Hart to Hart (1979–1984): Season 4, Episode 11 - Hunted Harts - full transcript
Max: This is my
boss, Jonathan Hart,
a self-made millionaire.
He's quite a guy.
This is Mrs. H. She's gorgeous.
She's one lady who knows
how to take care of herself.
By the way, my name is Max.
I take care of both of
'em, which ain't easy,
'cause when they
met, it was murder.
( barks )
( intercom buzzes )
That might be New York.
Yes, Deanne?
Put him on.
It is New York.
All right, Richard,
give it to me straight.
Hey, that's great. Wonderful.
Yeah, well, when you go out
to celebrate, have one on us.
And I'll talk to you tomorrow.
And thanks again. Marvelous job.
We are the proud
owners of Atlas Aluminum.
Oh, fantastic!
Yeah. We can keep
all the factories open
and add 1,500 jobs.
Well, let's go celebrate.
Well, now the New
York end is going to 21,
but the best offer
I can give you
is a chili dog at Pink's.
( knock on door )
Man: Come in.
Sir, word just came from
the stock exchange floor.
I want you to know that our
people did their very best.
Did their best?
Mr. Davenport, we had almost
all of the Atlas stock in hand,
but the situation has changed
completely in the last eight hours
and... we lost it.
But I was Atlas's last hope.
No bank would keep them going.
I could have
gutted the factories
and reaped millions
in tax benefits.
It was Hart Industries, sir.
No!
( click )
It's empty.
( laughs )
It's a .308 caliber
and a 3 to 10 power
variable scope.
No, thank you, sir.
No, I meant put it back.
So, Jonathan Hart
bailed Atlas out, did he?
He'll lend them
the money to retool,
keep their factories open.
He has plans to expand.
He always has plans.
His plans took the offshore
fisheries away from me.
Now this.
Jonathan Hart has
cost me $5 million
in the last three years.
You'll get even, sir.
Ashby, it's time
Mr. Hart realized
that there's another jungle
besides the concrete
one he knows so well.
Take a telex to the Attertons.
To your wildlife game ranch?
Yes.
Dear Liza and Geoffrey.
Unhappily, due to
recent business reverses,
I'm unable to continue
to financially support
the River Bend
Wildlife Game Ranch.
I know that without
my funding"...
"unless you can come
up with the resources,
my suggestion is that you give
the animals back to the circus
and close the ranch
and return home."
But this is our
home. It's our life.
Yes, I'm afraid
we got out of touch
with the so-called
civilized world
with its financial
ups and downs.
Don't you worry, Greg.
You're not going back
to jump through
any more fiery hoops.
What else does it say, Geoffrey?
"If you're determined to
keep the preserve going,
the kind of backer you need
is the Jonathan Hart type.
He's experiencing great success
in the business community,
and Mrs. Hart is very active in
charities which preserve wildlife.
She's also been
published on the subject."
Who is Jonathan Hart?
He could turn out to
be our guardian angel.
Well, at least Davenport
recommended a solution.
What a character,
pulling out on us
just as mysteriously
as the day his checkbook
walked into our lives.
Just his checkbook. A
man we've never met...
We don't even know
what he looks like...
Puts us in business, and
now he puts us out of business.
Should we cable the states
and try to locate the Harts?
Why not?
After all the years we worked,
I don't fancy Buster
and the others
responding to a
whip and chair again.
Jennifer: "What we do
is take in surplus animals
from zoos and circuses
from around the world.
We have an active
breeding program,
and we care for and
breed these animals
in hopes that one day
they'll be returned
again to the wild."
I guess there's more
happening in South America
than just growing coffee.
Thanks, Max.
Oh, listen to this.
"Mr. and Mrs.
Hart, your reputation
as philanthropists and animal
lovers has preceded you.
We know Mrs. Hart has
been published on the subject,
and if you could write a
piece or two about our work,
it could generate interest and
financial support in America
for this worthwhile effort.
Warmest regards,
Mr. and Mrs. Atterton."
Am I to call the travel agent?
Darling?
Well, it is a very
interesting invitation.
- You think so?
- Mm-hmm.
Really? Great!
I can be packed in two hours.
It'll take you two hours to
say goodbye to Freeway.
Jonathan: This may seem like
a garden party to you, darling,
but let me tell you something.
It's a jungle out there.
Oh, I'm so excited.
I want everything to be
so perfect for the Harts.
It will be.
Has the west gate
been put back up?
No. The field workers
from the village are late.
I'll put them right on
it when they get here.
I'll watch for the Harts if you want
to make sure the house is all set.
Oh, great.
( trumpets )
( speaking Spanish )
Two miles.
Very good.
Look over there.
Liza! Geoffrey!
That's great! ( laughs )
There you go.
How you doing? We're the Harts.
Been expecting you.
( speaks Spanish )
- He's coming back on...
- Friday.
Good, very good.
How are you? I'm T.D. Webster.
- Jennifer, my wife.
- Nice to meet you.
