All language subtitles for The.Legend.of.Tarzan.2016.1080p.WEBRip.x264.AAC2.0-STUTTERSHIT

Monsieur Rom...

Opar.

We found it.

Captain Moulle?

Form your lines.

Maxims ready, sir!

Steady.

Wait.

Fire!

Fall in!

Stand your ground!

Chief Mbonga, I presume?

How do you know my name?

You're the man I came to see.

These are what you came for.

What would you do for them?

Whatever is necessary.

There is one thing I
desire above all else.

Bring it to me.

Bring him to me.

And you shall have
your diamonds.

All I need is a name.

His serene highness,
king Leopold of Belgium,

has extended an invitation
to lord Greystoke

to take a royal tour
of the Congo free state

to visit the schools
and churches he's built

to acknowledge the success

of his anti-slavery initiatives

and to open trade discussions.

Lord Greystoke, let me explain
the Africa situation.

Mmm.

King Leopold controls the Congo.

He's defaulting on his loans,

and needs a business
partner to fill the gap.

Your invitation is a
perfect opportunity

for her majesty's
government to get involved.

Consider the jobs
we would create

for the poor natives
of the Congo.

And I thought the
civil war was long.

Dr. Williams, you
are a guest here.

Prime minister, if
you're not going to say it,

allow me.

You are Tarzan!

Lord of the apes,
king of the jungle.

"Me Tarzan, you Jane!"

Tarzan! Tarzan.

King Leopold's inviting you
because you're a celebrity.

He wants to show you

the schools and
churches he built.

You "ooh" and "ah" in
front of the newspapers,

and he's validated by
Africa's favorite son.

England pays his debts.
We make money.

Ham sandwich! Easy! Hmm.

So, your majesties,

can we get this
show on the road?

No.

No? For heaven's sake, why not?

Well, I've already seen Africa.

And it's hot.

Excuse me? Did you say hot?

Please send my apologies
to his serene highness.

And my name isn't Tarzan.

It's John Clayton the third.

Son of John and
lady Alice Clayton.

Fifth Earl of Greystoke,
member of the house of lords.

Mr. Clayton.

Lord Clayton. My apologies.

George Washington Williams.

Diplomatic envoy for
the United States.

- I was sent by president Harrison.
- To do what?

Join up with the
queen's emissary.

America was the first
country to recognize

king Leopold's claim
on the Congo.

You don't want to lose
your place at the trough.

Look...

I need your
invitation to get in.

I'm afraid my intentions
aren't exactly

what I expressed to your
government or mine.

And what exactly do you want, Dr.
Williams?

Leopold spent the
last seven years

getting control of the Congo.

He used up his entire fortune
building that railroad of his,

then shut off access
to 99% of the country.

Why?

Because he wants to be the
first monarch in history

who doesn't want people
to see his good deeds?

I don't buy it.

Tell me this, lord Clayton.

How does a bankrupt king

keep the whole of
the Congo working?

Slavery?

I hope I'm wrong,
but I need to know.

And for the sake of
your friends back home,

you do, too.

Accept Leopold's invitation
and take me with you.

You know Africa off
the beaten path.

The languages, the
people, the customs.

If we find anything amiss,

then I need someone
to tell the world

that they'll believe.

I'll make all the arrangements.

I'll see you in Liverpool.

My family.

I have done all I
can to protect them.

We have been surrounded by
predators since the shipwreck.

The jungle consumes everything.

It preys on the old, the
sick, the wounded, the weak.

But never the strong.

Today, I buried my Alice.

My dear Alice.

Now I fear for my child.

God help us.

God help him.

The most dangerous beast
in Africa is so powerful,

it can snap a crocodile's
back with a single bite.

Anyone?

Is it a hippopotamus?

Yes! Precisely. Well done, Mary.

Now,

can anyone tell me what my
favorite bird sounds like?

Anyone?

Look at his hands!

Whoa!

I grew up running on all fours.

It changed the bone structure.

Do you swing on things inside?

Like when you go upstairs?

Oh, I never take the stairs.

I usually take the curtains.

Is it true your
mum was a monkey?

Well, of course not.

My mum was Alice Clayton.

I can't wait to see
Wasimbu again.

