For a couple of guys on the lamb, we're in pretty good company.

We're poor little lambs, who've lost our way....

-That was helpful, wasn't it? - Fred Murray must have played through here.

- Boy am I tired of that whiff and bluff song. - Yeah, one more whif f and bluff....

We may be dirty, but we're healthy. Everytime they dipped the sheep, they dipped us.

Say....why don't we stick with them when they get sheared too?

- I'm beginning to like it. - What have we here?

Those are for argyle socks.

- Oh, let's get out of here. - Here we go.

Ah, here we are.

Mighty attractive openings for fellas who like work.

- This is for me. - You can't cook.

- I can learn while you wash the dishes. - No, no, no.....

I'll cook and you wash the dishes and you can stack them behind your ears to dry.

- Excuse me mates. - You just come right in.

Scratch and scratch.

There goes the daily double.

What a pity. Just when I was going to let you have your way.

Say, I haven't looked for work since I was night watchman at Basser.

- Yeah, that was before we grew these. - Yes, these electric razors. There's nothing like them.

- Take a mowing machine to get these hedges knocked off. - Remember, we on the lamb, hiding.

-How long can you hold your breath? - My breath? Well I.....you....

Prince Ken Irak.....back again eh?

You must help me. I need sea divers.

Not a flaming chance, and you know it.

Four divers shipped out to your island already and they've never came back.

Fine men too, but they met with accidents.

Accidents my eye. We all know about Bogaten.

Bogaten is a legend.

Then why don't you get your own people to dive?

If Bogaten is only a blooming legend.

The people of Batu are superstitious and still believe in witchcraft.

There ain't no witchcraft down there mate.

Look here Prince. You couldn't get any diver in Austrailia to take on your job.

Not for all the beer in Darwin.

Well Buster, looks like the deep sea for us.

Hop along upstairs now to complete the necessary arrangements.

Why me? Why don't you go up?

No elevator. Remember you are a much younger man than I am.

Who isn't. Run along now.

- Excuse me sir? - Yes?

- But are you a deep sea diver? - Well, I'm just a graduate of UCUW.

That's Unversity of California Under Water.

Ooooooh......an American. Then perhaps you would be interested in a job that would bring you rich rewards.

Yes, of course......

.........candidly rich rewards do remove a good deal of dullness from mere work, I guess that true. What's the pitch?

Sunken treasure.

Treasure. Well, I'll have it up for you in a jiffy. I must tell you one thing though. I don't do the actual diving myself.

I have a boy for that. I remain on deck and I operate the pump.

- Oh, but excellent. - Your hand.

Yes sir, I'll have that treasure up in two shakes of a lamb's tail. Believe me, I know how to shake a lamb's tail.

Oh, there is one little thing I must explain. You see, I'm not actually the diver. I'm the top man. I have a friend who does the diving.

Is your friend experienced?

He's been underwater half of his life. He used to be a lifeguard in a carwash.

Where is this island of yours Prince?

A few days journey, across the sea on the road to Bali. You will love that too.

- It is an island paradise. - Girls, huh?

- Could it be a paradise without girls? - Welcome to the club.

Oh, I must cable mother to send my other lips.

- Boy did I make a terrific deal. -I knew you would. You little genius you.

- Congratulations. - It's a deal boys.

Well, these threads are a little deep for shoving off to paradise. We ought to slip into our lines huh?

John will take care of your needs. We will sail at sundown.

Sundown. Ah, that's perfect. I freckle you know. Girls, paradise, money......what a jackpot.

- And you did it all with your own little....... - my own little head.

- Take our luggage will you? - Here you are.

Now don't get these mixed up. Mine is blue for boy.

Hey Sam. Is that the way all the natives dress on your island?

Really?

- George, do you suppose? - Not a chance.

Stick around folks....he could be wrong you know!

- Cast off. - Who?

Isn't it beautiful?

It's the tarplan of my father's clan.

Highness your cousin, Prince Kenarock is here.

I will see him alone. You girls may leave.

Hey, things are picking up.

- Taste the local architecture. - Built like brick begodas.

- Welcome to Batu. - They look like Americans.

- They look like Kenarock boys. - They're not bad.

Do you think they are sailors?

- They've been expecting us. They must have got our wires. - Well, we got to ration ourselves down here you know.

- Let's forget the box and just head for the high country. - I don't know which way to turn, everything looks so good.

Well don't get tied down. This may just be the older stuff you know.

- Oh no! - What's that?

Eroll Flynn, he can't stand it. Make yourselves available, huh kids?

Stand by, you'll hear from our local branch. I'll sell you my suit size and everything with it. Isn't it nice to know that we still have it.

- We got that old magic. - That sea air must have recharged our batteries.

- I feel like I've had a complete overhaul. - Yeah, and if we can get our speedometers turned back, we're in business.

