Transcript for the Jonny Quest 1964 series episode Turu the Terrible.
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: [clamoring]
: [theme music]
: caw grr caw
: [gun firing]
: boom boom boom crash
: [guns firing]
: rumble
: [music continues]
: thud
: [zapping]
: boom
: [music continues]
male narrator: "Jonny Quest," brought to you by..
: [instrumental music]
: [birds chirping]
: [snarling]
: [squawking]
: [intense music]
: [squawking]
: [squawking]
: Turu! Turu!
: He come!
: [squawking]
: [music continues]
: [squawking]
: [screaming]
: No! No!
: Nuago! Nuago!
: Any luck, Hadji?
: Not yet, Jonny.
: Hey!
: You got a bite. Bring it in.
: Quick, Jonny, get the net.
: It feels like a big one.
: [instrumental music]
Hadji: Get him in the net.
Jonny: Careful, Bandit.
: He looks mean.
: Leave him there a minute.
: He'll give you a bad bite.
: [barking]
Hadji: That's telling him, Bandit.
: Whoops! Look out. He's got a mouth full of sharp teeth.
: [growling]
: [whimpering]
: What's the matter, Bandit?
: The kids picking on you?
: Troubles, old boy?
: [whimpering]
Race: Looks like one of his dog days.
: I'll go check on the boys.
: Look here, Race, this sample proves it.
: There is trinoxide somewhere near here.
: Trinoxide?
: Yes, a new metal.
Dr. Quest: And absolutely essential to the space program.
: Where does it come from?
: Right around here somewhere.
Dr. Quest: Take a look.
: There are many trinoxide mines in the world but none half as pure as this sample assays.
Race: Where did this sample come from?
Dr. Quest: Some place upriver.
: A native and his brother gave it to me and said it came from the land of the Turu.
: Land of the Turu?
: Yes, Race.
: And we've got to find it before somebody else does.
: Dad! Race!
: Quick. Come out here.
: Sounds urgent.
: Let's go.
: Look! An empty canoe.
Dr. Quest: Race, get the boat.
: There's someone in that canoe.
: [engine revving]
: Okay, hold it there.
: Is he alive?
: I don't know.
Dr. Quest: Let's get him aboard and head for shore.
: Turn him over, Race.
: Okay.
: That's him.
: Who?
Dr. Quest: One of the brothers who gave the ore sample.
: [groaning]
Race: He's coming to.
: Turu. Nuago!
: Turu! Turu!
Dr. Quest: Jonny, run up to the ore lab and get my bag.
: We've got to bring this fellow around.
: Okay, dad.
: I'll be right back.
: Turu? What does Turu mean, doctor?
Dr. Quest: Turu means bird.
: Bird?
: Yes.
: We'll bring him to, and try to get his story.
Dr. Quest: That's impossible, Aku.
: No bird alive could be big enough to lift a man.
Aku: Si, si. Big Turu.
: Big bird take Nuago.
: This Turu.
: This Turu.
: Me see. This Turu have skin.
: No feather. He fly.
: That's impossible.
: What is it?
: It's a likeness of a pteranodon.
Race: Why, there hasn't been a pteranodon on this planet for a million years.
Aku: Me see. Me see.
: Him take Nuago. Me see.
: Who's Nuago?
: Aku's brother.
: Why, it's incredible.
: It's unbelievable.
Dr. Quest: Where is this Turu, Aku?
: Where bright rock comes from.
: One day, maybe two days upriver.
: My brother give you stone from land of Turu.
: Of course, the trinoxide.
: Race, make arrangements to charter a boat.
: Right away, doctor.
Dr. Quest: And you boys get packed.
: We're going on a trip.
: Aku, you will come with us.
: Be our guide.
: No!
: Turu! Turu come.
Dr. Quest: We'll take care of Turu.
: And nothing will happen to you.
: Doctor, you really think there is a giant bird?
: Well, there maybe some large species in that area.
: But big bird or no we've gotta find the source of that trinoxide ore.
: Let's get moving, fellas.
: This is important.
: [instrumental music]
: [steamboat hissing]
: Look, Jonny, the river narrows.
: Hey, yeah. Hey, dad.
: The jungle looks kind of spooky up ahead.
: Yes, it looks dark and mysterious.
: It's dark alright, but it isn't too mysterious.
: Bad crocodile country coming up pretty soon.
Race: Crocs won't attack a boat, will they, skipper?
: I've never heard of it.
Skipper: Mister, you haven't seen crocs till you have seen these.
: They'll attack anything if they're angry enough.
: Just keep your eyes peeled is all.
: Look, Hadji.
: Crocodiles.
: [dramatic music]
: They're heading for the boat.
