Everyone ready to hit Africa?

Peter: Yes.

Mike: I wanna fly again.

Davy: Ready, mates!

Micky: I'm so happy I'm not going back on that plane.

(We open back at the Montgomery House ballroom. Valerie sighs.)

Valerie: May I go next? I'd like to come off as something other than naive and colder than a block of ice.

Micky: Sure, Val, go ahead.

Valerie: Thank you. We open with the Hydrosail speeding across Europe to Africa....

(Fade out on the Montgomery House; fade in once again on a sepia-toned map, this time of Africa. As we did in Part 3, we see a blue dotted line and a red dotted line curve over and under the words. The blue dotted line actually bumps INTO the words at one point, but the dots shake it off and continue on. As the dots continue, little pixeled yellow pie-creatures appear on the map and try to eat the dots, but small rectangles blast them. We finally fade in on a large, uneaten dot in the middle of the Congo. Dissolve to the Hydrosail, still in car mode, driving across the open grasslands.)

Valerie: (She, Micky, and the girls sit in the cabin of the Hydrosail. Valerie and Daphne wear pith helmets. Emma has a wide-brimmed straw hat. Lauren and Micky have light straw fedoras. All wear jumpsuits or long-sleeved shirts and khaki pants with boots) We should be at the trading outpost soon.

Emma: I'm worried. Those gangsters are probably still after us. We're really going to have to be careful from here on in.

Valerie: (She leans on her hand sadly) I can't believe I fell for that LeMarque...

Lauren: He had a past you wanted to believe in, and he had a convincing story.

Valerie: I never thought a gentleman like him...

Emma: Not all men who look like gentlemen behave like gentlemen. (Makes a face) Most men are just pains in the rear. You're better off without them. (Looks at Micky) Present company excepted, of course.

Micky: *grins* Of course.

Valerie: (Nods) What we need to do now is figure out where this medallion leads. Where did you put our half, Lauren?

Lauren: *pulls her half from a pocket in her jumpsuit* Got it right, here.

Valerie: Thank you. (She puts it on a small table for everyone to see) I wish Peter was here. He's the only one who could read the writing.

Emma: (Indicates the back) I'd love to know what the words on the back say. I think it's some kind of inscription.

Valerie: (Points to the front) The lines here look like river. I'm assuming we'll need to cross some water to find this place. Maybe jungles, too.

Micky: Definitely a bit of a fancy map there.

(Several buildings surround a larger, older Victorian-style main building. A elderly black man sweeps the porch of the main building.)

Valerie: (Points at the building) That's probably the main trading area. Why don't we see if we can find Mike's friend there and get something to eat?

Emma: I want to do more research on Africa and these stories we've been hearing about. I've never heard of all this jazz about Lost Cities of Gold and lost tribes and eternal youth. It sounds like one of those Saturday matinee serials, not real life!

Valerie: It does sound very vague. Peter gets so involved with his wild ideas, he usually forgets to explain them to people who aren't academics.

(They enter the trading post. It looks more like an old-time general store, with barrels of everything from dried beef to ammunition sitting in neat rows around the building. There's tables and a bar in one corner and more items under the counter.)

Valerie: What a neat little store!

Emma: (Inspects some of the maps) Some of these look like they go back a hundred years, to the first English and French colonies...

Man: (He enters the store, smiling at his customers, and says in a pleasant British accent) May I help you?

Valerie: Oh, yes. We'd like to order some supplies from you for a trip into the jungle interior.

Man: Well, I can give you just about anything you need.

Micky: *Lets a fairly long list unroll* Got a few minutes?

Man: Son, I got all day!

Emma: (As Micky and Val order supplies from the cashier) Hey Val, Daph, come look at this. (Points at the antique map she's looking at)

Valerie: (Frowns as she joins them) That map looks familiar...

Daphne: *nods* It does.

Emma: It looks like the map we have, but it's together...and it looks really, authentically old. I wonder if someone copied this map and lost the copy.

Valerie: (Indicates the wood frame) The frame's splintered here. It looks like it was removed hastily, then fixed.

Emma: (She blows off some of the dust, then points to the map) Look! Here's the Lost City. (She traces a line with her finger)

Valerie: (Pulls out her part of the medallion) It looks like the inscription on the medallion!

Emma: (She traces her fingers across the map) Here's Asia!

Valerie: We have to find out more about this map.

Emma: (Nods) Someone had to have made it and the copy.

(We hear the roar of the propeller and the sound of voices. Mike, Peter, and Davy push through the swinging door. Davy wears his jumpsuit from the night before. Mike wears his jacket-and-Fedora outfit. Peter wears a pith helmet, dark shirt, and khakis. Mike goes to the counter. Peter runs to Valerie, picks her up, and swings her around.)