Don't look now , but Abu and his brother are still with us.

Don't worry about them. Let them get their own girls.

I wonder if they massage?

Too bad my prayers were not answered.

- Prayers? For me? - Yes!

That you be washed overboard.

Despite your prayers, I managed to obtain some excellent diving equipment....

... and two american divers. I think our plan....

Our plan? I want no part of it. Your two americans will die like all the others.

It's just cold-blooded murder.

-How about those chicks huh? - Steady, steady now. Remember Austrailia.

All that trouble.

Yes, we're not going to get involved with girls again. Remember?

- Well....... - Well.......

Well.......

Your turn.

Your Highness, may I present our guests.

Your Highness!

Gentlemen, you are in the presence of my cousin, Princess Lala.

Well the name is Bridley, Princess. Harold Bridley.

Sportsman, racketure, polo player and all-around good egg.

Welcome to Batu gentlemen.

George Cockran at your service Your Highness.

- Continental? - Oh go run and play with the peasants. I'll take care of Your Royal Highness.

- Do you always fight over girls? - Well what else is there to fight over?

We've never had any money.

That's for Washington.

Now let's be fair, be fair Leroy. If you can't pay, you do time.

Follow me gentlemen.

We're coming.

They have become friendly.

- That is a bad omen. - Omens are for old women.

Sharks will soon be picking their bones.

This kid carries her own antenna.

- Man, this is quite a quonset. - Amazing what you can do with a G-I loan.

They must have gambling here.

She was my mother. Queen Tomma of Batu.

- Beautiful. -And he was my father.

Didn't anybody in the family wear the pants?

Colorful old chap, wasn't he? He must have gotten around some.

Father sailed a merchant ship that docked here. He liked the island, met mother and remained.

- I'd like to remain her myself. - You're reading my mind.

- You're the one that always wants to go home. - I'm home!

-Something wrong Princess?

You must be very tired after your voyage. You must rest before.....

- Before what? - Before tonight. I'm having a feast in your honor.

- Run out to the car and get my finger bowl, huh? - Will you need your chopsticks?

- Just my fork and a pusher. - I may join you.....l think you'll...

Hey, not bad without a reservation huh?

- Rest well. I will see you tonight. - Leave a call or we'll call you later.

Here! Here!

Don't over match yourself old man.

- We may get a little rain later. - Oh bug that.

-Gee, what a spot this is. - Isn't this lush.

Would you like me to shoot you a squirrel before your nap sir?

- Lou wouldn't do that Daniel Boone. - I might knock off a rodent.

This'll do for me George, this will do it.

-Good night all. - Hey, get your shoes off. You're in a palace.

I've always wanted to play at a palace.

Draw the blinds pal. It's siesta time for Sophie.

Very well sir.

- Man, I could spend the rest of my life in a joint like this. - You say that everytime you get in a bed.

I'm in a haze. That Lala intoxicates me.

- Could be. She's half scotch. - Yeah, and me for a chaser.

Just don't get another hangover.

Freedom.

I'd better get some black polish. This may be formal tonight.

Say Hagas? What is it McBagas? Have you heard the latest about McTavish? What's he done now? He's living on the roof.

- Why would he be living on the roof? - He heard someone say the "drinks were on the house".

The drinks are on the house. You know what we......

Thanks. You're a pal. Not mine, but you're a pal.

- Sit here. Are you kidding. -He takes that large economy size.

Next week it's my turn to wear the girdle. - Why don't you entertain us a little. Why don't you do your disappearing act.

Oh, I know that one. You mean the hindu rope trick.

I'm sure you've heard of it. As a matter of fact, it's impossible.

This must be the one, where they throw the rope up in the air, climb up and disappear.

- It's nothing. It's sort of a mass hypnosis. - Where did you learn words like that?

This kid was drummed out of kindergarten for cheating on fingerpainting.

- I was framed. - Now watch!

What else it new?

Watch it governor, I think this calls for me.

Here, here. I'll be in the balcony.

I've heard about vanishing cream...but vanishing blubber.

Fight him off Princess. Here comes Jack of the Beanstalk.

Down boy, down boy.

How's the beast in the penthouse?

- Ah, space cadet returns. - Did you get my card Jacques?

I had a wonderful time, I'm glad you were here.

-Very funny. It's easy for you to get up there. - Oh come on.....it's mass hypnosis.

Mass hypnosis, you're full of helium. Say how about a little black magic for me Princess?

Here's an exciting bit of hokus pokus.

- If a cobra comes out of there, it's yours. - I'll split it with you.

Pay your dues.

- I wouldn't believe it if I saw it. - I saw it and I wouldn't believe it.

I'm starting to believe it.

In scout camp they had basket weaving and I took up wood-working.

Give me the pipe. I'm going into business for myself.

I'll check with you in a fortnight. - He's always eager to improve himself...