How was your trip
down on the love boat?
Oh, it was wonderful.
Hello.
Welcome to River Bend, Mr. Hart.
I'm Geoffrey
Atterton. My wife Liza.
- How do you do?
- How do you do?
- This is my wife Jennifer.
- How do you do?
Oh, we're so thrilled you
could come, Mrs. Hart.
Oh, please call me Jennifer.
Jonathan: And Jonathan.
( chimp chittering )
- ( all laugh )
- Jonathan: Look at that.
Well, thank you.
The Ritz in Paris
greets you with a basket
of fruit in your room.
And please accept
our humble welcome.
Well, what's his name?
Oh, this is Mook.
Thank you, Mook.
Once you've made friends
with Mook, then you're family.
Let's get you settled in.
Yes. I'd like you to
meet our houseman.
This is Ernesto Caceres.
How do you do?
- Señor, señora.
- Ernesto.
Come on, Mook. Lead the way.
- Mr. Davenport?
- Mm-hmm?
We're only about 10 miles
from your game
ranch's main compound.
Why are we camped out here?
We are on the ranch already.
I just want to prove
that in the survival
of the fittest, I survive.
Ah, did the Harts
arrive in the launch?
And it's just the Attertons
and the Harts, huh?
Two more?
And the locals that
help with the animals?
Sounds like you
simplified matters, huh?
Oh, thank you.
Never says a word.
Yes, a most
unfortunate accident,
but I find silence a virtue.
Ashby, do you mind radioing
the launch service up north
and finding out when the
Harts are due to leave?
The Harts?
What does your trip down
here have to do with them?
Well, I'm joining up with
them for a big game hunt.
Elephants? Cheetahs?
Nothing on four legs, no.
I'm after the
two-legged species.
Don't look scared, Ashby.
You're not the target.
The Harts are the sport?
Your own words, Ashby.
"You'll get even." Remember?
A toast to your
first night with us.
We're so delighted
to have you here.
And we're delighted to be here.
Delighted! Delighted!
Oh.
He speaks perfect English.
Well, it should be.
We bought him at
Harrah's in London
about eight years ago.
What kind of bird is that?
It's a sulfur crested cockatoo.
His name's Freddy.
How did you find T.D.?
He seems to be
very knowledgeable.
Well, he's working
towards his PhD.
A professor friend of mine
recommended him to us.
He wanted to come
to dinner tonight,
but the winds blew
down a gate last night,
so he's out shoring it up.
Geoffrey: Well, how
about tomorrow morning
we show you all the animals
here in the compound?
And then we'll head
out for three days
into the far reaches
of the ranch.
We call it the wild.
- Great.
- That sounds perfect.
Well, we certainly are
ready, aren't we, Jonathan?
- Yeah, we are.
- Jonathan! Jonathan!
( laughs ) He learns fast.
( laughs )
Well, here's to you
two and to the wild.
Ahh.
To the wild.
This is MCR-6475.
Request for urgent
police frequency.
MCR-6475, go to channel 509.
Give me emergency
clearance to police.
You're signing off, Ashby.
I told you I find
silence a virtue.
I've never killed a
two-legged species before.
I suppose I'd better get
used to the experience.
Ah, the quiet.
Isn't it wonderful?
( gunshot )
Jonathan: Well,
that was a gunshot.
Liza: Oh, the sound
travels like crazy out here.
It's just probably
some local hunter.
Nothing to worry about. Maybe...
Maybe T.D. just found
something unfriendly.
We live with this sort
of thing all the time.
Perhaps you two
would like some rest.
Why don't you just retire
and we'll see
you at first light.
Good idea.
Well, thank you
for a lovely dinner.
At first light then.
Good night.
See you in the morning.
Jonathan! Jonathan!
( squawks )
What if that was T.D.?
Geoffrey, you've
got to stop worrying.
The last 24 hours are
giving me cause to worry.
We should have said
something to the Harts.
But we don't want to
dampen their first night with us.
And we need them, Geoffrey.
It's just so important that
we put our best foot forward.
I'm going to stay up for T.D.
Maybe he's got some information
about what became
of our field workers.
Try not to be too late.
Tomorrow we have
to show the Harts
the best time of their lives.
Good night.
It's a mosquito net.
I know it's a mosquito net.
All you have to do is pull
the string to get it down.
- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.
You try it.
Oh, darling, it's very simple.
Just pull this little string,
and the whole thing
comes down. Look.
I've done it a hundred times.
It's very, very simple.
You just reach under
and pull the string...
Whoa!
( laughs )
I knew sooner or later
somebody would
drop a net over you.
You okay in there? Huh?
What's her name?
Oh, this is Noel. She's a tigon.
A tigon?
Well, her father
is a Siberian tiger,
her mother is an
African lioness,
and it's really very, very rare
because it can only
happen in captivity.
She speaks both lion and tiger,
and as you can see, her stripes
are brown rather than black,
and they're very subtle.
And she's quite unique.
What about this one? What's...