How many children
would he have now?

Jane.

We know about Keko.
She's what, four?

Everyone would have children.
Jane.

I mean, eight years just
feels like a lifetime!

This isn't a holiday.

How many corsets does
a diplomat bring?

I can't take you.

I say zero.

Four.

I suppose a British
lady should faint

at least twice to justify
the silly title.

It isn't safe there.

Of course it's not
safe there, John!

You take a nap in
the wrong place,

you've got a 50/50
chance of being eaten.

Ladies. Albert.

You can't possibly still think
there is a danger, John.

You haven't spoken
his name in years.

Talk to me.

Mbonga is not my concern.

You are.

We lost a baby.

The last thing you
need is more stress.

Yes, well...

Thank you for the reminder.

Well, in case you forgot,
we both grew up there.

So, perhaps I will fulfill
your duties for the queen,

and you can stay here

hybridizing coconuts
and playing ping-pong.

I want to go home.

This is our home.

Trying to keep me
here won't work!

John, my son,

you are the heir to
Greystoke, our future.

England is your home,
not this wretched place.

If I don't survive,

I pray that someone
will save you.

Promise me you'll stay with
the Kuba the whole time.

A kick from one of
these Walker colts

is pretty nasty.

As a matter of fact,

that's why they
went out of style.

Pretty little ladies like you

kept knocking
themselves in the face.

I'll bet I could hit that
log over there, first try.

Oh!

Jane?

He's known them since
they were cubs.

Force Publique, move aside.

Force Publique, move aside!

I want port of entry,

I want port of disembarkation
for every passenger.

Yes, sir. These are the last.

Sir.

Thank you. Thank you.

Excuse me, sir.

The ledger.

Yes, thank you.

Gramophone, Mr.
Rom's stateroom.

Mr. Frum!

Those crates go in the hold.

Champagne? And music?

Your entire operation
just fell apart.

Have faith, Mr. Frum.

Faith is for missionaries.

He gave you the slip.

Make sure
the rest goes down below.

Our invitation has
been snubbed, Mr. Frum.

They jumped ship
further up the coast,

and they are on their
own little tour home.

So, from Boma up to here
will take me three days.

I shall deliver
Tarzan and return.

A week's delay.

You're in no position to
ask for anything, Mr. Rom.

Your king's payment was
due three months ago.

Yes.

I manipulated my firm to
keep this deal alive.

Ah, you agreed because
you'll get stinking rich,

so don't get trutty.

Now you must buy us more time.

I already bought all the time...

Look, it's really very easy.

You sail out to the
arriving fleet

and tell them payment
must be made in Boma

for security reasons.

Opar had better not be a myth.

Bring me the rest, and
you'll have your mercenaries.

But if you fail to
make good this time,

my firm will go to the Belgian
parliament for compensation.

Your king will lose this land,

and who do you think
he will blame?

Leon Rom?

Tarzan, you look funny.

Wukonseeni!

Sangonini! Janey!

Sangonini. Ton Moh
nah nah ha lah.

Keikoo!

Wasimbu?

Oh, my god!

Janey Porter. Welcome home.

As is custom,

no one has entered
until you returned.

This is where Jane grew up.

Her father taught
English in the village.

Well, I'm not going to
drink some foaming cup of

you-know-what-it-is-
and-won't-tell-me.

That's funny to
everybody, huh? Mmm-hmm.

Whoo!

They're singing the
legend of Tarzan.

For many moons,

he was thought to
be an evil spirit.

A ghost in the trees.

They speak of his power

over the animals of the jungle.

Because his spirit
came from them.

He understood them

and learned to conquer them.

His ape mother, Kala,
loved him as her own,

and his ape brother, Akut,

treated him with
kindness and respect.

He considered all men
to be his enemies,

since other tribes
would hunt his troop

as a rite of passage.

Chief Muviro knew what he was.

He was good to him,

since no man ever
started with less.

John?

Blue-bottom Rufous towhee.

Mating call.

Be still my beating heart.

Mandrill.

Also a mating call.

Cheetah.

Mating call.

Ten, nine,

eight, seven...

six, five, four,

three,

two...

I know you took my handkerchief.

We're from America, and
my father is a professor.

