The amazing story I'm about to tell you . . .
took place in the deepest and darkest parts of Africa .
¤t is the tale of a young boy from Ne¤ York ¤ho lost eve¤thing. . .
to become the King of the Jungle.
¤ut let¤ start at the beginning.
To be precise, 70 million years earlier. . .
¤hen the great dinosaurs ruled the Earth .
An American named Greystoke set up camp at the edge of the jungle.
¤e spent ¤eeks in search of the meteor,
¤hile his family enjoyed the ¤ilderness.
See, Kagira? I told you he¤¤ be back.
J.J.?
J .J ., ¤here are you?
Yeah, Mom?
Come on . Enough fu n ! It¤s time to eat. Come on, J .J .
J .J .? ¤ho¤s J .J .? My name¤s Tarzan !
Kagira gave me the name.
It¤s ape language. It means ¤ape ¤ith no fu r¤.
That makes sense, little mon key.
Hey, guys! ¤ait for Tarzan !
Greystoke ¤as financing the expedition . . .
and he had become pret¤ impatient.
Nothing. There¤ nothing here.
¤o¤. That ¤all of fog again .
My instru ments are going hay¤ire.
Okay, that¤s it. Expedition¤s over.
There¤s absolutely no sign of you r mysterious meteor here, Porter.
Great. Just great.
They ¤ould probably never find this meteor,
¤hich according to ancient fol¤lore. . .
possesses limitless po¤er and is guarded by ¤ild monkeys.
And ¤ho ¤no¤s ¤hat other amazing secrets. . .
may lay deep ¤ithin that mysterious rock.
The po¤er of the meteor is su pposed to be beyond imagination .
Joh n, ¤e have to continue ou r search .
Jim, ¤ake u p. It¤s just a local legend .
¤e¤e searched eve¤ square inch of this place.
And the reports of the 19th centu ¤ explorers?
Are the romantic fantasies of treasu re hu nters.
And this?
A lu m p of metal from a flea market in Kigali isn¤ proof.
A ¤ord of advice bet¤een friends?
Take do¤n you r tent and come back to Ne¤ York ¤ith us.
You¤e got a beautifu l ¤ife ¤aiting there, and a lovely daughter.
And they are real, Porter.
If this meteor really exists, it¤s not here.
Listen !
I¤m Tarzan .
¤hen I come back, I¤m gon na be King of the Ju ngle!
Tarzan?
He made it u p.
You r son¤s got quite the imagination . You kno¤ that?
Must get that from you r end of the gene pool.
Incorrigible dreamer, hu h?
Is there any other reason ¤hy you¤e dragged us to the end of the ¤orld?
Mom my! Daddy! Look at me!
J .J ., ¤hat... ?
-You su re you ¤ant to stay? -You still don¤ get it.
-The ju ngle¤s my life. -You take care.
Kiss Jane for me!
Joh n ! Look! Do¤n there.
A loner. A mou ntain gorilla looking for a ne¤ family.
Ve¤, ve¤ dangerous.
You don¤ ¤anna mess ¤ith that guy.
¤y the giant ¤aterfall,
¤hich had carved a deep gorge in the jungle. . .
one of the fe¤ remaining families of mountain gorillas. . .
lived in peace and harmony.
¤ut even their secluded hidea¤ay. . .
could not protect them from the ang¤ loner...
and the hunt for a family to ta¤e as his o¤n .
And so the silverbacks had to fight.
¤ook at all this volcanic activi¤!
¤o¤! This ¤asn¤ here t¤o days ago !
There¤s some kind of magnetic interference.
¤hat is this place?
¤et us ou¤a here!
-¤e¤re gonna hit the ¤all ! -I¤ll pu ll her u p!
Come on, come on ! ¤old on, eve¤one!
My God . Porter ¤as right.
Ch ris, land the bird . I¤e gotta check this out.
-I¤ll be back in an hou r. -One hou r.
It¤s getting late, okay?
This place is, I don¤ kno¤, it¤s creepy.
It¤s other¤orldly, hu h? Come on .
Hey, Tarzan, Kagira, you¤re in charge.
-Say ¤bye¤, Kagira . -Bye bye.
Kagira told me he had a bad dream last night.
Oh no. Kagira, ¤hat did you dream?
You le¤ him behind in the ju ngle.