Oh, this is our little
three-year-old Siberian tiger.
That's amazing. How
much does he eat?
Too much.
( all laugh )
Excuse me, Señor Atterton.
And this is Nancy lioness.
No one at the
village has seen T.D.
I see.
Would you rather postpone
the trip until you find him?
No, no, he'll be
fine. Follow me.
I'll be with you in a minute.
Okay.
I know it's not very original.
We call him Jumbo.
Hi, Jumbo.
Well, he is very
jumbo, isn't he?
Where's he from?
Oh, Asia, originally,
and then from a
circus in Europe.
He's taken to home here.
So much so that we're
thinking of getting him a female
so he'll not only
survive, but multiply.
You've done a
beautiful job here.
Are you ready for your
three days in the wild?
Oh, we have enough
film for three months.
We'll be going to the
far reaches of the ranch.
A word of caution.
We have natural boundaries
like rivers and so on
to keep the animals
under our control,
but these are wild animals.
You mean it's a
jungle out there.
Precisely.
( elephant trumpets )
He's magnificent.
He's African.
How far down river
did you say the black chap
discovered Ashby's body?
Three miles.
I was looking for a way
to bring the Harts
this way quickly.
No, this is my problem.
( cawing )
T.D.?
Geoffrey?
Geoff, T.D.'s coming.
What's the matter with him?
Oh!
That spear is not
from this region
or this continent.
How did it get here?
I don't know how or why,
but we're cutting
this trip short.
I'll radio the consulate when
we get back to the compound.
You and Jennifer go and load up.
I'll give you a hand.
Thanks.
Jennifer, I don't
know what to say.
I don't understand.
I know.
Jonathan?
Look at this.
What's up?
Gasoline.
We're out of fuel.
This bolt's unloosened.
Well, didn't we lay
on another gas can?
Yes. I put one in myself.
It's gone.
First T.D. and now this.
A pattern is beginning to form.
Anything else to this pattern?
I suppose we should
have told you before,
but we needed your
backing for the ranch so badly.
We never meant you any harm.
When did the trouble begin?
Well, it started
when we got word
from Winston Davenport
that he was cutting
off our funds.
The Winston Davenport?
Do you know him?
Well, I've had some rather
intense business dealings
with him over the past years,
but I don't know
the man personally.
Neither do we. In fact,
we've never even met him.
But he's the man who's
been funding our ranch.
I mean, it's on his recommendation
that we invited you down here.
Well, we'd better get a move on.
We can walk until nightfall.
How long will it take us to
get back to the compound?
Oh, about 48 hours.
But first I've got
to take care of T.D.
Smoke.
Could be a campfire.
We don't permit strangers
to wander around
the ranch grounds.
Yes, but that stranger
may have transportation.
Or a radio. Come on.
Anyone here?
Hello?
Hello?
I'm afraid you have me
at a distinct disadvantage.
We ran out of gas.
Davenport: Well, how
unfortunate for you,
but most fortunate for me.
The sight of company
is a Godsend.
We are the Attertons.
From the Wildlife Game Ranch.
I'm Charles
Teegarden, and I fear
I may have mistakenly
strayed onto your property.
Nevertheless, how do you do?
These are our good
friends the Harts.
We're happy to meet you.
And I you, sir. And I you.
Thank you.
Superb dinner, Charles.
I don't know how
you do it out here.
The secret is I
don't do it out here.
The duck pates and
andouille sausage
all put up for me at
Le Toile in New York.
Oh.
Cheers.
Cheers.
You don't come out
here to hunt, Charles.
Not in the traditional sense.
I love it out here.
As a child, my father took
me big game hunting in India.
I was 11 when a friendly
Bengal tiger gave me this.
You know, Mr. and Mrs.
Hart, there isn't an animal alive
that can give me
enough of a challenge.
It occurred to me that
I got them all save one.
Oh? Which one is that?
The most dangerous animal...
the human animal.
Human?
Just a joke.
You needn't fear, Mrs. Hart.
Women are sacred to me.
One doesn't kill
the female animal.
Please, another drink.
Liza?
I insist.
I needed to keep
them quiet for a little bit.
Winston Davenport,
at your service.
You're Winston Davenport?
We waged too many
battles coast to coast.
At last we meet face to face.
I don't have any ax to grind
about the Atlas deal
or the fishing properties.
How quickly you recall
the many times you've
beaten and embarrassed me.
Now let's see how well you fare
when the home court
advantage is mine.
What are you
going to do with us?
I want to hunt you.
But only you, Mr. Hart.
The female is
for after the hunt.
This is yours, Mr. Hart.
Your launch is due to pick
you up in 24 hours time.
If you make it back there alive,
you're a free man.
Shall the sport commence?
Sport? What sort of sport?
You'll shoot him the
minute he turns his back.
Mr. Hart, I read you've
been on safari before.
You look fit, sir.
Added to that, I'll give
you a six-hour head start.
It's midnight now.
I won't set out after
you till 6 AM dawn.
