Mighty Joe Young Page #4

is offering, Jill.

Consider it.

That's all I ask.

- Leaving?

- Yeah, I'm heading up into the mountains.

See if I can throw

some of those dirtbags off Joe's trail.

- Think it will work?

- Not for long.

I'm just tryin' to buy you some time.

I suggest you get Joe as deep into the

jungle as you can, as fast as you can.

- Okay.

- Okay what?

- Okay, we'll go with you.

- We?

Me and Joe, we'll go with you to that,

that place of yours in California.

- You sure about this?

- No, I'm absolutely not sure about this.

- But I'll do this on one condition.

- Name it.

- I'm in charge of Joe.

- Done.

- "Done"?

- Done.

- Just like that?

- Just...

- You're not very trusting, are you?

- No, I'm not.

It must be tough for you, then,

trying to measure me up...

- trying to decide if I'm full of it or...

- Or just a fool?

I guess we'll just have to

figure it out as we go along.

Look, what do you want me to say?

You'll be in charge of Joe. Okay?

Come on.

We'll shake on it.

I don't shake. That's not how

we make pacts around here.

All right, how do you

make pacts around here?

You have to endure a bite

from a Makiki spider.

- A what?

- You'll have a high fever, hallucinations.

You'll say things, lots of things.

I'll hear what's in your heart.

Then, if your intentions prove true,

then we have a pact.

Spider bite and hallucinations?

That's right.

Then you'll trust me to take you

and Joe to California with me?

Absolutely.

Well, what do you say?

I say that's the biggest load of crap

I ever heard in my whole life.

Maybe you're not a fool after all.

Get your things together fast.

We're gettin' out of here

as soon as we can.

Makiki spider.

I don't know what else to do, Joe.

I just want you to be safe.

- You think he's okay back there?

- He's doing fine.

Okay.

I'm sorry.

I'm just a little tense.

You think he's okay back there?

- I think he's okay back there.

- Good.

So this is L.A., huh?

Everything looks the same.

- How do you know where you are?

- It's easy.

The ocean's that way,

the mountains are that way...

Mexico's that way

and Canada's that-a-way.

You don't have to worry about the rest.

You'll never see it through the smog.

Maybe you'd better check and see

if Joe's okay back there.

Mom! M-Mom!

Main gate to Dr. Banks.

They're pulling up now.

I copy that. Okay, everybody!

Elvis is in the building!

- He's big!

- Did you see him?

- The fun begins.

- You hear that, Harry? They smell him.

Who, Gregg or the gorilla?

All right, I'm a little confused,

O'Hara, because you phoned us...

- to say you're bringing back a 2,000-pound

animal... - Hello, Harry. Hiya, gorgeous.

- Welcome back, Gregg.

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