Oh, silly Kagira . ¤e ¤ou ld never leave you behind .
You promise?
I promise.
Alice!
Alice, ¤ found it!
-Joh n? ¤hat is it? -A cave.
A cave? Are you going in there?
I have to.
I¤ll be back soon .
And as John stepped into this most inhospitable ¤orld cloaked in fog. . .
the guardian monkeys protecting the meteor for eons. . .
became more and more agitated.
This secret, ¤hich had been dormant for millions of years. . .
¤as about to be uncovered .
Joh n?
Can you hear me? ¤here are you?
¤e really have to leave.
The ground shook,
and it seemed as if all the elements ¤ere uniting. . .
to avenge the ¤ound that John had cut into the meteor.
-Joh n ! -Dad !
-¤hat happened? -Let¤s go !
¤hat happened?
Get in there!
Something¤s pu lling us do¤n !
And as the pilot battled ¤ith the raging elements. . .
another heart-rending tragedy took place nearby. . .
¤hich ¤ould have momentous consequences on things to come.
You never shou ld have ripped that thing out of the rock.
You see that?
Forgive me.
Mom my!
The next morning, Nature had calmed do¤n .
Karla, ¤ho had lost both husband and baby. . .
¤andered heartbro¤en through the jungle. . .
¤hen she came across a strange object. . .
¤hich had fallen from the sky the night before.
Mommy. . .?
And as Karla miraculously gained a ne¤ child overnight. . .
Tarzan found a caring hand to protect him in the unforgiving ¤ild.
Karla had decided to defend her young by any means.
¤ut from the start, Tarzan had become a thorn in the side of Tublat. . .
the ne¤ evil leader of the gorilla family.
-Something¤s pulling us do¤n ! -¤hat¤ pulling us do¤n?
Mommy!
One. . . T¤o. . . Three. . .
Ready or not, here I come!
Not again .
I kno¤ you¤re here some¤here!
Gotcha !
¤ait for me!
As time passed, the boy once kno¤n as J.J. Greystoke. . .
had all but ceased to exist.
And in a ¤orld ¤here the survival of a young boy seemed impossible. . .
he sensed a ray of hope.
No¤ he really ¤as Tarzan, the ape ¤ithout fur.
¤h, ¤hat a beautiful butterfly!
¤here¤s the gorillas? This place blo¤s.
Derek!
-Psycho. -Bean pole.
Seriously, Dad, I don¤ kno¤ ho¤ you do this eve¤ su m mer.
They pay ¤ell.
And I guess you develop a fe¤ tricks.
¤hoopsies.
Smile, eve¤body!
¤ell, here ¤e are.
¤elcome to Cam p Porter.
This place is a du m p!
You got here just in time.
The gorillas are getting tired of my jokes.
I¤e never seen stars like this.
Just imagine, if you ¤ere a mon key, you¤¤ get to see this eve¤ night.
Makes you ¤onder ¤hich primate got the better deal, hu h?
Do you ever thin k about coming home?
To Ne¤ York?
Maybe t¤ing things again ¤ith Mom?
I¤m sor¤, s¤eetheart, but this is my home.
It al¤ays ¤as.
¤ell, in that case, I have to come back.
Jane, my darling, nothing ¤ou ld make me happier.
Don¤ stay u p too late, s¤eetheart.
-¤e¤e got a big day tomorro¤. -Okay.
¤ho¤s there?
Oh ! Hey. I ¤as just out here looking for birds.
-I thin k I¤m just gon na go this ¤ay. -I thin k that¤s a good idea .
Creep.
No¤ remem ber, eve¤one, stay on the trail.
If you don¤, ¤e may never find you again .
And more im portantly, you shou ldn¤ make too much noise.
Un less you ¤ant to end u p on someone¤s menu .
Derek?
Derek, ¤here are you?
Cool.
Listen to me, Derek. This is ve¤ dangerous.
You¤re going to ¤alk to¤ards me ve¤ slo¤ly.
And ¤hatever you do, don¤ ru n .
Derek!
Hey! Hey! Over here! Chase me!
It¤s okay, it¤s okay!
¤ho¤s there?
That¤s not good .
Oh, come on !
Oh, no !
Jane!
¤ho are you?
Jane?
Jane!
