Jacare (1942) Pt 2

Brew stors mining their ownus. They prin themselves in the sun. They're beautiful as all wild birds are. And though they're native to Brazil, they're sometimes found as far north as the real grand. Behind their mild exterior is a ferocious pride. A small anaconda on the prowl invades their sanctuary. I know the ran anaconda will never grow up. [Music] Too precarious or animals don't like anything, not even themselves. [Music] They start fighting probably because they've got nothing else to do. It's only a family squabble, but it gives Jimmy his chance. When mother do battle, he gets it. [Music] In the jungle next day, Jim and Mike get sight of a curious creature, a giant anteater, one of nature's oddities, like nearly everything else in the jungle. as he invades the privacy of another anteater's home. This is the lady of the house with her baby on her back. The fur of the giant and nature's camouflage blends the animal with the surrounding foliage. Jim is off for making a quick capture, but wise old Mike suggests they take their time, for there may be a fight, and when it's over, both animals may be easily caught. Sure enough, as the mother moves away, the head of the family, Osnazola himself, comes out to meet the intruder. Harmless as the anteater appears to be, he has a strong cat-like set of claws nearly an inch long. It's hard to say whether they're really mad or just a couple of jungle jitterbugs. It's a draw. The lady in the case doesn't seem interested in either gladiator, but Jim and Mike are. As the fighters call it quits, which means a moral victory for Schnazola, they move in. The two men head for camp and are joined by the boys. [Music] As the anteaters are caged, Mickey the monk chatters an excited greeting to the new guests. [Applause] [Music] Feeling the need of jungle refreshment, Mike and a native boy start out after coconuts. The milk of the coconut is the finest and safest drink in the jungle. Taking a green palm leaf, the boy weaves a rope which he makes into a hobble. [Music] He will use the hobble to bind his feet together while he climbs the coconut tree. Up he goes. The hobble, making it easy for him to grip the tree trunk firmly. A jungle telephone lineman with only a palm leaf rope to keep him from falling. I wonder how many of our best athletes, equipped only with such a contrivance, could make a climb like this. [Music] Down come the coconuts. And down comes the boy, sliding easily, the soles of his feet as rough and as tough as sandpaper. Gathering the coconuts, they carry them back to camp. [Music] This is a water buffalo. He's not a native of Brazil. Like the Indian bulock, he was brought to Brazil many years ago and now runs wild in the jungle. He looks peaceful enough, but behind that placid exterior is a fighting heart and a bad disposition. Jim and one of the boys discover him emerging from an afternoon siesta in the muddy waters of a swamp. These are alligators. They flourish in the Amazon deltas. And the buffalo makes up his mind they'll have to get off his reservation. Scram, he said. Heat. Heat. Well, that's that. Evidently, the buffalo wants to be alone, but the sounds of the fight between the alligators and the buffalo have attracted the attention of a female jaguar who comes out to defend her cubs. The cubs are hiding in the nearby underbrush. [Music] He's a selfish fellow. Wants the entire jungle to himself. Scream to the jaguar. Bring the boys on the run. It looks as if the jagger has had enough. The buffalo is still a champion. Back he goes to his corner. If he had a portable microphone, he'd probably say, "Hello, Ma. I done swell. [Music] The jagger goes looking for its cubs. The boys approach cautiously. The lariat swirl. Caught by the neck on all four legs. The jagger struggles and snarss in helpless fury. Jim and a native boy have heard the animals cries and hurried to the scene. Spread eagled and a little weary from its fight with the buffalo. The jagger is all trusted up with only one place to go to camp. And here's old Sarp puts the champ sitting in nature's bathtub. He's still grouchy. He may not know it, but his turn will come back to camp with another prize. Mike wants to meet Jimmy, who is very proud of his catch. Jaggers are not all so easily taken. [Music] Mickey the monk reached the new arrival with a Brazilian equivalent of a Bronx chair into a nice clean cage. The jagger goes to be cared for by human hands. But the boys are careful of those claws and teeth. Here are the orphaned babies. Jim and Mike returned to search for them, but did not succeed in catching them until late that night. The black one is a very rare specimen. The ratio of black jaguars is only about 1 in 10,000. After a job like that, a drink is in order. With his machete, Mike slices a coconut. The coconut is an example of nature's form of insulated refrigeration, exposed to the hot tropical sun of 120° or more. The green husk, which covers the hard shell of the coconut, keeps the milk inside as cool as if it had just come out of an ice