Battle for the Planet of the Apes Page #4

When I was a boy, he was my teacher.

Let's collect our stores|and be on our way.

There it is... or was.

Like a storm at sea, but solidified

By a bomb from an armory|1,000 times the size of ours.

And nobody to keep|its owner's conscience.

This is the hell..

my forefathers used to speak about.

Do you know where we are, MacDonald?|- Yes.

Do you know where we are, MacDonald?|- Yes.

Now, this is... I mean was...|11th Avenue.

Ape Management was two|blocks east from here.

The archives section,|two blocks west...

corner of Breck and Agamon.

Get us there quickly.

The governor's very|irritable lately.

Who wouldn't be, living in this hell|of radiation for all these years?

If the bomb hadn't|killed the old governor...

boredom certainly would have.

Alma, I just want somebody|to talk to, anybody.

We are at best brave...

and at worst mad to be here.

This background radiation alone...

will give us 300 Roentgens per hour.

Meaning?

That unless we leave|this place within two hours...

we shall become inmates.

This is a ghost city.

I want to put some flesh on it.|- Radioactive flesh?

Well, we're all radiated, but at least we're active.

It's getting stronger.|We must hurry.

Oh, Governor, look!

What now?|- F-6! F-6!

Alert Mendez.

Mend... Oh. Mendez to Control Room.|Mendez to Control Room.

Mendez to Control Room

Somebody's breached|the warning system at entry F-6.

One of our scavengers.|- No. It's been locked for years.

It couldn't have been one of us.|It must have been someone else.

Well, that's impossible.|There is no one else.

We have to act quickly.

Alma.|- Yes, sir?

Work the "B" console.

Quick, Mendez.|Quick! Quick!

Oh, quicker! Faster!

Keep going.|No, no. Back.

This is the place.

That's Caesar...

come back to reconquer his kingdom.

Doesn't he know that|the bomb did that?

We're still all right.|- This way.

What's holding you up?

Smell 'em, Virgil?

Yes, but they're not the same.

Not like the others.

Come on.

Quicker!|Quicker!

There. Hold it

Can anything live|down here for long?

Oh, yes.|But in the end, not recognizably.

The black man is the brother..

of my predecessor's|personal assistant.

He supervised the archives

I don't think I know the orangutan.

Look!|- It's been there for years

The late governor had this whole|place equipped with cameras...

to forestall ape conspiracies,|as I remember.

Hmm. Archives...

We haven't been in|there since, uh...

I wonder what the devil|they want in there.

We'll find the tape|that we're looking for...

under the heading of|"Presidential Commission."

"Proceedings of|the Presidential Commission...

"on Alien Visitors..

Is this it?|- Let's see.

Yes, that's it.|Now, if this thing works...

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