...always trying to pick up something new. What about you and I seeking out some dale where you and I can discuss.....

- George, I must talk to you and Harold. - Oh forget about Harold. He's a hustler, a philanderer.

Let me tell you something. He ran out on a very lovely girl down in Austrailia. And on their wedding day too.

- I think he's attractive. - I can't hear you. Not reaching me at all.

- I think you're attractive too. - Contact.

Actually, as a matter of fact, there's nothing special about me. I'm just an average, all-around american boy with an excess of charm.

- Harold told me that too. -About me? About him. So conceited that man.

Delightful place you have here Princess. lt'd be lovely just to lay around here and grow old.

George! You and Harold will never grow old, unless you escape at once.

- Escape? My cousin Kenarock is a scheming murderer. - He's a very nice guy. A little formal, a little cold perhaps.......

You do not know him. He has sent many men to their death, at sea.

- Physical too huh? - Kenarock will let nothing stand in his way of ambition.

Years ago my father set out for Bali to sell a valuable chest of jewels....

....the boat sank on a reef outside of our lagoon...

...neither my father nor the jewels have ever been recovered.

That's the treasure they want us to haul out of the sea, huh?

Many have tried, but none have succeeded.

- They offered us 50,000 gilda to get it. - You must escape tonight!

No Princess. You're looking at a big gilder man. - You must go, I tell you.

-Down in the wreck of the boat lives....Bogatan - Boga who?

- Bogatan, a giant squid. -Let him live a little.

This squid is a terror. He's an enormous monster, with bone- crushing tentacles, a man-eater.

- It means certain death to the diver. - Certain death to the diver huh?

- Harold laughs at death. - We must warn him, tell him about Bogatan.

I don't know. I may have some trouble talking him out of this. He loves a challenge this boy.

Death is his bread, danger his butter.

- You've got to convince him. - You've got to butter him up good.

- Where can he be? What can he be doing?

Hootwha, oh what a hoot.

- What a business! I finally learned that trick. - Who ran second? Well, I was.....

I've been playing this flute all night. Georgette, stash that in the icebox, will you please?

- Thank you Zza Zza. Listen, don't you ever disappear like that on me again.

- I was worried into a postive tizzy about you. - You worry? Yes I was. About me? Certainly!

- Yes I was. About me? Certainly! 268. Well bless your big fat motherly heart. What's to worry?

Well in spite of everything I had to say, I put in plenty of knocks...that palpitating Princess is all in a twiter over you.

- Me? Really? - Yes!

- This girl is not only charming, she's intelligent. - You'd better be careful boy, she'll marry you and make you a prince.

You'll spend the rest of your miserable life just lolling around, munching mangoes, falling apart and having girls wait on you and stuff like that.

-I can't let this happen to you. - You're all I've got. I'll buy you a dog.

Destiny calls the young Prince.

- Surely you can't want this? - Well, it's a living.

Okay pal. I won't stand in your way. I guess after all, I blew it. I goofed. I told her what a hero you are.

Boy, what a relief.

Just think, tomorrow at dawn, you'll be coming up out of the water with the treasure.

- Have a big suptious wedding. Yeah dancing girls, coconut frappes, music.....

- Hey, how I'm I coming up with the treasure? - Because you're going down for it.

- Oh I see......

Wait a minute! Not me! No I even get the bends when I'm ducking for apples.

-You're the diver? - I'm the diver? Yeah, you're the diver.

Oh Harold! You don't know what this means to mean. This is the nicest thing you've ever done. Letting me be Lala's number one boy.

- Well this changes everything. - I thought I was Lala's boy?

But you resigned. It's all mine now. I go down a pauper and come up a Prince.

- No, no. If that's the way it's going to be, I'm going to be dunked. - Oh no, no. It's too dangerous.

I laugh at danger.

Okay, if you insist. You get the jewels, you get the Princess.

Good-night.

I get the jewels, I get the Princess and I couldn't happen to a nicer girl.

Harold......Harold....

Look don't fool with the fun fl ute unless you check with the master.

Gentlemen.....it is time.

My Princess is impatient. Valdimir, lay out my top hat, white tie and swim fins.

Very good sir.

-Harold, are you sure you know what you're doing? - Do I know what I'm doing, you lucky girl!

- So George told you. - Exhale a little bit, I want to slip this over your head.

Say you haven't got anything in straw, with a wider brim and a long oval have you? No you wouldn't have that.

Just try it on for size. Any size will do. This kid's head is a little pointy.

He takes anything from a 3 to a size 8. Suck in your nose dear.

- There we are. Oh, there you are. I'd ask you in, but it's a little crowded in here.

- How can you two joke. - Oh it's easy when you are brave.

-Oh he's plenty brave, this fellow. - I take brave pills.

Tell her about the time at Catilina when I got the big barge off the bottom.....oh was she heavy.