I'm not going without my wife.
Mr. Hart, she'll slow you down.
We differ in our opinions
about the female animal.
You're gonna have
to shoot me right here
if she doesn't go with me.
Hardly sport.
Hardly.
Very well. Go, both of you.
Consider the game tied at
the end of regulation play.
Now, sir, we go
into sudden death.
Your service.
Isn't this the stream we drank
out of on the way down here?
I think so.
Then we must be going
in the right direction.
He'll be starting out
in about three hours.
If he waits till dawn.
We're not gonna wait that long.
It's cold-blooded murder
to leave us out here like this.
Pity you strayed from the
relative safety of your compound.
I should say my compound.
I'm Winston Davenport.
What?
Gordo, come on.
( animal growling )
Let's not wait around
and see if he orders dessert.
They're heading
for the compound.
Tracks are three hours old.
Unfortunately for them,
a roundabout route, eh?
Try and get one hand loose.
I can't. It's no use.
All right, let's try
and get into the tent.
How?
We could die of
dehydration out here.
Roll.
That way, huh?
( trumpeting )
Oh!
Oh!
I think we lost him.
Let's go this way.
Wait a minute. This tree.
We're just going
around in circles.
Yeah. It's almost noon.
I've got an idea. Come on.
When I was in the Boy Scouts...
Help me lift this.
We learned how to
make booby traps.
Now...
Darling, go over there
and pull on that other vine.
Okay, go.
Wait.
Remember when we were in Africa?
Like the Gold Coast guillotine.
Now let me see if I can
thread this over here.
I think you've
almost got this one.
Hold still if you can.
Oh, there, you
did it. You did it.
We'll never catch up
to Davenport in time.
If he has our reserve
can of petrol here.
Hurry!
- Darling?
- Yeah?
How's this thing gonna work?
Well, Davenport's bound
to come down this trail.
Hopefully, he'll
step on this vine,
which is connected
to the end of the trunk.
The tree will
fall on top of him.
Now what we need
is something to lure
Davenport underneath the tree.
Wait a minute.
I've got something.
Oh, that's great.
Let's watch this
from over there.
( snake rattling )
He's getting close.
He's going right to it.
Stop!
All these tracks are fresh.
And so many of them.
With all the head
start I gave them,
why did they spend
so much time here, eh?
Not bad, Mr. and Mrs. Hart.
Not bad at all.
( gunshot )
We're trapped.
Did you see "Butch Cassidy
and the Sundance Kid?"
That won't work.
How do you like
my jungle, Mr. Hart?
Jonathan!
Jonathan!
Oh! ( sobs )
If I floor the accelerator,
we can make the
compound in four hours.
I wonder what
Davenport's done with them.
I can't say and I'd
rather not dwell on it.
Here.
We'll radio the American
consulate for assistance
when we get back.
Sorry about taking
you the long way home,
but the direct route across
the plains is in 130-degree heat.
No one survives it.
Come on, on you go.
Look, there's Jonathan.
( horn honks )
Have you seen Jennifer?
We thought she was with you.
Are you all right?
Yeah, we were up at
the head of the river.
What happened?
I got into a fight with Gordo.
Davenport shot him
and he went over
the side of the cliff.
I fell into the river.
You remember what he said
about the female after the hunt?
I think he's taking
her to his compound.
Well, be grateful you're alive.
Let's go, Geoffrey.
If you don't do
anything foolish,
I won't have to lock you in.
By foolish, you mean what?
Escape.
But where would you go?
The jungle? And to whom?
I'm not asking you to like me.
I only want your companionship
while we're here alone.
Entré.
We'll go the rest
of the way by foot.
I'll see about provisions.
But one false move...
I'm disappointed in you.
Sit down.
Put your arms around your back.
Come on.
Huh?
( squawk )
Hi, Fred.
Jonathan! ( squawk )
No, it's Jennifer.
Jennifer.
( squawk ) Jonathan! Jonathan!
Jonathan.
Oh, darling.
I thought you were dead.
I was almost. Where is he?
( door closes )
He's coming.
Pretend like
you're still tied up.
I'll wait behind the door.
Just before sunset.
My favorite time of
the day, Mrs. Hart.
You're one brandy short.
Mr. Hart.
Be careful!
Grab the gun! Shoot it!
Shoot him!
Ah, Mr. Davenport was right.
It is the survival
of the fittest.
Oh, darling, just think of it.
Only a few days ago, we
were lying under the stars
with all the wild
animals around us.
Wasn't it great?
Oh, don't tell me.
You'd like to go back?
Yeah, I guess a
part of me would.
But the other part of me
is very happy to be home
and in our own bed.
Oh, me, too.
If there's one
thing I could use,
it's a good night's sleep.
Oh, you know something?
You were just
wonderful in the jungle,
swinging around on
that vine like Tarzan.
( laughs )
It made me feel just like Jane.
Hey, Tarzan?
( imitates chimp ) Ooh, ooh.
Come on, Tarzan.