-Oh, Dad . -You¤re here.
I¤m not su re if he ¤as a boy or some kind of ape.
He had these long arms and massive shou lders. . .
but the pu rest green eyes.
-Shou ld I be concerned? -Dad !
It¤s a ju ngle, not a pick-u p bar.
Just asking .
I¤m fine, Dad . Really.
It may sou nd ¤eird, but in a ¤ay, I¤e never felt safer in my life.
These ¤ere just the fantasies of a little girl gro¤ing up before her dad¤ eyes.
And she never dreamt that ¤hat she encountered deep in the jungle. . .
-¤as the young Greystoke heir himself. -Bye.
Jane.
¤t¤ ape language. ¤t means ¤Ape ¤ith no fur.¤
Jane.
Tarzan .
-¤e ¤ould never leave you behind. You promise?
¤is friends tried eve¤thing to ma¤e him feel be¤er.
¤ut nothing could fill the void gro¤ing deep in Tarzan¤ heart.
And ¤hile Jane fle¤ bac¤ home to her mother. . .
Tarzan ¤as tormented by a thousand feelings and questions.
His ¤orld seemed to unravel. . .
as a longing arose in him that he had never felt before.
Years passed. Tarzan became stronger. . .
and reached farther than any other creature in the jungle.
M r. Clayton?
T¤o hours ago, our communication center. . .
received a signal from one of our helicopters.
So?
It¤s Greystoke¤s.
Greystoke¤s?
A¤er all these years. My God .
-The board¤s ready for you, sir. -Than ks, Amy.
M r. Clayton ! If I cou ld just have a moment of you r time. . .
I¤m ¤ith the Society for African ¤ildlife.
-Not again . -M r. Clayton !
T¤enty years ago, Joh n Greystoke made a com mitment to conservation .
All ¤e¤re asking is a small grant, less than 1¤¤ of you r an nual profits.
¤hat did you say you r name ¤as?
Jane. Jane Porter.
I¤ll tell you ¤hat, Jane. Can you stick arou nd?
I¤e got a board meeting no¤.
Give me 30 minutes, okay?
-Great. -Fine.
Seventy million years ago. . .
this planet ¤as struck by an extraterrestrial object.
But this ¤as not just any meteor.
This ¤as something else.
This ¤as a ne¤ energy sou rce u n like anything ¤e had ever seen .
¤e believe that the meteor is bu ried in a mantle of cooled lava .
The tech nological potential is limitless.
This ¤as the treasu re...
that Joh n Greystoke spent his life attem pting to find .
And no¤, ladies and gentlemen, ¤e. . .
shou ld follo¤ in the footsteps of Joh n Greystoke himself
and blaze ne¤ paths in energy production . . .
at profits. . .
he cou ld never have dreamed of.
I¤m certain . . .
that if ¤e find Greystoke, or ¤hat¤s left of him . . .
¤e¤ll find that meteor.
As you kno¤, ou r com petitors are ¤atching ou r eve¤ move.
No¤, ¤e need a cover. Some ¤ay to get close to the crash . . .
¤ithout anyone kno¤ing ¤hy ¤e¤re there.
I kno¤ a ¤ay.
Ah, Jane. There you are.
Sor¤ to have kept you ¤aiting .
I¤m so eager to find out more about you r fou ndation .
And ho¤¤s you r dad?
Hey! I ¤ant to take a closer look at that gorge.
Hey! Darling !
I s¤ear, you get more beautifu l eve¤ year!
So good to see you again, Daddy!
I missed you so much .
And you must be M r. Clayton .
I can¤ tell you ho¤ much it means to have you r su pport.
Oh, ¤ell, don¤ than k me. Than k Jane.
She ¤ou ldn¤t take ¤¤no¤ for an ans¤er.
Yes, and that¤s my associate, M r. Smith .
He¤s environ mentally challenged .
¤ell, I¤m gon na settle in .
Okay, darling . Make you rself at home.
So, this is your tent. And ¤atch out for the ants.
¤ forgot to tell you . The ants bite.
¤hat ¤ith global ¤arming, logging, and regional conflict. . .
this eco-system has never been more th reatened .
I tell you, there¤s nothing more frustrating than standing arou nd
helplessly ¤hile the ju ngle vanishes.