Peter: Val! Oh, I'm so happy to see you! I've missed you.

Valerie: I've missed you too. (She points at the map) We have something to tell you. We found the map that may be the copy of ours.

Peter: (Eyes widen when he sees the map on the wall) It does look similar, doesn't it?

Mike: (Cut over to him as he walks to the counter) Hey Paul! Glad to see that you're still standing.

Paul: (As he comes up) Ok, son, here's your gunpowder, matches, and peppermint candies... (Sees Mike; grin gets wider) Nesmith! (Puts Micky's things on the counter and grabs his hand) Well, well! I 'aven't seen you here since the time you ran that gun shipment up to Ethiopia!

Mike: (Frowns; puts his fingers to his lips) Shhh! That was real hush-hush stuff, remember?

Paul: (Nods, then continues) Well, it's still been a long time. What have you been up to?

Mike: Same old. Right now, I'm doin' a charter run for the Professor over there (points at Peter) and a couple of other guys.

Paul: You sure ain't changed, mate. Still the same old mangy wolf.

Emma: (As she, Lauren, Valerie, and Peter go to the counter, Daphne having run over to Davy) Yeah, he's still a mangy wolf, all right. Hasn't changed a bit.

Mike: Em...

Peter: Sir...

Paul: I'm Paul Robinson, Professor. Just call me ol' Paul. Everyone does.

Peter: We wanted to ask you about that map. (Points at the map on the wall)

Mike: Yeah. (Grins) The Professor and our esteemed colleagues wanna know about all those crazy old stories you used to tell me about the Lost City of Gold.

Paul: Those old fairy stories?

Peter: I'm hoping to prove they're real. I'm a professor of archeology at the University of California, and I want to study the Kalawahu tribe and their customs and architecture.

Mike: (Crosses his arms) I just want treasure.

Paul: I ain't surprised, Nesmith. You always did think of the money first. (Strokes the thin beard on his chin) Well, I've had that map a long time. Came from an older chap who claimed to have actually been in the Lost City. He was an explorer, one of them old Victorians who thought they could just colonize everythin'. Sir Stanley Spencer, I think was the chap's name.

Valerie: THE Sir Stanley Spencer? I've heard of him! He was a highly regarded English scientist and archeologist in the mid and late 19th century...until he disappeared in the interior of Africa in 1898, searching for some fabled tribe that could speak eight languages, outrun and outfight any soldier, and never aged a day in a hundred years.

Peter: I've heard of him, too. He was one of the first explorers to take the stories of the Lost City of Gold seriously.

Valerie: My father was friends with Sir Spencer's son, William Spencer. He was also a highly regarded archeologist. He spent most of his adult life searching for his father and trying to prove his father's theories were true. (Frowns) He was killed in a hit-and-run accident in Shanghai two years ago while preparing for another trip into Africa.

Paul: I was just a tyke when Sir Spencer Senior was alive, so I couldn't tell you much about him, but I remember Willie Spencer well. Nice enough fellow, but absolutely barmy about findin' his dad and that Lost City.

Mike: (He's been watching Micky take crates of items over to the Hydrosail) Micky, should I ask you what you plan to do with all that?

Micky: *grins* You'll see.

Mike: As much as I hate to abandon my baby, we ain't gonna be able to take her into the interior of Africa. Is your rig up to jungles?

Micky: Of course it is! Land and sea, it can deal with any terrain.

Mike: Do you really think we're gonna find some lost city?

Micky: *shrugs* I hope so, but, truthfully, I don't know what to think about it.

Mike: I'm just hopin' I get paid for this.

Micky: Between you and me...me too.

(Cut to inside again. Lauren and Emma go outside to Mike and Micky, but Davy and Daphne remain with Valerie and Peter.)

Paul: I been hearin' 'bout the legends of the Lost City of Gold all my life. They're kinda obscure, not as well-known as other stories they tell around here, but they're good ones. A few hunters and explorers who have come back from the interior jungles have told about a city with buildings made outta nuthin' but gold and jewels. The people are covered in gold, too. They paint their faces with gold, wear a ton of gold jewelry, make their clothes outta gold fibers.

Valerie: Sounds pretty amazing to me.

Daphne: Sounds to me like they save on color schemes.