- Oh, but a lovely girl. - Yeah, she was a big.....

Here Anette, you may want to do your nails down there. Thanks, he usually sticks it in my back you know.

- ake two, we're having a one-set sale. - Don't forget my Roy Rogers water pistol.

- Want to take a plumber's helper down with you? - No, I work alone you know.

- Before you go down, I want you to think again....... - No, no, no. No time to start thinking, he going to start sinking.

How about a kiss for your hero, just for luck huh?

- Sorry madame, next window please. - Remind him of Bogaten.

- Oh well, Bogaten. - Bogaten......

Hey, where's he running. Just a second. Lean in here will you?

- Oh you should have thought of that before - Oh you should have thought of that before

Oh no, we can't go through that again. If your wool underwear starts to itch, it will just have to itch.

- Well get me another pair of hands for inside. - Oh, I thought you worked alone. Oh, but this is different.

- Should've put some water in the radiator. - We could have made a cup of tea.

That is enough. Over the side. Come!

- Thanks pal. I'll bring you back some saltwater taffy.

- Tie it tight sugar. - Say write if you fi nd work, will you?

- Geronimo! -We're gone.

- Hey, I've got it. - Yeah, what?

-The treasure. Brown wooden box, brass handles, big lock. - Yes, that's it George.

-Come on, come on. Grag the loot and scoot. - Drop me a hook boy.

Lower the line and stand by.

- What is it? What's the matter buster? - Bogaten, it can only be Bogaten.

Hey, never mind that treasure, pull my pal up.

We haven't got time now. Back to the pump. Come on we'll pull him to the surface.

- Get it up close now, so I can grab him.

Easy now. Easy does it. Here he comes.

Hey buster, you Okay? Exhale a little. Exhale just once.

-Buster, hey buster. - George! Look out!

He's not in there.

Witchman!

Obviously Bogaten has claimed the American. Now Lala, it is time to feed the sharks.

- Put down that gun! - Your days of telling me what to do are over.

Without you, I have the island, the jewels, everything!

For this moment, I have waited all my life.

You try to put the finger on us boy and you'll have a lot of trouble with your breathing.

-Who's there. - I'm just closing the gate.-

- Slap happy this boy. Now he worries about me.

- We're proud of you. - We thought you were gone.

- Many brave hearts are asleep in the deep. -Good thing he's a coward huh? He's wonderful.

- Oh, it was nothing. I had him in a headlock, but he hit me with an ink bottle.

Hey look.

We can not go back to Batu. He will have our throats cut.

- Oh, that would hurt my high notes. - Might help, we could sing duets.

We must go on to Bali. There we can sell the jewels. We must sail at once.

- I'll pack. Hey wait a minute. - I want to ask you something.

- How did you get out of that suit? - Out of the diving suit? Well it was easy......

I was down at the bottom and I......

- Think, this stuff is real. - Yeah, and it's worth millions George, millions!

- Looks like Ali Caan's garbage can. - Yeah, the top layer.

- I think I'll have cuff links made out of these. - Do you think this is too much?

- No, I think that'll work. - Well you know, if you wear it right.

Oh Lala's all mine. What a parle huh? You know the first thing I'm going to do when I become Prince is pass a community property law.

- That cuts me in right away. - What line what form.

- Fantastic. - Let me put this under canvass. Let me see this.

Hey...

-Shame on you. You're a grown man. - Well, she's a grown girl.

- I wonder where you grow this stuff. - If you find out, give me a call.

- I'll be topside. I've got to take my turn at the wheel. - Slow down, back, back, back.

-Gee, you're pretty alert aren't you? - More than you know. I've got these counted you know. Really? One, two, three, four....

- Well, I'll see you. - Whoa, whoa, check it out.

- How did that get in there, I wonder? These are not vitamin pills you know.

How did my school teacher get in there.

-Take this on a weekend.

He's going to sing folks. Now's the time to go out and get the popcorn.

Only two more of these sliverly nights, and we'll be in Bali.

-I kind of hate to think of leaving you Lala. - You mustn't think of it, because you mustn't do it.

I've been away a long, long time. I've got to get back. Catch some ball games, see how the Pirates are doing.

- You still have pirates in America? - Yeah, but they are nothing to be afraid of. Probably hiding in the cellar someplace.

It's a fantastic place, the U.S.A. Lala. Take a town, take any town, like the garden spot of North America.

Lush, picturesque riveria of the middle west.

-For example, Toledo, Ohio. - Toledo, Ohio...

- Oh it sounds beautiful. Such a musical name. - Oh it's a music town, a jukebox in every bowling alley.

- Lala? Will you go to America with me? George! I mean marry me and go to America with me.

- Oh it would be wonderful, but what about Harold?

- We could adopt him. - Adopt him?

- Of course we'd have to send him away to school. - Little late for that, isn't it?