¤hat he¤s t¤ing to say is than k you . Right, Dad?
Of cou rse.
Goodnight, eve¤one.
-Goodnight, Dad . -Goodnight, s¤eetheart.
I thin k I better tu rn in as ¤ell.
Mon keys.
¤hat do you ¤ant, Clayton?
Excuse me?
¤ell, ever since you took over Greystoke Energies,
you¤e ignored this place.
And then, all of a sudden, a¤er, ¤hat, fi¤een years...
you decide to pop hal¤ay across the earth for an im prom ptu safari?
Please!
So ¤hat do you ¤ant?
The same thing that Joh n Greystoke ¤anted .
Did you ever consider there ¤as a reason ¤hy Greystoke perished?
That perhaps there are some things that are not meant to be discovered .
Porter, you¤¤ better start calming do¤n .
You¤e hit the jackpot, haven¤ you?
Greystoke Energies is about to start financing you r ridicu lous research . . .
into the ¤cradle of civilization¤ again . You¤¤ better cooperate.
That¤s a ve¤ pretty daughter you¤e got there.
¤e ¤ou ldn¤ ¤ant anything to happen to her, ¤ou ld ¤e?
¤ho¤s there?
Jane.
You?
You¤re, you¤re real.
All these years, I ¤asn¤ su re it actually happened .
These mosquitoes.
¤ait! Don¤ go !
¤hat are you doing?
-Don¤ sneak u p on me like that. -¤hat is this?
Oh, really it¤s just...
for detecting a high ly radioactive meteor.
A ¤hat?
-There you are! - You lied to me, Clayton !
You said you ¤ant to su pport the fou ndation .
You said there ¤ere no strings attached .
Oh, Jane.
Don¤t you kno¤, there are al¤ays strings attached .
Isn¤ that right, Porter?
No¤ I u nderstand .
God, ho¤ cou ld I be such an idiot?
You¤e been lying to me the ¤hole time, Dad !
Jane, ¤ait! That¤s not true! Jane!
I hope you¤re happy. Relax.
¤e all have to gro¤ u p sometime.
Jane!
Oh, no, no, no ! Than k you .
Don¤t! Don¤t!
-Classy. -Classy.
You can talk.
Talk.
¤hat is you r name?
Name?
Yes.
Name. ¤hat is you r name?
Jane. My name is Jane.
My. . .
name. . .
Jane.
No.
My name is Jane.
¤hat is you r name?
Tarzan .
Jane.
Me Tarzan .
-You Jane. -Yes.
Me Tarzan, you Jane! Me Tarzan, you Jane!
-Me Tarzan, you Jane! -Jane.
Me Tarzan, you Jane!
Jane!
-Jane eat. -Yes, sir.
¤hoever you are,
¤hatever riddle is bu ried inside you, Tarzan,
I feel like I¤e al¤ays kno¤n you .
-Do you have a name? -Rafiki.
¤atch over Tarzan ¤hen Tarzan sleep.
For me?
It¤s beautifu l.
My father has one just like it.
¤here did you find it?
Smith, may I have the coordinates, please?
It shou ld be right here.
Jane?
Oh, my God ! It¤s Jane!
Greystoke. . .?
-No, that¤s im possible. -¤hat did you say?
It is Jane. Some giant ape has her.
No, no ! Don¤t shoot!
-You might hit Jane! -Come on !
No ! No ! Don¤t shoot!
Come on !
¤n the run from Clayton, they entered a strange ¤orld. . .
never before seen by man .
A ¤orld ¤hich had been under the influence. . .
of the meteor¤ mysterious energy for millions of years.
Than ks.
Tarzan !
¤e better get outta here.
This must be ¤hat my father and Greystoke ¤ere looking for.
Greystoke. . .
You remem ber this place.
Of cou rse!
You¤re the boy! You¤re Greystoke¤s son !
But ho¤ ¤ere you able to su rvive for all these years?
My family told me.
You r family?
Oh, hi.
Nice to meet you, too.
Tarzan, I have to go back to the cam p.
Jane is ang¤ ¤ith Tarzan?
No, Tarzan . I¤m not ang¤.
But my father ¤ill not rest u ntil he finds me.
And Clayton ¤ill kill you if he finds out Greystoke¤s heir is alive.
As long as I¤m here, you and you r family. . .
and this beautifu l paradise are in danger.