: Over here, too. Look.
Jonny: Dad, crocodiles! A whole bunch of 'em. Big ones.
: I see them, Jonny.
: Grab guns, everybody.
: Here, Hadji.
: [guns firing]
: [growling]
: [gun fire continues]
: Let 'em have it.
: Keep shooting.
: [splashing]
: How about that?
: [barking]
Hadji: You said it, Bandit. Wow!
: I never saw such big ones.
Race: Never saw one attack a boat before, either.
: Now, just a word of advice..
: ...if you kids want to stay out of trouble keep your eyes open.
: And don't be acting like you're on a city street.
: This jungle will bite you if you don't keep on your toes.
: Ya get me?
: Yes, sir.
: Alright.
: Now stand by, and the Queen will have you there in just about an hour.
: [instrumental music]
: [frogs croaking]
: Well, so far so good, eh, doctor?
: Yes, Race, and surprisingly peaceful.
: [squawking]
: What was that?
: Turu! Turu! Turu!
: You hear that, Hadji?
: Yes, Jonny, yes.
: [whimpering]
: Quick! Douse the lights.
: Get that fire out.
: splash Aku, whatever you said about that Turu thing..
: ...you didn't say enough.
: He must be bigger than an elephant.
: [squawking]
: [intense music]
: [squawking]
: Into the tents, everybody.
: crash You! You blasted goony bird.
: [squawking]
male #1: Turu! Turu!
: [whimpers]
: That's it, Turu.
: Come on. Good, Turu.
: Don't feel badly because you failed.
: You will hunt the intruders tomorrow.
: Come now...we will go to the top.
: I must rest.
: [dramatic music]
: In, Turu. In.
: Rest, Turu, while I speak to the workers.
: clang
male #1: Listen to me.
: Some of you have tried to escape.
: There is no escape from Turu or my plateau.
: As Turu captured you so will he capture the intruders below.
: Meanwhile, you will continue your work.
: Do you understand?
: [indistinct chattering]
: Good. Are there any questions?
: When we go home?
male #1: Until all this precious metal is mined you will stay.
: But we have families.
: Enough! Do not argue.
: It will be as I say.
: [indistinct chattering]
male #1: Stop!
: I know what you're thinking.
: Attack me, and Turu will kill you all.
: [squawking]
: [laughing]
: [hammering]
: Confounded, gooney bird.
: Morning, Hadji.
: Hey, where's dad and Race?
: Race said, they were going to do some exploring.
: Oh!
: What do you think, Race?
Race: Well, there is no way up there except by helicopter.
Dr. Quest: Or a rocket belt.
Race: You think that thing's up there?
Dr. Quest: I think so.
: Wait. Look. That's it.
: It can't be.
: It can't be, but it is.
Race: It's a man.
: A man, and a pteranodon.
: Ah-ha. White men.
: They want my precious metal.
: Kill, Turu. Kill.
: [squawking]
: [intense music]
Race: Look out!
: He's coming after us.
: Quick, into the jungle.
: [squawking]
: Sounds like he landed.
: Yes.
: Better get down low, Race.
: [squawking]
: Come on.
: Let's get back to camp.
: You bet.
: That was too close for me.
: I know it's hard to believe, but it's a trained pteranodon.
: Trained to kill.
: But who trained it?
: I don't know.
Dr. Quest: But he's got to be stopped, and now.
: [squawking]
: I guess he gave up on us.
: How're you gonna stop him?
: I don't know.
: But I have a hunch, our source of trinoxide is up there.
: So we'll use rocket belts.
Race: And we'll take a bazooka.
: You all stay together on the boat. Don't get separated.
: Come on, Race. Let's get the equipment checked out.
: We'd better go up the backside of the cliff.
: Yes. Keep out of sight.
: [instrumental music]
: Well, doctor, let's go.
: [whooshing]
: Fly in close to the cliff, Race.
: We'll be less conspicuous.
: Oh-oh. He spotted us.
: [squawking]
: Quick, Race, behind these boulders.
: Whoa!
: Watch it, Race.
: He's coming back.
: [guns firing]
: Doctor, look out!
: [squawking]
Dr. Quest: He's got me, Race.
: Use the bazooka.
: This has to work.
: boom No, he dropped him.
: Use your rocket belt, doctor.
: whoosh Are you alright, dad?
: I'm okay. Thanks to Race.
: But it was a horrible experience.
: That thing gripped my arm like a giant vise.
: You think we ought try it again, doctor?
: We've got to, Race.
: But not until after dark.
: [instrumental music]
: I wonder if that thing can see in the dark?
: I hope not. Believe me.
: I've got a lot more respect for the prehistoric man.
: No sign of any living thing yet.
