Sheena

Phil, when did you take this one?

A couple of weeks ago.

Phil, that's impossible. This man can't still be alive.

He's covered in tumors from head to foot.

May I take a sample?

This ground is sacred.

- We're both doctors, you know. - Sacred ground!

No person but the Zambuli has ever seen it before.

My God, it's true.

The healing earth exists!

The source has got to be inside Gudjara Mountain.

Let's have a shot at it.

I have the wobblies. Remember what Chief Haromba said?

Yes, caves are strange. They can have weird echo effects.

But you know as well as I do, Betts, echoes don't kill people.

Mommy!

Mom!

We'll take a sample here.

Mommy!

Janet?

The prophecy has come to pass.

On a day when the sacred mountain cries out...

a golden God-child shall come from the depths of Gudjara.

And she shall grow in wisdom and be the protector of the Zambulis...

and all their creatures.

And she shall be called Sheena, Queen of the Jungle.

Sleep now, little daughter.

This long day is over.

Much to learn, more to forget.

This is Shaba, the water horse.

It came to me!

Small person summons small creature. You will grow, my daughter.

Are you all right?

A thousand, thousand moons ago...

before She-Who-Is-Unknown taught us peace...

the Zambulis were great archers.

You will recall this when your time comes.

When will that be, Shaman?

I cannot say, Sheena.

But there will be great trouble over the land.

You will know it when it comes.

- Good morning, your Highness. - Hi, baby!

- Tell Mr. Grizzard I'm on my way up. - Right away.

- You've got it? - Right here.

It's confirmation of the sample from the geo-satellite.

It's titanium all right!

Look at that, see that?

The Gudjara Mountain.

It's practically made of it!

There are billions in there for you... And me, Prince. Right?

Burn it!

You mean it's on for tonight?

Yes!

Historically speaking, killing a king has often brought bad luck.

Especially when he's your brother.

It's the only way.

He has this thing about the Zambulis.

Nobody steps on their turf.

- As long as he's king... - Yeah, I know. No mining on Zambuli land.

Here's your prescription, Grizzy. Take them after a meal.

I've added a cute touch, by the way. You know those TV guys who are coming?

My pal, Vic Casey.

- What about him? - Story on me for Sportsworld.

They'll be there tonight. They'll catch my act on film.

- Sounds pretty risky. - Not a bit!

My grief will break your heart.

- I don't like it! - Trust me, man.

I'm the guy who kicked a 68-yard field goal against the Denvers!

Who can stop me?

Shaman, we're not camping here?

You make camp. This is the end of our Zambuli lands.

- From here, I walk alone. - Please, don't go.

I must go. The city is a place of evil. I've never visited one in my life.

But you know I must go there to warn the king.

Are you sure he is in danger?

One is sure of nothing.

But I had the vision again last night.

I saw him lying in his own blood.

Our lands destroyed by a strange flame.

The heart torn from our sacred mountain of Gudjara.

This cannot be. Who would kill such a good king?

An enemy. One who takes without asking.

Embrace me now.

My heart goes with you, Shaman. And my fear.

Keep the fear inside you. I carry enough of my own.

I lost count. How many have I had so far? Six or seven?

You're going down the drain, Fletch.

You're right. Twenty pounds or else.

How's this for an opening shot? We'll start in close on the tee.

You're kidding.

The King of Tigora is gonna bend down and hold the football for a place kick?

When it's his brother Otwani kicking for national television, he will.

Good luck. I know you're pals with Otwani, but he...

Holy shit!

Look, right down there by the falls!

Where are we now? What are we by?

Tigora, sir. Near the end of Zambuli territory.

Any white folk here?

No, very black!

King Jabalani keeps even us Tigorans out of Zambuli land.

I'll bite, what did I miss?

You're not gonna believe this, Vic. I just saw a blonde!

A blonde what?

A blonde. A girl! She was swinging in the trees!

You mean a blonde gorilla?

I know the difference between a gorilla and a girl!

You know, I'm worried.

Eight thousand miles from home, my cameraman's mind has gone to mush...

on some whacked-out water diet!

I know what I saw.

I know you did, and I believe you.

Page 4. Any problem with the setup?

Here's your prescription, Grizzy, take them after a meal.

My man! What's happening!

My buddy!

Bad man of the Cougars! How are you doing?

Astonishing. Is that the normal greeting in your country?

It's called a "high five." Try it. I'm Vic Casey.

Welcome to Tigora, Mr. Casey. I'm King Jabalani.

Oh, Jesus. Excuse me.

I found it tingling and delightful.

Our intended bride, Princess Zanda.

Cool!

Please follow us, Mr. Casey.

Fletch, get the bags, will you?

What's wrong? Are you lost?

I am not. Do I look lost?

You look like a Zambuli.

That is true. I am their shaman.

I have journeyed many days to Azan.

Where do I find the king?

So you want the king?

I've told you that already. Take me to him.

You're coming with us.

You would prefer the head of the table for yourself, dear brother?

Not at all.

I have heard a strange rumor.

The cellar of the Grand Hotel has armed guests.

Extremely strange.

You think someone's planning a revolution?

I think it would be very wise if you were to look into this.

Why are you here? You know it's not safe.

Mary, run to the Grand Hotel.

Tell Colonel Jorgenson I said to keep his head down for a few hours.

Yes, Sir.

He's discovered something?

Nothing serious. Relax.

Did you hear the Zambuli shaman has come to town?

Of course I've heard. I've had her arrested.

Are you crazy? Why? What if Jabalani finds out?

He never will.

A Zambuli Bow.

A dead king. And a Zambuli shaman to hang for it!

What could be neater?

You're pretty good.

You're so wrong. I am the most wicked woman in Tigora.

Marika!

I can't believe it! Dinner at the palace, right?

I'm supposed to have cheese today.

I bet they have breadfruit and lasagna.

Be good for you.

Excellent preventative against seeing imaginary blondes!

I'm telling you she was not imaginary! I know a girl when I see one!

What was she doing in the jungle? Her junior year abroad?

We missed our floor.

Tell me again. At the airport you saw a helicopter gunship?

No! Our story is about a guy who kicks 60-yard field goals...

and his brother is a king. That's it!

Center pic. Good, hold it there.

Higher up. Good.

Right, come on, Fletch, follow the pigs.

Watch the boobs coming into the right of your frame.

Boobs? What kind of talk is that?

As in tits. Zanda, the king's sweetie. We're for network, remember?

I see what you mean! Boy, do I see what you mean!

Okay, follow the pigs.

- Jammed! - Clear it, I need this shot!

A toast, dear friends.

A toast to our beloved brother, Prince Otwani.

May his exploits with his royal foot...

lead him to that curious American glory, which I confess, puzzles me completely...

- Got it. - Go.

"Superbowl champions"!

Give me another magazine, quick!

Take this to the lab! Start it through the soup, go on!

A Zambuli arrow!

It's a Zambuli woman. We caught her with a bow.

No, Otwani! You are the king now.

You are quite right, Princess Zanda.

We'll leave her to the hangman.

Nairobi, Capetown...

Okay, that's got it.

I don't give a damn, just tell me where I can rent a Learjet!

Baby, you are talking to a man in pain.

I am sitting on an Emmy and I can't get it out!

- You know what that means? - Sounds like he needs a laxative!

Here's the piece where the camera jammed.

No, 86 that, it was off the action.

Look at it first. There might be a good frame or two.

Look at it first.