-Oh no baby. He's gotta go sometime you know. - That's enough! Why you collapsible como you!

- You and your "Pirates". - At least they're in the major league.

- That's so underhanded. - That's gratitude for you.

I try to plan your education and you turn on me like a mad dog.

I wish I were a mad dog. I'd give you the sniffer. Don't plan my education. I'm illiterate enough now.

- Listen Lala, if you're going anywhere, you're going with me. - Oh no she's not.

- I don't know what to do. - George, shouldn't you go beddy-bye?

Beddy-bye? And leave you here with this Malinese pound cake? Lala, you've got to make up your mind, and right now.

Oh, that's not way to talk to your mother. Listen Mom. - It's Lala, Lala, not Mama.

You promised to marry me if I got the treasure, didn't you?

- What!? She didn't promise you, I did. - You know what a liar I am. Oh, so that's it?

You're up here pitching with this doll, while I'm down there adlibing with that deep-sea claw machine.

- Harold, Harold.....I do love you. - Oh, I thought so.

-But I love George too. - Well, if you like the other generation, they're restful.

- I'm so confused...

I love you for what you are. - A liar.

I love Harold for what he was. Sometime. Somewhere.

- The kid's gone. She's in sections. -We'd better get to the bottom of this.

- Yeah, let's get to the bottom of this. - What was I? Where? When? Probably some agonizing episode from her childhood.

We'll have to probe the subconscience with a little psychology.

Lie down dear. Lie down. Easy.

- Are you comfy? - Yes doctor.

- There's a lot of quack in this boy. Now Lala. - We want to delve into your past. Way back into your childhood.

Well, when I got to be 6 or 7, I remember I was terribly lonely....

I had no one to play with, until one day my father brought me a little companion.

Come Sandy. Come play with me. Please Sandy.

- Sandy... - Not me, you've got the wrong monkey.

Well, I'll leave it up to you Lala. Do you want me for who I am...

... or do you want this chump for the chimp he used to be?

- Kick it around a while. I'm going downstairs to peel buster a banana. - Play with your mice while you are there.

- Say now that the imposter's gone, why don't we...... - Harold, the wheel. You'd better take it. These are dangerous waters.

- Coral wreaths, racing currents. -But baby I've got racing currents of my own.

Check!

-You and George certainly are romantic. - George? I use him for a warm-up boy.

Send him ahead on all these situations. But speaking of lardhead, how did you like his singing?

- Oh, it was beautiful. - Princess I've got news for you. He can't sing a note.

I do all the singing. He just mouths a little.

He's part of my warm-up. And I've got to sing slow because if he mouths too fast, his plate starts to slip.

You see, I'm a ventriloquist. That's part of our act. I'll show you.

-How are you down there? - Fine. How are you?

- You see...... - Harold, the wheel.

- Harold!!! -Hornblow....Horatio....come on Captian Hornblow. Captain?

What have we got here?

He always did gulp his food, you know. We may get his appendix her in a minute.

Aha! One of the bobbles. I think we should have this lad floroscoped.

- Are you all right? - What happened? Is the picture over?

- You're fine now, you're all right. Just relax - There must be a village on this island somewhere.

You think so? We can buy another boat and go on to Bali.

- Say, that's a real crazy anthill. - They've got a hotel with hot and cold running lava.

Look......a bottle.

- Hey, hey look. There's a message in it. - What does it say?

It says: "Return this bottle to Sam's Supermarket for 3 cents deposit."

Isn't it a pity. Every movie has got to have a message.

Let's get out of this bunker huh?

We'll go this way.

- Hold it, hold it. -What? Just a minute.

I haven't been smacked in the face this much since my first rumbleseat.

- Let's change places. - Push on Princess.

Whoa, whoa. Something wrong here. Look, let me go ahead.

I'll break the trail, before it breaks me.

Lead on Livingston.

- Say, isn't he breaking trail a little high. An animal snare. - Now we know there are people on this island.

Hey, there's people up here too.

- I wonder what the locals are like? - I hope they're not cannibales or headhunters.

I hope they're orange pickers. I want to get off this tree.

- Oh stop squawking. - You'll fall off when you are ripe. I feel like a windsock.

- Hey, where are you going. -Quiet, somebody is coming.

Hi. Hi. Go ahead.

- Thank you. - Okay.

Who was that? That's my brother Bob. I promised him a shot in the picture.

- He's handsome. - It's a family characteristic.

Help! Get me down! My brain is rushing to my head.

- Harold? - Oh yeah, the dangler. Let's get the sap out of the tree.

-This is the sloppiest hanging I've ever attended. -ou're saved. A pardon just came from the Governor.

- Easy now. Steady. - Say, wish I had a shot of this for the Tuna club now.

Upsidaisy, let's get him up. Be careful now.

Oh, I'll never say bottoms-up again.