: Looks peaceful, doesn't it?
: With that creature around it can't be.
Race: How about those buildings?
Dr. Quest: Let's go have a look.
: Careful now, keep low.
: This must be where he keeps that animal.
Race: Wonder where he is now.
: Asleep, I hope.
: Shh. Listen.
: [clanking]
Race: Sounds like digging.
: Seems to be coming from over there.
: [clanking]
: [speaking in a foreign language]
: Alright, alright, fellas.
: Now, don't get excited.
: They don't seem hostile.
: Let's find out what this is all about, Race.
: So that's it, huh?
: He made slaves of you and killed others.
: And all for what he thought was silver.
: Thought?
: That's right.
Dr. Quest: This isn't silver.
: It's the purest trinoxide ore I've ever seen.
: This find will save years in the space race.
: What about this character in the wheel chair?
: Well, obviously he belongs in an institution.
: And the pteranodon?
: I'd love to capture him but I'm afraid it's him or us.
: [squawking]
: Turu, Turu. Him come.
: Let's go, Race.
: Looks like this is it.
: Never mind, Turu, never mind.
: We'll get the white men tomorrow.
: Right now, we'll both get some rest.
: In, Turu, in.
: [squawking]
: What's wrong, Turu?
: What do you see?
: Some of my workers out of the mine, eh?
: No. It's the white men.
: Kill, Turu! Kill!
: [squawking]
: Here he comes.
: What a monster!
male #1: Kill, Turu! Kill!
: [squawking]
Race: Missed him.
: Try it again.
: boom You hit him.
: Yes, but he's only hurt.
: [squawking]
: Where is he?
: I lost him in the mist.
: Over here, Race.
: He's coming in low.
: [squawking]
: boom
: [intense music]
: Wow! What's going on up there?
: boom Sounds like war.
: Sounds like trouble.
: He's coming this way.
: Everybody, hit the deck.
: crash You crazy baboon!
: [squawking]
: Here he comes again.
Race: Hey! What's that he's got with him?
: Why it's..
: It's part of the boat.
: The boys!
: Get him, Race.
: [squawking]
: boom
Race: Watch it, doctor.
male #1: You fools!
: [laughing]
: You can't kill Turu.
: Kill them, Turu! Kill!
: [squawking]
: Shoot for his head. We're not hurting him this way.
: [squawking]
: boom Duck, Race.
: He's coming right at us.
: Phew!
: Y-you've hurt him, you fools.
: You've hurt him.
: Aim for his head again, he's wobbly.
: boom You got him, Race.
: He's falling toward the tar pit.
: No! No, Turu!
: You can't die.
: No, Turu.
: [squawking]
: That crazy old man!
: He's heading for the pit.
: He'll fall in. Wait!
: I will save you, Turu.
: Oh, no.
: The poor devil.
: I wish we could've save him.
: There wasn't a chance.
: Well, what now, doctor?
: Let me have your flashlight, I wanna signal the boat.
: [instrumental music]
: What is he saying, Jonny?
: He want's to know if we're alright.
: I'll answer him, son.
: What's the answer?
: Everything A-okay, but..
Race: But what?
: The Skipper is saying something about the bird and the boat.
: What about them?
: Please, Race.
: [chuckle]
: You know I never use that kind of language.
: [laughing]
: It is so quiet.
: I...am afraid.
: Shh! Somebody come.
Race: Okay, fellas, it's all over.
: You are all free. So, head for home and your families.
all: Thank you.
: [indistinct chatter]
: Well, there's a real happy group.
: Yeah, makes you feel kinda good.
: Well, Race, let's get back to our group.
: [harmonica music]
: Blasted gooney bird.
: Wrecked my boat.
: Very good, my boy.
Race: Yeah. Great, Jonny.
: How do you feel, Nuago?
: After the ride that big bird gave you.
: Arm, much sore.
: Glad to have brother back.
: Much thank to Dr. Quest and Race Bannon.
: Thanks to you, Aku.
: Yes, sir, many thanks for leading us to that trinoxide.
: snap What happened, Jonny?
: That crazy croc snapped the stick in half.
: [barking]
Jonny: That's it, Bandit, you tell him.
: Hurray for Bandit.
: You chased him away.
: Why, he's a real genuine crocodile hound.
: Shh.
: Look, Bandit, I'm a big bad crocodile.
: [whimpering]
: Oh, come on, Bandit, Hadji was only playing.
Hadji: Yes, I'm sorry, honest.
: Bandito.
: He is very brave.
: He is not afraid of crocodiles.
: [barking]
: [theme music]
: [clamoring]
: twang twang twang whoosh thud crash
: [chittering]
: [music continues]
: caw
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