Mighty Joe Young

Jill! Jill!

Jill, what did I tell you?

- But Joe started it.

- Well, it's not good for them to interact with us.

Besides, that wasn't Joe,

that was Marley.

- No, it wasn't. It was Joe.

- Joe is just a baby, Jill.

- He's too big to be Joe.

- Check. Check the pictures.

Hey. I said into bed.

I am in bed.

Jill, what made you think

that that gorilla we saw today was Joe?

- I was right, wasn't I?

- Yeah.

My notes say that Joe

is only six months old.

Either I got confused

or Joe is a very unusual gorilla.

- I told you so.

- Yeah, you did.

And Mommy's gonna write in her journal

that my trusted colleague, Dr. Jill Young...

showed me the error of my ways.

Now go to sleep.

Excuse me, Doctor.

- Night, Kweli.

- Good night, Jilly.

- What is it, Kweli?

- You must come quickly.

- Mommy, can I come?

- Stay here, sweetheart.

- But I want to go.

- No, no, no, no, no, no. No.

You stay here, child.

- Poachers.

- East of the village.

They're at it again.

N'Gai Zamu.

Mystical monsters.

There is only one thing you should be

afraid of on this mountain...

and it's staring you right in the face.

Gorilla. Fresh.

We're close.

We've gotta stop them.

Everybody spread out.

- Get the baby.

- Give me the bag.

Don't worry.

We want you alive.

Garth!

Garth! Kill him!

Joe!

Give me the gun!

Joe? Shh! Shh! Shh! Shh!

She's got to be here somewhere.

The woman's

got that damn devil with her.

But I think you might have shot her.

These people want to live like heroes.

Let them die like heroes.

Oh! Oh! That little demon took off

my thumb and trigger finger.

What if you shot the woman?

We should help her.

No. Let's get out of here.

Yeah. That looks bad. Better get back

before you bleed to death.

I will kill this little monkey.

I swear I will kill him!

- You'll never play the violin again, that's for sure.

- Shut up!

- Mommy!

- Jill.

Mommy!

Jill.

- Mom, there were men and they...

- I know. I know.

I know, darling. I know.

Are you okay, Mommy?

Oh, look who's here.

Hello, Joe.

- He's scared.

- I know.

Poor baby.

He lost his mommy tonight.

He needs someone to protect him.

Will you do that for me?

Promise me you'll protect him.

I promise.

Jill! Jill!

Come on, Joe. Come on.

- You must be Pindi.

- The one and only, bro. Come.

Six men, three cars. That's

everything you asked for, Mr. O'Hara.

All paid for in advance

out of Pindi's own pocket.

These guys wouldn't be poachers.

I asked for experienced trackers.

These men are the best.

I assure you, the very best.

Let's get this show on the road.

Hey, you've got a nice piece here.

What are we hunting? Elephants?

- We're not hunting anything.

- Aha. Tranquillizer darts.

I agree.

Much nicer to animals than bullets.

- Your men know how to use these, right?

- Oh, sure, boss.

We only have professionals here.

So, you tell me.

Where are we going today?

- There.

- There?

That's not such a good mountain, boss.

The men don't like it very much at all.

You see, there is a legend they believe

in that a creature lives there.

N'Gai Zamu,

sacred guardian of Mount Pangani.

They say any man who enters his domain

is never heard of again.

You know it?

How strange.

That's not, by any chance,

what you're looking for, is it, boss?

Looking for a legend?

Why would I want to do that?

What are you listening to?

Sounds.

Hmm. I understand.

Sounds of the jungle.

I know a guy, he can get you

a CD of jungle sounds cheap.

Even cheaper if you...

Come on. Come on. Let's go.

See, boss? I told you

these men were the best.

Oh!

You're a beauty.

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