Paul: You ladies would like these blokes. They always chose a bird to run their government. Some of the really old hunters and military chaps like to talk 'bout how their dad or their granddad heard of beautiful, tall, strong women carrying spears an' wearin' nuthin' but gold bracelets and necklaces who were in charge of the government an' the army. If they liked ya, they kept you around. Admired birds, but used men for...well, they liked their men strong, too. Anyone they didn't like got covered in melted gold and used for statues.

Peter: (Winces) Gruesome.

Valerie: One of the most intelligent tribes I've ever heard of, except for the molten gold part.

Davy: Well, even the gold is rather intelligent...

Paul: Said the ladies kept whole platoons of blokes for nothin' but...well, nothin' but entertainin' themselves.

Valerie: I could get to like these people.

Peter: (To change the subject) What about eternal youth? Where does that magic come from?

Daphne: Maybe it's their diet...

Paul: (Shrugs) No one's sure. Lotta people think it's some strain in the gold itself. I'm wonderin' if there's somethin' in that gold that keeps the Kalawahus from gettin' ancient fast. Willie Spencer said he knew the answer, but if he ever told anyone before he died, it never made it up here.

Peter: I can't wait to study these people! They're language, their culture...

Paul: It ain't easy to find these folks. They're supposed to be hidden in some remote valley in the mountains somewhere, an' the mountains are surrounded by real thick jungle and brush.

Peter: We'll make it through. I know we will!

Valerie: I hope they have a way to cut through the brush on that Hydro-whatsis thing.

Peter: This is Micky we're talking about here. He probably has everything on there...and then some.

Valerie: If it makes sense, it was probably Lauren's idea.

Peter: Hey... (Frowns) What's that sound?

Paul: (Looks up) Sounds like more traders.

Valerie: (As gunshots are heard) That's not traders, unless they're hunters who thought they saw rhinos walking around!

Peter: Those have to be some awfully big rhinos!

(Everyone hurries outside. Pruitt and his men surround the Hydrosail Boat. One has a gun on Micky. It's taken three to wrestle Mike to the ground and get his gun away from him.)

Paul: What in bloody hell is goin' on here?

*Micky gulps and gives a half-hearted wave.*

Valerie: (She runs in front) How did you get here?

Pruitt: (Pats the Hydrosail Boat) We planted a lovely little tracking device on your very...unusual...vehicle. It worked like a charm. We've known where you were ever since you left the cave near Shanghai.

*Micky growls.*

LeMarque: Valerie...come with us. We do not want to hurt you, or your friends. We just want the medallions.

Valerie: I find that hard to believe after what happened in Shanghai.

Emma: (She starts to Mike angrily) Let Mike go! (Lauren grabs her arm before she can go further)

Mike: Em...damn it... (He looks up at her, trying to pull his arms away and get his gun)

LeMarque: Valerie, I would not hurt you, or anyone close to you.

Valerie: You're one of them. (She nods at Pruitt and the other men) You're a gangster.

LeMarque: Let's just say, I am an antiques dealer.

Valerie: An antiques smuggler!

LeMarque: You say smuggler, I say dealer...why must we argue semantics?

Pruitt: (Points his gun at Peter) We want Thorkleson and that medallion. That's all.

Valerie: (Winks at Daphne and nods at one of the men holding Mike; she goes to LeMarque) Oh, is that all? (She grins, smiling sexily) I thought you found me attractive?

LeMarque: (Visibly sweating) Oh, I do, Valerie. I do.

*Daphne follows Valerie's lead and makes her way to one of the gangsters holding Mike. She walks her fingers up his arm, then runs them over his neck and breathes in his ear.*

Peter: Valerie, what are you doing?

Davy: *makes a face* Daph, what...

Valerie: (She ignores Peter and runs her fingers through LeMarque's greasy hair...making sure he does seen her wipe the grease off on her pants) You know, we really had something going in LA. It was very romantic....

LeMarque: (Smirks) What can I say? I am Frenchmen. We know romance.

(Peter rolls his eyes.)

Daphne: *to her gangster* And you're just cute!

Davy: Daphne!

Gangster #1: (Grins) I like a woman who knows a good man when she sees one.

Pruitt: Jacques, drag that woman off of you and get the medallion! This is important business, not a blow job!

Valerie: Now Jacques, I want you to do one little thing for me.

LeMarque: Oh anything, anything, ma cheri.

Valerie: I want you to (she knees him hard in the groin) get to know the ground a bit better.

*Daphne follows suit, kneeing the gangster she was hanging onto.*

Mike: (As the gangsters pull away to help the now-doubled over one) Thanks, Daph! (He hits one of the other gangsters)

Micky: Uhh, little help over here!

Valerie: (Pushes LeMarque aside) Come on, Lauren! Mick needs our help.

