[explaining to George as the village sings around the campfire]
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 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. You must get to him. Since no man ever started with less.
What are you doing here?
You die, I die.
Oh. Okay, guys, come on. Let’s go, seriously. We can do that later.
You fight until one of you can’t anymore.
Or until one of you concedes.
A brave man never backs down.
Lucky for you, that wasn’t a rule when we fought.
If you go down this road, the LAPD, the FBI, the CIA… they’re all gonna come for you. They’ll find you. And they’ll stop you.
You’re one of THOSE kind of people.
What… what kind of people is that?
Can’t hang on to anything nice.
I guess I haven’t had enough practice.
Don’t worry about it. I shoulda known better. I mean… next time I’ll just take my wallet and burn it.
What we lost in the fire, we found in the ashes.
Look on the bright side. Nobody got hurt.
People got hurt.
I’m saying, I think they died quickly. So I don’t think they got hurt.
[hands Ben a pistol]
Point this end towards the bad guy.
This is not good, Mike.
Stay in here, stay down, and if anybody but me opens that door, you empty that into him.
What if you don’t come back?
Don’t jinx me.
[closes the doors]
That was inspiring…