So I didn't grow up
believing in spirits.

Hello.

You're welcome to have it.

Will you speak to me?

Um...

You must know that
this is very peculiar.

I'm not sure my father would
find this very appropriate.

But, um...

We must make an effort
to embrace customs...

Oh! I don't think so, wild man!

No, no, no. Wait!

I speak many languages.

Kneel!

Kuba chief never kneels.

Down! All of you!

Get down!

Hold him still!

Tighter! Tighter!

You ain't so tough, you
grotty little monkey boy.

Some legend, Mr. Rom.

Chief Mbonga will
be disappointed.

Round up ten of the strongest.

We'll need porters. Yes, sir.

This guy right here, sir.

Grab him, men. You're
coming with me!

Let go of me!

John!

Get off! John!

Must have been something, the
first moment you saw her.

After all the Negresses
and baboons.

John!

Mr. Rom,
we'll bring him down.

Go! Go!

Get the maxims loaded!

Hurry!

Focus fire on the boilers.
Below the chimney.

Pull away!

Where do you think you're going?

I need you to scream for me.

Like a damsel?

No matter.

He's Tarzan, you're Jane.

He'll come for you.

John! John!

John! John...

They came for me, Kwete.

This was not done by you.

Do you know who they were?

We've heard stories of whites

that come and fight for money...

And do not wearing
Belgian colors.

Called force Publique.

The man I interviewed in Belgium

told me about them.

Did anyone mention
a man named Rom?

Nobody gave up any names.

But Leon Rom is king Leopold's
envoy to the Congo.

Any other revelations?

Not from me.

Why do you say they
came to get you?

The boat is traveling upstream,

which will slow it down.

We should get to Mbonga's
mountain before them

if we take this route

through the Mangani lands.

How do you know where
they're going?

- This route...
- It's longer.

But it is where they are
building the railroad.

We can ride it part of the way.

Good.

John?

John?

John!

Fine! I'm still coming with you.

You can't keep up.

I might not be able to
keep up with Tarzan,

but I sure as hell can
keep up with you.

It is not wise.

Falling behind means
certain death.

I spent over half my
life in the wilds.

Besides, nobody here is
better than me with a rifle.

That one right there,

he'd still be choked out
redder than a cardinal's ass

if it weren't for me.

And that's...

You think I care about my life?

Get your mitts off me!

If you had just...

If I'd just what?

Left you in England
in your castle?

They have my wife,
and their families.

Whoever you are,

we're here by royal invitation.

As guests of king Leopold.

Lady Clayton, I orchestrated
the invitation.

And you were not included.

Nor was Dr. Williams.

A tribe of savages

is trying to tear
your husband apart.

Maybe butcher him and eat him.

And I'm going to
deliver him to them.

And once they've
dispatched with him,

Dr. Williams will
not be left as a witness,

that's clear.

Which begs the question,

where does that leave you?

You'll notice none of the
natives are smiling.

That one's your friend?

They all are.

You do know that the right side

of your moustache is just

a little lower than the left?

John!

John!

Different kind of wilds.

How are we supposed
to catch a train

going 40 miles an hour?

Gravity.

Shit!

Climb on my back.

Right. Legs too.

Don't think for a second
you're saving my life.

Give me the keys to the chains.

Are you the commander?

Don't tell him anything.

Those are some mighty big
earlobes you got there, son.

Do you think that
was a lucky shot?

I'm just an engineer
for the bridge.

And how many men have been
enslaved to build your bridge?

Eight hundred.

Plus this group of natives.

Please, I'm here
to build Bridges

for monsieur Rom's new army.

I have no part in that.

What army?

The railroads,

combined with the
navigable rivers

put 60% of Congo within
three days of a fort.

The forts are done. But
the army has not come.

Where are they?

I don't know.

They were supposed to
be here months ago.

But they said the king
is yet to pay for them.

How many are there?

Twenty thousand.

And they are not
regular soldiers.

They are mercenaries.

Known to enjoy killing
for a living.

Twenty thousand men, 50 forts.

That's 400 bloodthirsty bastards

armed with a Maxim gun

and repeating
rifles at each one.

He'll end up enslaving
the entire country

to get what he wants.

People won't stand a chance.