Lauren: Right!

Pruitt: (He blocks Micky) Where do you think you're going, skinny boy?

Micky: Skinny? I'll have you know I have a high metabolism.

Pruitt: If I turned you to the side, would you disappear when I looked at you? (He tries to do so)

Micky: Hey! *laughs* That tickles!

Pruitt: And they say you have the huge appetite! Where does it all go?

Micky: My hollow leg.

Pruitt: You look ridiculous in these things. They do not make your face look bigger, just more like an insect. (He grabs the goggles off Micky's head so hard, the backs snap)

Micky: *eyes narrow* Hey, gimme those back! *mutters* I can't see a thing. *frowns* Can't you pick on someone your own size?

Pruitt: (Looks around; grins) There's no one here my size.

Micky: I'm sure the buffet is happy about that!

*Lauren slaps her forehead.*

Pruitt: (Narrows his eyes) Watch it. I'm big-boned.

Micky: Pfft. I've heard THAT before.

Pruitt: I have a glandular problem.

Micky: *narrows his eyes and leans in Pruitt's face* You're fat!

*Lauren groans, muttering something about "Stupid heads."*

Pruitt: And I could crush your windpipe in an instant. (Grabs Micky by his neck)

Micky: Okay, I stand corrected. HELP! :-O

Lauren: That does it. *Goes up to Pruitt from behind & kicks him in the butt.*

Valerie: (As "Randy Scouse Git" begins) Leave Micky alone! (She hits Pruitt in the chin as he falls into her after being kicked in the butt. Between the two of them, Pruitt ends up on the ground) Micky, are you ok?

Micky: Yeah. *Picks up his broken goggles and narrows his eyes* Good thing I asked Paul for some tape.

Lauren: *frowns* Sorry about that, Mick.

Valerie: I...duck! (She ducks an arrow as it hits a man in the shoulder) Peter!

Peter: (He stands on the porch with his original bow and arrows, the crossbow being a bit too modern for a 30s story) Valerie, we have to hold them off! Mike just sent Paul to get help.

*Lauren knocks down another gangster while Micky works on taping his goggles.*

(Peter shoots at Pruitt, who ducks to miss his arrow.)

(Mike fistfights with two of the gangsters, finally letting them knock each other out.)

*Micky tries to make sure the goggles are straight.*

(Emma grabs the coat on one and pulls it over his eyes before taking off, letting him stumble into the main building.)

*Lauren decks a gangster and kicks another in the shins.*

*Daphne gives another gangster a wedgie.*

(Valerie tackles LeMarque. Peter pins him to the ground with a volley of arrows, making an outline around him in the brush.)

Mike: (He ducks in a jeep) Maybe I can hot wire this thing... (He starts messing around with the wires under the dashboard)

Micky: *appears with his goggles taped* Need a hand, Mike? *holds up a tool* How about a screwdriver?

Mike: (Takes the screwdriver) Thanks. (Leans into the car...then looks up again at his goggles) What the hell did you do to your glasses?

Micky: I had to fix them somehow. Would you rather them look like this or me run into walls all the time?

Mike: How did they get broken in the first place?

Micky: Fat boy did it.

Mike: Pruitt?

Micky: Yup.

Mike: Damn that jerk... (He continues fiddling with the dashboard as Peter appears)

Peter: (Tosses his bow and arrow in the backseat, along with what looks like a framed picture) Let's get out of here, before the gangsters figure out what hit them!

Mike: (As the engine roars to life) Yeeehhaww! (He gets into the driver's seat) Yeah. Paul went to alert the local authorities. He knows a lot of bigwigs.

Davy: *runs over, joining them* Got room for one more?

Peter: (Moves the bow) You bet!

Micky: Question is, do you drive better than you fly a plane?

Mike: You're gonna find out. (He steps on the gas. The jeep roars over to a dirt road, taking off across the African savannah.)

Valerie: Come on, girls! Let's make for the Hydrosail boat!

Lauren: Already going!

Emma: (As they climb into the boat) How are we going to find the Lost City of Gold? We don't have that map!

Valerie: We don't have the map... (She grins and holds up both parts of the medallion) But we do have this. I filched the second part off of Peter when we were looking at the map.

Daphne: Great job, Valerie!

Valerie: Peter can be so naive. He wasn't even paying attention when I stuck my hand in his pocket. (Smirks) Probably thought I was more interested in the rest of him.

Emma: Let's be on our way, then! (The girls get into the cockpit. Our last view is of the two vehicles as they take off down the road, leaving nothing but dust in their wake as the music comes to an end and we fade out.)