Ooh, ooh.
Good night, Tarzan.
boss, Jonathan Hart,
a self-made millionaire.
He's quite a guy.
This is Mrs. H. She's gorgeous.
She's one lady who knows
how to take care of herself.
By the way, my name is Max.
I take care of both of
'em, which ain't easy,
'cause when they
met, it was murder.
( barks )
( intercom buzzes )
That might be New York.
Yes, Deanne?
Put him on.
It is New York.
All right, Richard,
give it to me straight.
Hey, that's great. Wonderful.
Yeah, well, when you go out
to celebrate, have one on us.
And I'll talk to you tomorrow.
And thanks again. Marvelous job.
We are the proud
owners of Atlas Aluminum.
Oh, fantastic!
Yeah. We can keep
all the factories open
and add 1,500 jobs.
Well, let's go celebrate.
Well, now the New
York end is going to 21,
but the best offer
I can give you
is a chili dog at Pink's.
( knock on door )
Man: Come in.
Sir, word just came from
the stock exchange floor.
I want you to know that our
people did their very best.
Did their best?
Mr. Davenport, we had almost
all of the Atlas stock in hand,
but the situation has changed
completely in the last eight hours
and... we lost it.
But I was Atlas's last hope.
No bank would keep them going.
I could have
gutted the factories
and reaped millions
in tax benefits.
It was Hart Industries, sir.
No!
( click )
It's empty.
( laughs )
It's a .308 caliber
and a 3 to 10 power
variable scope.
No, thank you, sir.
No, I meant put it back.
So, Jonathan Hart
bailed Atlas out, did he?
He'll lend them
the money to retool,
keep their factories open.
He has plans to expand.
He always has plans.
His plans took the offshore
fisheries away from me.
Now this.
Jonathan Hart has
cost me $5 million
in the last three years.
You'll get even, sir.
Ashby, it's time
Mr. Hart realized
that there's another jungle
besides the concrete
one he knows so well.
Take a telex to the Attertons.
To your wildlife game ranch?
Yes.
Dear Liza and Geoffrey.
Unhappily, due to
recent business reverses,
I'm unable to continue
to financially support
the River Bend
Wildlife Game Ranch.
I know that without
my funding"...
"unless you can come
up with the resources,
my suggestion is that you give
the animals back to the circus
and close the ranch
and return home."
But this is our
home. It's our life.
Yes, I'm afraid
we got out of touch
with the so-called
civilized world
with its financial
ups and downs.
Don't you worry, Greg.
You're not going back
to jump through
any more fiery hoops.
What else does it say, Geoffrey?
"If you're determined to
keep the preserve going,
the kind of backer you need
is the Jonathan Hart type.
He's experiencing great success
in the business community,
and Mrs. Hart is very active in
charities which preserve wildlife.
She's also been
published on the subject."
Who is Jonathan Hart?
He could turn out to
be our guardian angel.
Well, at least Davenport
recommended a solution.
What a character,
pulling out on us
just as mysteriously
as the day his checkbook
walked into our lives.
Just his checkbook. A
man we've never met...
We don't even know
what he looks like...
Puts us in business, and
now he puts us out of business.
Should we cable the states
and try to locate the Harts?
Why not?
After all the years we worked,
I don't fancy Buster
and the others
responding to a
whip and chair again.
Jennifer: "What we do
is take in surplus animals
from zoos and circuses
from around the world.
We have an active
breeding program,
and we care for and
breed these animals
in hopes that one day
they'll be returned
again to the wild."
I guess there's more
happening in South America
than just growing coffee.
Thanks, Max.
Oh, listen to this.
"Mr. and Mrs.
Hart, your reputation
as philanthropists and animal
lovers has preceded you.
We know Mrs. Hart has
been published on the subject,
and if you could write a
piece or two about our work,
it could generate interest and
financial support in America
for this worthwhile effort.
Warmest regards,
Mr. and Mrs. Atterton."
Am I to call the travel agent?
Darling?
Well, it is a very
interesting invitation.
- You think so?
- Mm-hmm.
Really? Great!
I can be packed in two hours.
It'll take you two hours to
say goodbye to Freeway.
Jonathan: This may seem like
a garden party to you, darling,
but let me tell you something.
It's a jungle out there.
Oh, I'm so excited.
I want everything to be
so perfect for the Harts.
It will be.
Has the west gate
been put back up?
No. The field workers
from the village are late.
I'll put them right on
it when they get here.
I'll watch for the Harts if you want
to make sure the house is all set.
Oh, great.
( trumpets )
( speaking Spanish )
Two miles.
Very good.
Look over there.
Liza! Geoffrey!
That's great! ( laughs )
There you go.
How you doing? We're the Harts.
Been expecting you.
( speaks Spanish )
- He's coming back on...
- Friday.
Good, very good.
How are you? I'm T.D. Webster.
- Jennifer, my wife.
- Nice to meet you.
How was your trip
down on the love boat?
Oh, it was wonderful.