You got me down just in time. I was getting tan in the wrong places.

Put your weight on this tree and hold it. I'll cut the palm. Are you all right?

I'm fi ne. The blood is coming back to my toes. Now if I could get my toes back to my feet.

Your sinuses are up-dated.

Where did he go now? Oh this boy loves to travel. Come on, we'll bring him a band-aid.

- Harold? - This way nurse. And bring my toy boats.

- Harooold? - Over here!

Look.

- Buster! Come on out of there. - Not me, I'm staying out here where it's safe.

Hurry now, get out of there. Look in back of you!

I got you, I got you. Yeah, but he got ahold of me!

Hey, I feel a breeze. A breeze?

Well, I'll be darned. Colored television, widescreen too....

Really? Am I there? Just your best angle. Wish I had my rearview mirror.

Look!

The African Queen.

Humpfrey Bogard... Boy is he lost!

Hey Bogie...?

Hey, jungle fever. That's what we got. That was just a mirage.

Yeah, well what about this. Humphrey's academy award.

An Oscar. Give me that, you've got one.

Friends.....this is a great occasioin, me receiving this academy award...

And I'd like to say a word....

Run! That's the word.

-Well, what've we got here? A jungle motel? - It's a little south for a Brown Derby isn't it?

Hello, anybody home? I'm a member of the automobile club.

- This is cold. There's been nobody here for some time. - We can spend the night here.

Yeah, I'll go sign the register. Princess Lala, the Honorable George Cockran and man servant.

- Hey, I found a gun. - So we heard.

- Oh, that's wonderful. Now one of you can go out and hunt for food. - Oh so right Lala.

Say here Annie Oakley. Run out and shoot us a filet mignon, medium rare huh?

- Don't hurry. Wait a minute. - You're the sharp shooter.

This boy played second shotgun with the Spike Jones band.

Not me, the last thing I shot was two sixes.

Please, will one of you go out and hunt for food before it gets too dark.

Okay, here's what we do. The winner stays here with Lala.

Damn, those republicans are everywhere. - That's the junior branch.

- Harold? - Couldn't sleep huh?

- No. - Neither could I and for the same reason.

May I sit down?

Little chilly isn't it? You need something around you. Preferably me.

- Oh, this is so peaceful. -Yeah, it's what I've always wanted.

Fireside, home, backyard with flowers, a vegetable garden.

A couple of oil wells.

A home. That's what every girl dreams of.

I'll make your dreams come true then.

- What about George? - Well, we can always make him our babysitter.

Of course we'd have to lock up the liquor. -Shall we build up the fire?

I'm in flames now, Lala.

- Life girl. - I never knew love could be such a problem.

- What's the problem? Auntie M, our chaperon is asleep in there.

- What do we do when we get to Bali. - You're going to marry me, naturally.

Aren't you?

- Well, I...... - Yes?

No?

Dumbo? Why do you cut into my scene?

- I'm singing - You'll never go any place with your singing. You can't even cry.

- I may have a nervous breakdown in this spot. - Have one up in the tree will ya?

Yes, I'll say hello to your relatives.

- Harold! George! Get up! Quick! - What's the matter? Is the bus leaving?

Look out......

It's a female gorilla. It must be the dead one's mate.

The winner and new champion.

- I'd better put out the cat. - That guns no good. No.

No? Watch this!

Where did it go?

We may as well relax. We could be here all night.

- Yeah, let's dig in. - Call the command post huh?

Hey, wake up. She's not here. Lala is gone

- Maybe some dirty rat kidnapped her? - Oh, couldn't be. We're both here.

-Boy, isn't that a beautiful picture? - Yeah, when does the tide go out?

- How come we don't fall. - Paramount wouldn't dare. At your age!

Shall we then? Inhale.

- Hey, come on out of there. - Yeah, time's a wasting.

-I'll see you back at the hut. - Oh no. We couldn't leave a poor defenceless girl like you out in the jungle.

You need two defenceless men to protect you.

Speak for yourself.

- All right. Turn your heads.

Selfish!

- My hair ribbon is gone. -Hair ribbon? What about your wrap?

- You stay there while I get dressed. - "What about your wrap." That's nice talk.

- I was just asking. - Cover up your eyes, like she said.

You never want to have any kind of fun. That's my type of girl, the atheletic type.

- When the right type of girl comes along, you'll be swept off your feet. - My type of girl is right back there, I want to tell you that.

I know all about swimming. I used to grease them for the channel swim.

Plenty of boy left over.

Oh George. Come on, cut it out will you? Quit kidding.

Hey, hey help! GEORGE!

Oh Harold, you pick up with the darnest people.

Harold...

George! George, where'd you go? - Buster, don't get excited now.

Play it real cool. Don't antagonize her. That's the dead gorilla's mate, buster.

What does she want? Revenge?

No, no I'm afraid not.

