All language subtitles for Mogambo.1953.1080p.WEBRip.x264-RARBG.en

[Animals chattering]

[Chanting in African language]

[People answering chant]

[Man shouting in African language]

[Speaking African language]

Laddie, our luck's in.

Huh?

Black leopard, laddie.

Black leopard nosing the kill.

Get the Jeep, Brownie.

[Shouts in African language]

Boltchak!

Come on. On your feet.
Let's go.

[Shouting in African language]

[Growling]

[Bleating]

[Screaming]

Don't let it twist that net.

[Screaming]

Don't you tease it!

Come on, get around there, Boltchak.

Get a move on, man!

Easy. Gotcha!

Big one! That is a big one!

Yeah. Young, too.

Boltchak! Stop that!

Vic!

[Speaking African language]

[Answering in African language]

Woman:
Who's there? Bunny?

Bunny? No.
This is not Bunny.

Who are you?

May I ask who you are,

why you're here,

and what in blue blazes is going on?

My name is Kelly.
Eloise Kelly.

Better known in
the gay capitals of the earth

as "Honey Bear" Kelly.

And the first thing
that's going on is my robe.

On your arm there,
if you'll be so cooperative.

With pleasure, Miss Kelly.

Stop!
Throw.

Turn around.

No kidding. Find Bunny

and tell him I'm here, will you?

I'd be glad to

if you'd tell me who Bunny is,

and where I find him.

The Maharajah of Bunganor.

Didn't he tell you I was coming?

Oh. So you came down

to visit with the Maharajah, huh?

Sure. All the way from New York.

You know, I think
it was a pretty dirty trick

he wasn't on hand
to meet me when I came.

Didn't he tell you?

No.
The Maharajah is in India.

He left here a week ago.

He didn't!

Yes, he did.

It seems that someone's trying

to take away some of his palaces,

so he gave up the safari and went back

to see what he could do about it.

- Oh, no.
- Oh, yes.

Well, didn't he say
anything about me?

Didn't he tell you I was coming
or anything?

No, he didn't.

Well, just between you and me,

I think Bunny's turned out
to be a big heel.

He didn't even leave
you a return ticket.

Look, Mr. Whoeve-You-Are,

let me jump to my own conclusions, huh?

Ooh, of all the rotten,
subversive tricks!

Flying all the way thousands of miles

to this lousy place.

Arriving here hot and tired
as a Sixth Avenue mink.

That water's even hotter,
and that soap gives out

with about as much lather
as blue cheese.

Look, I'm the man
that owns this building

and the shower and the soap.

Well, I wouldn't be so proud of it.

This happens to be my home,

be it ever so humble.

Well, I had to have someplace to go.

Couldn't get a word out
of laughing boy over there

with the sleigh bells in his ears.

[Shouting in African language]

Ha ha ha.

Ooh, of all the dirty--

Calling out the Maharajah long distance

isn't going to do any good.

And if you'll pardon my subtlety,

I'm not so sure I'd want you on safari

in the first place.

You know, I run a business here.

I'm working these men, and
they have to keep

their mind on their work.

Look, buster, don't you get
over-stimulated with me.

I'm the little gal that flew all the way

from New York to this lousy place,

this Dark Continent.

Only I expected to find
a man with a flashlight.

Look, I suggest that you use up

some of that energy

in getting your clothes on.

I'll assign you to a room at
the other end.

Hey, wait a minute.
Look, look, look.

Can't you get me a canoe, or a truck,

or a pair of roller-skates,

anything to get out of here.

Trucks couldn't get
through this country,

even if I could spare one.

So, you're stuck with our company

until next week's boat.

You mean there's no way to get out?

No!

Now, weren't you going
to do something

about getting dressed?

Ooh.

Boy, this'll be the gayest week

of the season.

[Speaking African language]

Plenty deep, all right.

I thought I told you

to replace that barbed wire.

We went after a black leopard,

remember, laddie?

I'm sorry, Brownie.

Hyah!

Hi, girl. Hello.

How are you, girl?
Come here.

All right, let's get on
with the feeding, Boltchak.

What do you think I'm doing now, huh?

Vic!

Vic, you're getting
too unstrung for your own good.

Why don't you fly out to Nairobi

or even up to Cairo for a week or two?

You know, you haven't been out of here

but just in a year.

I'd like to, Brownie.

Dorgenbeck's yelling for those
two white hippo.

And I'm going to pick that cat up again,

if I have to run him all
the way to the Congo.

I know, but you need relaxation.

And the little trinket that's dropped

from the Maharajah's turban--

she's a spry little bit.

That's playgirl stuff, Brownie.

I've seen them in London, Paris, Rome.

They start life in a New York
night club.

And end up covering the world

like a paint advertisement.

Not an honest feeling
from her kneecap to her neck.

Getting rather meticulous, aren't you?

Maybe.

Maybe it's about time.

[Leopard growls]

Everything snarls around this joint.

Hi. How are you, boy?

Oh, now, you're a nice guy.

Hi, fellas.

Hi, boy.

Hi, boy.

Hey, want to chew some gum?

Hey, Kelly...

Get away from that chimp.

And stop feeding him bubblegum.

Can't anybody be friendly with me

- around this place?
- Friendly?

That chimp?
He'd bite your finger off

just for fun.

But he was only--

All right.
It's your look out.

His teeth are poison.

Once they sink into you,
you'll blow up like a--

well, like an eggplant.

Hey, look, all the other animals

around here are being fed.

May I ask what time we get ours?