Hello.
Welcome to River Bend, Mr. Hart.
I'm Geoffrey
Atterton. My wife Liza.
- How do you do?
- How do you do?
- This is my wife Jennifer.
- How do you do?
Oh, we're so thrilled you
could come, Mrs. Hart.
Oh, please call me Jennifer.
Jonathan: And Jonathan.
( chimp chittering )
- ( all laugh )
- Jonathan: Look at that.
Well, thank you.
The Ritz in Paris
greets you with a basket
of fruit in your room.
And please accept
our humble welcome.
Well, what's his name?
Oh, this is Mook.
Thank you, Mook.
Once you've made friends
with Mook, then you're family.
Let's get you settled in.
Yes. I'd like you to
meet our houseman.
This is Ernesto Caceres.
How do you do?
- Señor, señora.
- Ernesto.
Come on, Mook. Lead the way.
- Mr. Davenport?
- Mm-hmm?
We're only about 10 miles
from your game
ranch's main compound.
Why are we camped out here?
We are on the ranch already.
I just want to prove
that in the survival
of the fittest, I survive.
Ah, did the Harts
arrive in the launch?
And it's just the Attertons
and the Harts, huh?
Two more?
And the locals that
help with the animals?
Sounds like you
simplified matters, huh?
Oh, thank you.
Never says a word.
Yes, a most
unfortunate accident,
but I find silence a virtue.
Ashby, do you mind radioing
the launch service up north
and finding out when the
Harts are due to leave?
The Harts?
What does your trip down
here have to do with them?
Well, I'm joining up with
them for a big game hunt.
Elephants? Cheetahs?
Nothing on four legs, no.
I'm after the
two-legged species.
Don't look scared, Ashby.
You're not the target.
The Harts are the sport?
Your own words, Ashby.
"You'll get even." Remember?
A toast to your
first night with us.
We're so delighted
to have you here.
And we're delighted to be here.
Delighted! Delighted!
Oh.
He speaks perfect English.
Well, it should be.
We bought him at
Harrah's in London
about eight years ago.
What kind of bird is that?
It's a sulfur crested cockatoo.
His name's Freddy.
How did you find T.D.?
He seems to be
very knowledgeable.
Well, he's working
towards his PhD.
A professor friend of mine
recommended him to us.
He wanted to come
to dinner tonight,
but the winds blew
down a gate last night,
so he's out shoring it up.
Geoffrey: Well, how
about tomorrow morning
we show you all the animals
here in the compound?
And then we'll head
out for three days
into the far reaches
of the ranch.
We call it the wild.
- Great.
- That sounds perfect.
Well, we certainly are
ready, aren't we, Jonathan?
- Yeah, we are.
- Jonathan! Jonathan!
( laughs ) He learns fast.
( laughs )
Well, here's to you
two and to the wild.
Ahh.
To the wild.
This is MCR-6475.
Request for urgent
police frequency.
MCR-6475, go to channel 509.
Give me emergency
clearance to police.
You're signing off, Ashby.
I told you I find
silence a virtue.
I've never killed a
two-legged species before.
I suppose I'd better get
used to the experience.
Ah, the quiet.
Isn't it wonderful?
( gunshot )
Jonathan: Well,
that was a gunshot.
Liza: Oh, the sound
travels like crazy out here.
It's just probably
some local hunter.
Nothing to worry about. Maybe...
Maybe T.D. just found
something unfriendly.
We live with this sort
of thing all the time.
Perhaps you two
would like some rest.
Why don't you just retire
and we'll see
you at first light.
Good idea.
Well, thank you
for a lovely dinner.
At first light then.
Good night.
See you in the morning.
Jonathan! Jonathan!
( squawks )
What if that was T.D.?
Geoffrey, you've
got to stop worrying.
The last 24 hours are
giving me cause to worry.
We should have said
something to the Harts.
But we don't want to
dampen their first night with us.
And we need them, Geoffrey.
It's just so important that
we put our best foot forward.
I'm going to stay up for T.D.
Maybe he's got some information
about what became
of our field workers.
Try not to be too late.
Tomorrow we have
to show the Harts
the best time of their lives.
Good night.
It's a mosquito net.
I know it's a mosquito net.
All you have to do is pull
the string to get it down.
- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.
You try it.
Oh, darling, it's very simple.
Just pull this little string,
and the whole thing
comes down. Look.
I've done it a hundred times.
It's very, very simple.
You just reach under
and pull the string...
Whoa!
( laughs )
I knew sooner or later
somebody would
drop a net over you.
You okay in there? Huh?
What's her name?
Oh, this is Noel. She's a tigon.
A tigon?
Well, her father
is a Siberian tiger,
her mother is an
African lioness,
and it's really very, very rare
because it can only
happen in captivity.
She speaks both lion and tiger,
and as you can see, her stripes
are brown rather than black,
and they're very subtle.
And she's quite unique.
What about this one? What's...
Oh, this is our little
three-year-old Siberian tiger.