- Hurry George, this kid's a junvenille deliquent. - Keep cool!

- Keep it cool? I'm numb! - I'll think of something.

- George!!! - Keep it cool!

- Why am I attractive to young widows? - I don't like the look in her eyes.

Get a rock, a club, anything. Kill one of us! - Okay..

Sing to her. You know, music has charm to soothe the savage beast.

Breast, that is. BEAST, BREAST, JUST SING!

Down baby. Down girl. I've got a broken....

Soothe her, soothe her! SING!!!!

Keep singing, and if you get tired, call Gary.

Help! Help! Harold, George, help! - They're after me.

- Who? - The natives!

Get the jewels and run! Keep working. The natives are here. SING!

- I'm singing. - Didn't I tell you to sing! Go, go.

Mosquitoes. A rear guard action.

- It's a poison dart. - What? Call an ambulance, I'm wounded.

-They got you hun? Tell me this is only a vitamin shot honey. - This is a doctor G.

It won't kill you. It will just cause muscular convulsions and then a coma.

Doctor G means: The Laughing Twitch.

Go sit in the audience if you're going to laugh like that....

- I wish I was the little pig that stayed home. - Don't worry until they put an apple in your mouth, then you're in trouble.

- What's this kid? - How many times have I told you, don't play with your food.

- Don't play with the.....FOOD??!

Vermon! Crawling maggots!

Say, did you hear that kid's mother? Those cats are cannibals.

- Maybe they're only headhunters. - ONLY headhunters!?

This is the only head I've got. I'm very attached to it.

- Do you mean they throw the rest away? - Right now I wish I were back with that sweet lovely gorilla.

I'm carrying a little bit of a torch for her myself.

- Oh, the bar-b-que boys are back. - You keep your hands off of me.

- Well they took her. Why'd they take just her? -Maybe they start with the dessert first huh?

I wonder where they are going?

Oh they can't really be headhunters.

Hey, what are those?

Popscicles? They look like my draft board.

On your knees woman. On your knees to Boomada.

I kneel to no one.

- That's scotch weave. Where did you get it? - Long ago, from a white man.

He wore it like the skirt of a woman.

This man, was he called McTavish? Yes, that is how he was called. Macatavish.

Macatavish was my father.

You are Princess Lala? Your father was my good friend.

till warm in my heart. You are his daughter. Anything you wish for shall be done.

21 gong salute.

Just listen to that, will you. For whom the bells toll.

I saw that picture. Very few laughs. Even Gary Cooper got killed.

Yep.

- Well, I don't mind getting killed. But they're going to torture us. - I couldn't stand torture. Me neither.

They're not going to torture me. It hurts.

Well, there's only one thing to do. Yeah, you ready?

Well, there's only one thing to do. Yeah, you ready?

Then Your Highness has no problem. Here on Nuata, a woman can have as many husbands as she can afford.

- I can marry them both? - Why not? White women have many husbands too.

But only one at a time. Here we do not like the installment plan.

Marry them both. Oh that is wonderful Boomada.

Happiness is like smoke in the wind. So quickly gone.

Let it be done now, at once.

See to it that the two white men are prepared for a Royal wedding to the Princess.

Royal wedding? Mazeltoph! ROYAL WEDDING - M AZELTOPH!

Now we will visit our chief.

Wait a minute, you ain't cooking me in no oil. You can eat me!

I'm skinny, I'm stringy, I'm tough. I'll give you indigestion.

- We will not eat you. - Oh no, you are to be married.

Married? - Now wait a minute, I'm not going to marry you!

Eat me! Kill me! I'm fat, I'm puff, I'm delicious.

- No unpleasant aftertaste. Go ahead. - You will not marry me.

You will marry the Princess of Batu.

You mean Lala? So, she finally came to her senses.

Lala. What is this, my trusseau?

Reminds me of a blind date I once had in Cleveland.

That's perfect. You may proceed to groom the groom.

Oh poor George. This will kill him. Oh well, some of us have it and some of us don't.

But I feel like such a cad having so much of it.

I've been able to undress myself, since I was 17.

Well, I see my wedding headdress is back from the dentist.

Ah, ah, easy on the cologne. Let's be subtle, shall we?

I feel so delirious happy!

Some of us have it, some of us don't. Poor Harold.

He must have misplaced it. - You may pour just a little cooking sherry huh?

You are every bit as beautiful as I have been told Princess Lala.

- Chief Rameanna has heard of me? - Yes, my dear cousin.

- Kennerok! - It is good to see you Lala and this too.

- That's mine you thief. - Not a thief my cousin, but a matchmaker.

My dear wives are aging rapidly. They bore me.

You Princess will bring youth into my home.

-Youth! It's wonderful! - No! NO!

- This can not be. - Silence!

Take the Princess into the bridal hut.