Tarzan strong !
Tarzan King of the Ju ngle!
I kno¤, Tarzan .
But ¤e can¤ fight Clayton¤s army.
Bring it in ! This ¤ay!
Mean¤hile the camp had undergone great changes. . .
Keep going !
. . .as Clayton had made good on his threat to find the meteor by any means.
Hu r¤ u p, men ! ¤e don¤ have all night!
I love you, Tarzan .
And I al¤ays ¤ill.
I have to go.
Ou r little ru na¤ay has come back then, eh?
Hello. ¤hat have ¤e here?
Don¤t!
You ng Greystoke. Or do you prefer ¤King of the Apes¤?
The resem blance is u ncan ny.
Although you have a ¤ays to go in the ¤ardrobe department, don¤ you?
You stay out of my ¤ay, savage.
The on ly savage here is you, Clayton .
M r. Greystoke, ¤ou ld you be so kind as to bring us to the meteor?
Never.
Then u nfortu nately, ¤e¤ll have to go ou r separate ¤ays.
No !
-Tarzan ! -Take her to her father.
Tarzan !
Jane!
Tarzan !
Just thin k. . .
the potential energy stored in this one tiny piece. . .
cou ld po¤er the entire East coast for a month .
Thin k ¤hat ¤e cou ld do ¤ith a mou ntain .
I¤ll tell you ¤hat: you take me to the meteor. . .
I¤ll set you both free.
Like hell I ¤ill !
Jane, you r time ¤ith the mon key man is starting to ru b o¤ on you .
Unfortu nately, he¤s managed to escape.
But Miller here and his friends are going to follo¤ the trail of you r ¤ape¤. . .
¤ho obviously means so much to you, Jane.
And he¤s going to take care of both him and his gang .
I¤ll take you to the place.
But you ¤on¤ need to look for Tarzan .
He¤ll find you !
Look out! Incoming !
My grandma¤s quicker than you guys!
¤ook it up and let¤ get out of here!
Start moving !
Detonation in ten minutes! Clear the blast zone!
¤hat the. . .?
¤etonation in eight minutes.
I kne¤ there ¤as a meteor.
Isn¤t it beautifu l? Like a gigantic diamond .
A mou ntain of u n kno¤n elements from the depths of the u niverse!
A gi¤ from outer space.
Dad, seriously, ¤e¤ll be blo¤n to pieces in a fe¤ minutes.
¤e¤¤ better find a ¤ay to get out of here.
Of cou rse. You¤re right, my love.
¤ello, love.
I just ¤ant to say goodbye.
Don¤t touch me!
Detonation in six minutes.
Timing .
You don¤t kno¤ ho¤ much I missed you !
-This is my dad . - J .J .? I can¤ believe it¤s you !
-Look ho¤ big you¤e got! - Boys!
¤hen you¤re done here, can ¤e please stop Clayton?
Dad ! Come on !
You go and I¤ll stay here and cut the cables.
-I¤m not leaving ¤ithout you . - It¤s ou r on ly chance.
Don¤ ¤or¤.
Detonation in four minutes.
Dad, hu r¤!
I¤ll be there in a minute!
Detonation in t¤o minutes.
-You ready? -Yes, sir.
Do it.
No !
¤hat happened?
You again . I shou ld have kno¤n .
¤hat¤s next, ju ngle boy?
Don¤ mon key ¤ith me.
Oh, my God ! Dad¤s still do¤n there!
Hu r¤! Come on !
Go ! Go !
-Stay on them . -Yeah .
-¤hat¤s ¤rong? -I don¤t kno¤!
Please!
Don¤t let me go !
Never.
They¤re getting a¤ay!
Let¤s go home, Tarzan .
No¤ Tarzan ¤atch over Jane forever.
I kno¤, Tarzan .
And if anyone th reatens this paradise again . . .
they¤ll have to deal ¤ith us.
Right, Rafiki?
And as Tarzan, Jane, and their friends. . .
celebrated their victo¤ over Clayton . . .
Tarzan found the one thing more po¤erful. . .
than all the energy in the universe...
the love of a ¤oman .
As for Porter, he¤s a scientist and adventurer.
¤ut ¤hat ¤ind of adventurer. . .
would let a simple old rock defeat him?