That's amazing. How
much does he eat?
Too much.
( all laugh )
Excuse me, Señor Atterton.
And this is Nancy lioness.
No one at the
village has seen T.D.
I see.
Would you rather postpone
the trip until you find him?
No, no, he'll be
fine. Follow me.
I'll be with you in a minute.
Okay.
I know it's not very original.
We call him Jumbo.
Hi, Jumbo.
Well, he is very
jumbo, isn't he?
Where's he from?
Oh, Asia, originally,
and then from a
circus in Europe.
He's taken to home here.
So much so that we're
thinking of getting him a female
so he'll not only
survive, but multiply.
You've done a
beautiful job here.
Are you ready for your
three days in the wild?
Oh, we have enough
film for three months.
We'll be going to the
far reaches of the ranch.
A word of caution.
We have natural boundaries
like rivers and so on
to keep the animals
under our control,
but these are wild animals.
You mean it's a
jungle out there.
Precisely.
( elephant trumpets )
He's magnificent.
He's African.
How far down river
did you say the black chap
discovered Ashby's body?
Three miles.
I was looking for a way
to bring the Harts
this way quickly.
No, this is my problem.
( cawing )
T.D.?
Geoffrey?
Geoff, T.D.'s coming.
What's the matter with him?
Oh!
That spear is not
from this region
or this continent.
How did it get here?
I don't know how or why,
but we're cutting
this trip short.
I'll radio the consulate when
we get back to the compound.
You and Jennifer go and load up.
I'll give you a hand.
Thanks.
Jennifer, I don't
know what to say.
I don't understand.
I know.
Jonathan?
Look at this.
What's up?
Gasoline.
We're out of fuel.
This bolt's unloosened.
Well, didn't we lay
on another gas can?
Yes. I put one in myself.
It's gone.
First T.D. and now this.
A pattern is beginning to form.
Anything else to this pattern?
I suppose we should
have told you before,
but we needed your
backing for the ranch so badly.
We never meant you any harm.
When did the trouble begin?
Well, it started
when we got word
from Winston Davenport
that he was cutting
off our funds.
The Winston Davenport?
Do you know him?
Well, I've had some rather
intense business dealings
with him over the past years,
but I don't know
the man personally.
Neither do we. In fact,
we've never even met him.
But he's the man who's
been funding our ranch.
I mean, it's on his recommendation
that we invited you down here.
Well, we'd better get a move on.
We can walk until nightfall.
How long will it take us to
get back to the compound?
Oh, about 48 hours.
But first I've got
to take care of T.D.
Smoke.
Could be a campfire.
We don't permit strangers
to wander around
the ranch grounds.
Yes, but that stranger
may have transportation.
Or a radio. Come on.
Anyone here?
Hello?
Hello?
I'm afraid you have me
at a distinct disadvantage.
We ran out of gas.
Davenport: Well, how
unfortunate for you,
but most fortunate for me.
The sight of company
is a Godsend.
We are the Attertons.
From the Wildlife Game Ranch.
I'm Charles
Teegarden, and I fear
I may have mistakenly
strayed onto your property.
Nevertheless, how do you do?
These are our good
friends the Harts.
We're happy to meet you.
And I you, sir. And I you.
Thank you.
Superb dinner, Charles.
I don't know how
you do it out here.
The secret is I
don't do it out here.
The duck pates and
andouille sausage
all put up for me at
Le Toile in New York.
Oh.
Cheers.
Cheers.
You don't come out
here to hunt, Charles.
Not in the traditional sense.
I love it out here.
As a child, my father took
me big game hunting in India.
I was 11 when a friendly
Bengal tiger gave me this.
You know, Mr. and Mrs.
Hart, there isn't an animal alive
that can give me
enough of a challenge.
It occurred to me that
I got them all save one.
Oh? Which one is that?
The most dangerous animal...
the human animal.
Human?
Just a joke.
You needn't fear, Mrs. Hart.
Women are sacred to me.
One doesn't kill
the female animal.
Please, another drink.
Liza?
I insist.
I needed to keep
them quiet for a little bit.
Winston Davenport,
at your service.
You're Winston Davenport?
We waged too many
battles coast to coast.
At last we meet face to face.
I don't have any ax to grind
about the Atlas deal
or the fishing properties.
How quickly you recall
the many times you've
beaten and embarrassed me.
Now let's see how well you fare
when the home court
advantage is mine.
What are you
going to do with us?
I want to hunt you.
But only you, Mr. Hart.
The female is
for after the hunt.
This is yours, Mr. Hart.
Your launch is due to pick
you up in 24 hours time.
If you make it back there alive,
you're a free man.
Shall the sport commence?
Sport? What sort of sport?
You'll shoot him the
minute he turns his back.
Mr. Hart, I read you've
been on safari before.
You look fit, sir.
Added to that, I'll give
you a six-hour head start.
It's midnight now.
I won't set out after
you till 6 AM dawn.
I'm not going without my wife.
Mr. Hart, she'll slow you down.