box. Wilbur beds his time, his eye on Jimmy and the coconut. The men gone. Wilbur looks the drink situation over. He decides to have a few on the house. He drinks monkey passion, cupping the milk in his hands and having the time of his life. And monkeys can do a lot of things that men can do, but they can't open a coconut. [Music] Clyde, who was going to get a permit to visit Zacharand, hasn't arrived. Something may have happened to him. Mike decides to make a trip to the nearest village where he can send a message to Balang. [Music] with native boys. He starts out across the lagoon thick with waterlies. And in a tree, the anaconda waits. The devil himself. Jim now does a foolhardy thing. He takes off his gun. And a gun in the jungle is more important to a man than water in the desert. On a nearby vine, a butterfly pauses in its flight. The serpent coils and waits. [Music] Jim comes through the vines, unsuspecting, nearer and nearer to the deadly coils. Look out, Jimmy. Hold that head. Hold it. Mike hears Jimmy's cries for help. Jim is black in the face. Almost done for. [Music] Many of the serpent's teeth have broken off in Jim's arm. Mike knows what to do. [Music] It was a pretty close shave. Few men have been caught in the coils of the Anaconda and live to tell about it. Jim explains how it happened. He chased a harmless little butterfly and nearly lost his life. The graceful sweeping roots above ground are indigenous to all jungle countries. And this one is a particularly fine specimen. His bear trunk is topped by wide branches in which we find a black, white, and yellow tucan whose beauty is offset by a regular Jimmy Duranty beak. He'd be in a bad way if he ever developed sinus trouble. Clyde arrives at last with permits for the expedition to visit the land where Jakare holds sway. Native guides Clyde informs Mike will join the party further up the river. [Music] As the party moves on, Jimmy sees something in a tree and decides to take a closer look. Two crab eating raccoons, cute little fellows with needle-like teeth, take a bird's eye view of the world. Mike and Clyde watch while Jimmy does a little single-handed animal catching. And they do a little jungle necking, unaware of the approaching man. Jimmy crawls along the branch talking gently in persuasive tones, but he doesn't seem to speak their language. Closer and closer he comes and then he attacks from the rear. Raccoons hadn't counted on that. Dumb animals are really not dumb at all. But man can usually outsmart all of them. [Music] They're are valuable specimens. As they're put into the cage, we know they'll be safer in captivity than they ever could have been in the jungle. They no longer need to fear the anaconda, the bull constrictor, or the jaguar. [Music] The South American armadillo is nature's conception of an army tank in miniature. Consciously or unconsciously, humanity imitates nature of which it is a part. Submarines are like whales. Planes of course are like birds. And when Da Vinci, the great painter and inventor, designed the first tank centuries ago, he may well have drawn his inspiration from the armadillo. [Music] Here is an armadella at close range. Note coat of male, tough and heavy. adequate protection against the oelot, the harpy eagle and other natural enemies. Magnify the animal a thousand times and you have a denison of the jungle of 10 million years. Armadillas believe in large families. [Music] The largest rodent in the world is a South American capabaya. These are young ones, though they look something like guinea pigs. When they're full grown, they often reach a length of 4 feet and being rodents are sometimes referred to as giant rats. [Music] The men rob the nest. Here comes the mother. She's anything but handsome to the human eye. Jim throws a rope, but misses. Disconcerted, she runs the wrong way. And now he's caught her. The rope is knotted in such a manner as to prevent the animal from strangling. Again the carts give way to a boat and the expedition heads up the river towards Jakar land. Now the jungle is less dense and a tan flat and swampy guides of water. The native carrying the tree branch uses it to brush away flies. Crossing lakes and small streams, the expedition comes at last to the domain of the great killer, Shakare. Here, the anaconda itself never dares venture. Here, the jaguar keeps its distance, and even the water buffalo, as tough as he is, able to route the alligator or almost anything else, stays out of sight. [Music] They cross the last lagoon and the horses are led away. Mike has a final word with the chief guide and bids him goodbye. Then calling the boys, he gets into a long dugout canoe. The canoe may look ungainainely, but it maneuvers well in the shallow water. It has to. Chief Guide is a mark of friendship for these North Americans. Lends his high-powered rifle to Clyde. In an emergency, you can't defend yourself against chakaray with a pop gun. [Music] The guides moved down the river, leaving Jimmy and his companions to face Zachary in the deathinfested waters of the