What is Mr. Rom's part in this?

It's his plan. He is in
charge of all of it.

They expect he will be named
governor general soon.

No, no, no. Wait!

Wait! Please!

Shut it, Clucker!

Now, if you do anything
unladylike in there,

he drowns.

Enjoying your peep show?

Of course I know you can
see me, lady Clayton.

Are you a religious man, Mr.
Rom?

Oh. No. Madagascar spider silk.

My priest purchased it for me
in Jerusalem when I was nine.

Sounds like you and your
priest were awfully close.

Why?

I want you to know, I
think your husband

had no right to bring you along.

I brought myself, Mr. Rom.

Of course.

But he was supposed to
be the only casualty.

Aside from the entire
country of people

you're enslaving, of course.

Would you pass the pepper?

It can also serve as a necklace.

On my last visit to Europe,

I attended a few lectures
at the Sorbonne.

The king of France
got a soft clap.

Henry Morton Stanley, a
bastard orphan by birth,

got a standing ovation.

People love a good story.

Yeah, a few are
born blue bloods,

like your husband.

But everyone can relate
to a low-born scrapper

who rescued his king
from bankruptcy

and saved the honor
of his nation.

That is a man who will
never be forgotten.

My king's army is
due in six days.

All I've left to do

is deliver Tarzan
to chief Mbonga.

Yeah, I'd hoped you
would recognize the name.

I'm aware of his obsessive
desire to kill your husband,

but I've yet to
discover the cause.

What did Tarzan do?

Killed his only son.

Oh. Hmm.

And get ready, because
that is nothing

compared to what
he will do to you.

Your husband's
wildness disturbs me

more than I can easily express.

Whereas your spirit...

My knife, please.

Slowly.

Your friend won't float.

Thank you.

Lady Clayton's finished.

A normal man can
do the impossible

to save the woman he loves.

My husband is no normal man.

You cannot go alone.

They'd consider seven a raid.

None of us would survive.

This says it's against the
law to pay natives to work.

And this is the ledger of all
the slaves taken so far.

Slave labor,
diamonds everywhere.

Rom's going to make his monarch

the richest king in the world.

Dr. Williams, you
have your evidence.

I'll take care of Rom.

Well, I have no choice.

We'd lose two days going around.

Going around what?

Mangani.

Those gorillas you
used to live with?

They're not gorillas.

Gorillas are gentle.
Mangani are not.

I never left a
friend in trouble,

or a partner in the lurch.
I'm not about to start now.

Stop calling me "doctor."
My name's George.

We'll keep your
proof safe, George.

I know.

Meet us in Boma.

If we don't make it back...

We will. With your families.

Get the books to my
grandfather in London.

Still not waiting for you.

Tell me something I didn't know.

What I wouldn't give
for a horse right now.

Why is it people
don't ride zebras?

Well, horses kick to escape.

Zebras continue
until you're dead.

"Zee-bra", "zeb-ra".
"Tom-ay-to", "to-mah-to".

It's nearly impossible
to take the wild

out of something born to it.

It seemed to have
worked with you.

Look, I feel foolish for asking,

but can you really
talk to the animals?

You're an educated man, Dr.
Williams. You tell me.

Hey!
Hey, pretty lady!

That's a male.

He's warning us to stay clear.

You're trying to tell me
those things are deadly?

If you get too close,

he'll knock you to the ground

and disembowel you with
those three-inch talons.

No ostrich is going to kill me.

Well, then try and ride him.

You'd like that, wouldn't you?

Oh...

Damn! That is one odious aroma.
Whew, god!

Keep your voice low.

Is that them?

You don't want to
do that, George.

Kill one, and the
rest won't stop

until they have
torn you to pieces.

So how do you want
to play this, then?

Their leader will come
down, and we'll fight.

You're going to
fight one of those?

Oh, I wish. I have
to fight Akut.

He was my brother once.

And now he'll consider
me a deserter.

Whatever happens,
do not interfere.

Understand?

Mmm-hmm.

Christ almighty.

That's Akut?

You sure you don't
want me to shoot him?

Promise me.

Get on your knees and bow.

Right now!

Expose your most
vulnerable parts!

You want me
to lick his nuts, too?

If you want to live.