We differ in our opinions
about the female animal.
You're gonna have
to shoot me right here
if she doesn't go with me.
Hardly sport.
Hardly.
Very well. Go, both of you.
Consider the game tied at
the end of regulation play.
Now, sir, we go
into sudden death.
Your service.
Isn't this the stream we drank
out of on the way down here?
I think so.
Then we must be going
in the right direction.
He'll be starting out
in about three hours.
If he waits till dawn.
We're not gonna wait that long.
It's cold-blooded murder
to leave us out here like this.
Pity you strayed from the
relative safety of your compound.
I should say my compound.
I'm Winston Davenport.
What?
Gordo, come on.
( animal growling )
Let's not wait around
and see if he orders dessert.
They're heading
for the compound.
Tracks are three hours old.
Unfortunately for them,
a roundabout route, eh?
Try and get one hand loose.
I can't. It's no use.
All right, let's try
and get into the tent.
How?
We could die of
dehydration out here.
Roll.
That way, huh?
( trumpeting )
Oh!
Oh!
I think we lost him.
Let's go this way.
Wait a minute. This tree.
We're just going
around in circles.
Yeah. It's almost noon.
I've got an idea. Come on.
When I was in the Boy Scouts...
Help me lift this.
We learned how to
make booby traps.
Now...
Darling, go over there
and pull on that other vine.
Okay, go.
Wait.
Remember when we were in Africa?
Like the Gold Coast guillotine.
Now let me see if I can
thread this over here.
I think you've
almost got this one.
Hold still if you can.
Oh, there, you
did it. You did it.
We'll never catch up
to Davenport in time.
If he has our reserve
can of petrol here.
Hurry!
- Darling?
- Yeah?
How's this thing gonna work?
Well, Davenport's bound
to come down this trail.
Hopefully, he'll
step on this vine,
which is connected
to the end of the trunk.
The tree will
fall on top of him.
Now what we need
is something to lure
Davenport underneath the tree.
Wait a minute.
I've got something.
Oh, that's great.
Let's watch this
from over there.
( snake rattling )
He's getting close.
He's going right to it.
Stop!
All these tracks are fresh.
And so many of them.
With all the head
start I gave them,
why did they spend
so much time here, eh?
Not bad, Mr. and Mrs. Hart.
Not bad at all.
( gunshot )
We're trapped.
Did you see "Butch Cassidy
and the Sundance Kid?"
That won't work.
How do you like
my jungle, Mr. Hart?
Jonathan!
Jonathan!
Oh! ( sobs )
If I floor the accelerator,
we can make the
compound in four hours.
I wonder what
Davenport's done with them.
I can't say and I'd
rather not dwell on it.
Here.
We'll radio the American
consulate for assistance
when we get back.
Sorry about taking
you the long way home,
but the direct route across
the plains is in 130-degree heat.
No one survives it.
Come on, on you go.
Look, there's Jonathan.
( horn honks )
Have you seen Jennifer?
We thought she was with you.
Are you all right?
Yeah, we were up at
the head of the river.
What happened?
I got into a fight with Gordo.
Davenport shot him
and he went over
the side of the cliff.
I fell into the river.
You remember what he said
about the female after the hunt?
I think he's taking
her to his compound.
Well, be grateful you're alive.
Let's go, Geoffrey.
If you don't do
anything foolish,
I won't have to lock you in.
By foolish, you mean what?
Escape.
But where would you go?
The jungle? And to whom?
I'm not asking you to like me.
I only want your companionship
while we're here alone.
Entré.
We'll go the rest
of the way by foot.
I'll see about provisions.
But one false move...
I'm disappointed in you.
Sit down.
Put your arms around your back.
Come on.
Huh?
( squawk )
Hi, Fred.
Jonathan! ( squawk )
No, it's Jennifer.
Jennifer.
( squawk ) Jonathan! Jonathan!
Jonathan.
Oh, darling.
I thought you were dead.
I was almost. Where is he?
( door closes )
He's coming.
Pretend like
you're still tied up.
I'll wait behind the door.
Just before sunset.
My favorite time of
the day, Mrs. Hart.
You're one brandy short.
Mr. Hart.
Be careful!
Grab the gun! Shoot it!
Shoot him!
Ah, Mr. Davenport was right.
It is the survival
of the fittest.
Oh, darling, just think of it.
Only a few days ago, we
were lying under the stars
with all the wild
animals around us.
Wasn't it great?
Oh, don't tell me.
You'd like to go back?
Yeah, I guess a
part of me would.
But the other part of me
is very happy to be home
and in our own bed.
Oh, me, too.
If there's one
thing I could use,
it's a good night's sleep.
Oh, you know something?
You were just
wonderful in the jungle,
swinging around on
that vine like Tarzan.
( laughs )
It made me feel just like Jane.
Hey, Tarzan?
( imitates chimp ) Ooh, ooh.
Come on, Tarzan.
Ooh, ooh.
Good night, Tarzan.