-She has spirit too. - In the morning, in the light of reason, she will agree to our bargin Rameanna.

You can not do this. She has given her heart to the two Americans.

- Those white mice? - I have an idea.

Instead of their hearts, Lala shall have their heads.

Shrunken, so. They make lovely bedpost

But Rameanna. Listen to the wedding dance. Already, the two grooms are being prepared.

We can not stop this ceremony without insulting the Gods and your people.

- Why not have your ceremony. With two grooms and no bride!

Excellent! Two grooms and no bride.

NO! Rachan, the God of the sleeping volcano, will not permit the sacrilege of a wedding without a bride.

Who rules this island. Is it you or the volcano?

You are right. I rule this island. I! Not the volcano!

Raschan, God of the sleeping volcano, do you approve of this action?

- You see? - A silly superstition for old women.

- You do not fool Rameanna with your ventiloquism.

Now go. Attend the wedding of the two grooms.

Without the bride.

- Say muscles, is the bride going to wear one of these too? - Yes.

Well, I'm game if she's game. We'll win the door prize for sure.

Hey wait a minute. Does the Princess wear one of these too? - Yes.

This could lead to a ticklish situation. Ah, nice fit.

Let the wedding ceremony begin.

The wedding wine is ready.

No bride.

On with the ceremony.

Continue.

With this wine, I pronounce you man and wife.

Take them away. Advise me when they awaken.

I have plans for them.

Lala... Lala's mine.

- Ah honey. - Lala?

- There's a man in bed with us. -Yeah, I got a hold of him.

- You! - You!

- Hey, hey, what's the idea? Somebody switched roommates on me. - Where's my wife? This woman is a man.

- You do not have a wife. - Are you kidding Jack? I'm prince Harold of Attou.

- You? I married Lala. - You did not marry the Princess.

- I married her. - You did not marry her.

- I put on this bug-eyed beenie....... - I sweated my way into that pullover......

- and I got feathers up my... - What?

- One of us has got to go to Reno. - Let's hurry before one of us gets grabbed.

-Where's Lala? - Princess Lala is to become the seventh wife of our chief.

What becomes of us?

You have five minutes to live.

- Will we feel it? - No we use sodium penterium.

-Oh that's sweet. - Isn't that thoughtful?

I guess this is it.

At least we're going out together.

- We've been through a lot together old pal.

I can't complain though. We've had a lot of laughs.

I just hope in your heart of hearts you can forgive me for the few little bitty times I tried to con you.

There's a storm coming up her huh?

I forgive you George. I know you've always meant well.

I must have been a trial to you.

Say, we might get postponed here on account of rain.

Well Harold, you know of course, I don't have to tell you what you've meant to me.

We've been through so much together.....

.....and here we are in life, in death we face it together.

We got to get Lala.

Lala... Lala...

Help! Help!

Heeeeeelp!

- I'll get her, I'll get her. - What do you mean? I'll get her.

Help. Help.

All this meat and no tomato.

-Are you all right honey? - Yes dear!

Come on, let's get away from this weenie roast. We've got the jewels.

Yeah, I don't want to be a rich cinder.

Say, look at all that rice growing down there.

Yeah rice. It's symbolic.

Symbolic? - Yeah, in puddings and weddings eh Princess?

Look, a ship.

- We're saved. - We must get to the beach.

- ey, the ship's captain can perform the ceremony. - I'll take care of my own wedding arrangements, if you don't mind.

- If you're a real nice boy, I'll let you give the bachelor's dinner. - You're a little heavy, but you can be flower girl.

- This girl is marrying me buster. - This kid needs me.

- Now wait just a minute here. All right! - Let's settle this once and for all before we get on the ship.

- Let's toss a coin. Coin? - We're tabed. I got a better idea. We'll indian wrestle.

Oh no. Last time I won, you gave me an indian. Here, let Lala decide.

- We'll draw straws. - Yeah!

If she draws a long straw, she gets me, a short one, you.

- I'll hold the straws. - Please, please.

I've already made up my mind.

- Tough luck old man. - Tough luck old man.

-I'm sorry Harold. - You pick him?

- Yes. - Oh how near-sighted can you be?

Cheer up Buster. You'll fi nd someone. Try the lonely hearts club huh?

Lala is the only girl in the world for me.

Say, you've got your basket there. Now if you just had your magic flute, you'd be in business.

- Well.....just so happens.... - That's my galant little man, he's always thinking.

- Jane Russel.....oh wing ding!

Ladies...

Hey, wait a minute. What are you going to do with two girls?

That's my problem....

Hey, come back. Wait for me.

Oh no you don't. Stay right where you are folks. This picutre isn't over yet.

Hey wait.... - Oh no you don't, no you don't!

Stay sitting. Hey George.....oooooh.

No, stay right there! George!

Get the writers, get the producers, get my agent. Get a girl.

This is sabotage.