George...

I wasn't going to!

Well, it looked like you were.

Is he coming back?

No. It was quite decisive.

If this bite gets infected,
you're going to have problems.

Then there is this.

Now you know I was not
going to lick his...

Looked like you were.

Well, I wasn't.

You aren't going anywhere until
we get this stitched up.

Are you eating them?

Taste like bacon.

Ew.

You get us a nice, fat
snake, I grub on that.

Snake's good meat. I ain't
eating no damn ant.

Well, suit yourself.

And when you're finished,

chew the flowers into a poultice

and wipe it on the
cut with a rubber.

It'll hold.

Are you aware that
you always say

you're not going to do something
right before you do it?

Yeah? Well, that's only since

I've been saddled
with your company.

How is it?

It's manageable.

Pain...

I got too much
experience with it.

The civil war was dark fighting.

But I was proud
to be part of it.

Changed me, though.

Afterward, I was a walking,
talking powder keg.

I joined up to fight
Maximilian down in Mexico.

Then worked as an
Indian fighter.

I did both those for the money.

I was young.

But that's no excuse.

Mexico was bad.

But what we did
to the Indians...

I'm no better than
those Belgians.

My old friend.

The Teke say an elephant's eyes

speak the greatest language.

What else can make you feel
so much without a word?

Is Mr. Rom ready for some more
scintillating conversation?

He was the only reason
you weren't serviced.

Serviced?

Is that what your
mother would call it?

Shut your mouth!

Stop the boat!
Stop the boat!

Turn it around!

Stop shooting!
You'll hit the girl!

That woman.

Wait!

They'll follow my tracks.
Go and get help.

Go!

Promise you won't hurt them?

No! Stop!

Please, stop!

John!

Stop! Stop it!

Stop it! Please!

Please! Please!

Come on!

Move out!

What was that?

Tarzan.

Although it sounded
different than I thought.

Better.

Schmidt-rubin.

John!

John!

Stop!

John!

Now, you feel my pain.

I'm not your enemy.

Rom's buying an army
with your jewels.

They cannot touch us!

You know nothing!

Your lands are full of diamonds.

He'll come back for them.

Your chief is under my knife!

You are under my knife!

Finish it.

Finish it!

Stop!

Your son killed the only person

who ever cared about me.

It was an animal.

She was my mother.

How was he to know?

My son was just a boy!

Not like you!

Where was your honor?

I had none.

I had none.

Can we please just stop this?

We won't get all
of you, or you us.

But Rom will.

He'll wipe you out.

Every last one of you. Like
you never even existed.

You think that's impossible?

You're looking at a man
that's seen it happen.

Rom's got the diamonds.
There's 1,000 men down there.

Twenty-thousand more on the way.

We're screwed.

Where are you going?

To get some friends.

It doesn't matter.
He's too late.

Move! Move!

Fall back!

Bring her!

Grab the diamonds.

John! No!

John!

John!

Get to the boat! Move!

We're coming! Hang on!

John?

That's the payment.

Lower the skiff,
and don't dally.

Did you see him there?
Is he down there?

1886 model Maxim machine gun.

This is way better
than my Walker colts.

Mr. Rom!

Mr. Frum, you portly coward!

Come and get your diamonds!

Farewell, sweet lord.

Take Tarzan with you.

The future belongs to me.

What was that?

Mating call.

Tarzan!

Tarzan!

John!

John!

We're not going to Wade
into that mess for free.

Raise the anchor!

Ain't this a hell of a thing?

Nice outfit there, Janey.

You look like you're
about to give me a hug.

Well, I wasn't.

Looked like you were.

An open letter
to his serene majesty,

Leopold II,

king of the Belgians.

Every charge I'm about to bring

against your majesty's

personal government of the Congo

has been carefully investigated.

We have witnesses, documents,

letters and official records

to bring to your attention
and to verify our claims

of your systematic
abuse and enslavement

of the Congolese people.

George Washington Williams.
July 18th, 1890.

They are singing
the legend of Tarzan.

For many moons,

he was thought to
be an evil spirit.

A ghost in the trees.

They speak of his power over
the animals of the jungle.

Because his spirit
came from them.

He understood them,

and learned to be
as one with them.