Amazon. This is Jar land and there lying in the mud and slime of the riverbank is Jakare. His common name is Cayman. Brazilians who call him Jakare know that his real name is murderer. Jakare's strength is almost unbelievable and his hungry jaws devour any living thing that they can reach. Look at that death's head. Horrible, but fascinating. You wonder in what ancient nightmare of nature the idea of this beast was born. There must be a reason for every form of life. But no one has yet discovered a satisfactory reason for Jacare. He's something out of Earth's dim dawn. Like something created long before mankind was given a soul. There they lie, dreaming dreams of death and destruction. If people are sometimes like animals, then animals are also like people. But what sort of people are these monsters like? They catch the smell of human flesh. It excites them to frenzy. Their small brains fuming with hate as they fight among themselves. Even now they give no order and ask none. Killing is all they think about, all they know, all they live for. Most wild creatures kill only to eat. But Shakare loves murder for murder's sake and thrives on it. Here is Zachary in the stream, swimming toward the dugout. Heat. Heat. Another swims to the attack. He too is roped. He fights and it's difficult to say whether he wants to escape or kill the men. What furious hates and fears must throb in his angry brain as unwillingly he wraps the rope round and round him, playing the game just as the men want him to, binding himself tighter and tighter. The monster is hauled in, thrashing and twisting, angry and defiant. The jaws of death. [Music] They clamp those jaws shut with a stick and tie them securely. [Music] And now you see a strange thing. The boy presses the monster's eyelids with his fingers and Jakare is helpless. A strange peculiarity of these reptiles is that when they cannot see, they give up the fight and so the boys can tie in securely without fear of injury. [Music] Zachary's weight is immense, up to half a ton. And his tail is a weapon as well as a rudder. Almost as dangerous as his teeth. [Music] [Music] A monster smelling man meat slides into the stream. The killer half hidden in the water waits. If I dare not fire, he might hit Jimmy. Heat. Heat. Another [Applause] monster enters the water and this time Clyde does fire, stopping him cold. Jimmy fights for his life. His knife flashes. It's over. Almost exhausted, Jimmy swims toward the dugout. And Jacare slowly sinks to his death in the mud of the river bottom. [Music] [Music] With the captured monsters, the boat goes on its way. There they are, killers of the Amazon who will kill no more. And with them is Jimmy, who faced Jakare in his native element, fought him to the death, and live to tell the tale. [Music] and Mike inspect the burn animals, making sure that all are well caged for the trip home. [Music] Mickey the monk playing a jungle serenade on a slice of watermelon. It's a remarkable thing. Watermelon and corn on the cob are two kinds of food, including monkeys. Mickey does a few tricks on the bar while he eats, proving his versatility. [Music] The anteaters are ready for the voyage. [Music] Here is an old Wilbur the Woolly has finally found the solution to the orange problem. Here's the jaguar which fought so valiantly against the water buffalo in defense of its cubs. And here's one of her cubs, now playful as a kitten. Here's [Music] the rare and beautiful black one. They've been tamed through Jimmy's gentleness and care. His kindness has won them over. Even in the jungle, kindness pays dividends. And now the adventurers leave the wilds and push downstream toward civilization. But only creatures of the wild can live in the wilds forever. [Music] The old champ caught at last. He might have been able to whip anything in the jungle, but he just wasn't good enough to defeat Jim and Mike. Onto the boat he's hoisted. No more wallowing in muddy waters. No more challenging the world. He's headed for a nice, clean, comfortable zoo now, where he'll dream the hours away, thinking of his victories. [Music] Down the Amazon toward Bang on a large river boat. Jim, Mike, Clyde and the animals, a gray sail in the sunset. And belang again, where the men go ashore and the animals are transferred from a riverboat to a steamer. [Music] Here he comes, the reincarnation of Jack the Ripper. And there he goes, harmless as a bail of rubber. Goodbye now to Brazil. Friendly nation of friendly people, symbolized in the person of Mike Rjinski. Jim glances at my ring. Perhaps the ring is lucky. Perhaps it did save his life. Perhaps two, it is a symbol of that unity binds Brazil and her sister South American nations to all of North America. I takes the ring in the spirit in which it is given. The spirit of common aspiration and purpose which makes the entire western world a brotherhood in freedom. Mike waves to the dock as Jim's ship pulls out and Jimmy, you may be sure, leaves regretfully. It has been a great adventure for Jimmy and it's made me just a little bit