You may not hear it
among the other noises,

but I'm beginning to rumble.

We dine at 9:00.

How continental.

Oh!

Ooh, come here, darling.

Ooh, you're such a nice little thing.

Come on over.
Come on.

Come on, little baby.

Ooh. You're nice.

Miss Kelly, Mr. Brown-Pryce,

Mr. Boltchak.

How do you do?

Well, Mr. Marswell,
you look a lot better.

I'll bet you even smell better.

Let's hope that your temper's

the equivalent, huh?

It's on an even keel, Kelly.

Probably improve with food.

Oh, now, that's my nice, healthy boy.

Look, the Nordleys are
coming out by next week's boat

instead of the following.

Well, good.
That means we can get rid of them

one week earlier.

I'm handing them
over to you, Boltchak.

Hmm. Relatives,
I take it.

No. Customers.

He's an anthropologist.
He's going on safari.

Anthro--uh...

You'll have to excuse me,

but I left my cap and gown
at the cleaners.

Anthropologist.

He studies man and
man's development.

Looks for skulls,

examines heads,
and all that.

Examines heads.

Should've met him
before I left New York.

He could've examined both mine.

[Laughing]

[Coughing]

Well, let's not get sick over it,

Mr. Ann Manners.
Not that funny.

Oh, you're so good, Miss Kelly.

Well, ends that, doesn't it?

No kidding.
I've never met scientific types.

I'd like to meet them.

I might even learn something.

I don't think you'll be
seeing too much of them.

You'll be wanting to go
back on the same boat.

Ok, coach, take me out.
I'm through.

[Shouting in African language]

[Speaking African language]

Hey, hey, wait a minute!

Hey, wait for me!

Wait!

[Shouting commands
in African language]

[Answering commands]

[Singing to the chant]

[Squealing]

Hey. A kangaroo.

[Plays a note]

I'm sorry.
I just can't sleep

with that lion or whatever it is

chirping out there.
Do you mind if

I stay with you for awhile?

No. Have a seat.

Sure I won't bother you?

No. Not at all.

New batch of magazines came in today.

Oh, good.

[Lion calling]

What makes him do that?

Is he hungry?

Mmm-mm.

Probably a lioness lurking in the bush

out there somewhere.

I guess there's all sorts of hunger

in the world, isn't there?

Mmm.

[Lion calling]

This is a weird sort of
business to be in--

collecting animals.

I guess it's fun for a man, isn't it?

When it's profitable.

You sell them to zoos?

Mmm.
Circuses, and trainers.

How much do you get for, um,

oh, for a baby elephant,
for instance?

A dumbo?

Is that really the name for them?

Mmm.

Oh, around $5,000.
Tough to ship, though.

You know, I saw a baby
elephant in a zoo once.

He was sucking on a gallon jug of milk

with a nipple attached.

Can you imagine that?
A whole gallon of milk.

Well, their mothers carry
much more than that.

More than a gallon?

Mmm.

Ooh, boy.

Oh, I know. Have you got
any kangaroos?

What do you get for a kangaroo?

You have to go
to Australia for kangaroos.

Oh, yes.
Well, like I said,

I was educated at the York Club.

I'd like to see a kangaroo close up.

A mama kangaroo.

Is it true they carry their babies

in a little sort of pouch thing?

That's right.

All marsupials do that.

Ma-whats?

Animals that carry their young.

You know, like a papoose in reverse.

Oh. Isn't that
the darnedest thing?

Everything but a zipper, huh?

Kelly, you're all right.

How about a drink?

Oh! I'd love one.

Sorry about no ice.

Oh, it's all right.
Doctors say it's bad

for your pouch, anyway.

Soda or water?

Water.

You know, I find always
that with water...

Aah!

What's the matter?

Well, do something!

That's just old Joe.

Old Joe?

Yes. He's our migratory
mousetrap.

I'll bet there isn't a rat or a mouse

within 100 yards of this place.

Oh, boy.

To think I haven't even had
my first drink yet.

I really have old Joe around

to trap young girls into
where you are right now.

Oh, no, Mr. Marswell.

I don't imagine you need
old Joe for that.

The river looks
awfully pretty

in the moonlight,
doesn't it?

Now, wait a minute,
Marswell.

You're turning into

the original
African hot rod.

I can always quit,
Kelly.

You can be nice and
sweet when you want to,

can't you?

How do you know?

Maybe you spoke
too soon.

I'm warning you.

I'm searching.

I'm looking,
really, I am.

I'll look with you...
For a little while.

♪ If a body meet a body ♪

♪ Coming through the rye ♪

♪ If a body kiss a body ♪

♪ Made a body cry ♪

♪ da da da-da
da da da-da ♪

♪ da da da-da da dee ♪

♪ and all the boys
they smile at me ♪

Still pounding away
at that old roll?

Hi, Brownie.

Oh, it's the only
piece of jazz

I've been able to find
around this place.

It's been played more in
the last week

than the last 30 years.

No kidding, Brownie.
You been out here that long?

Oh. I came out here
for my health.

I found it.

Ha ha. I'm still here.

Where'd you get
that scar, Brownie?

Oh. Old buffalo charged.

First barrel misfired,
and we danced around a bit.

Well, that's one way
to die, isn't it?

Dancing.

Oh. I don't know.

Where did you get yours?

What?

Your scars.

Oh.

You've got them,

though they're not
visible.

Sorry. I'm a nosey
old idiot, my dear.

You're pretty smart,
Brownie.

Nice gentle smart,
though.

Someday when
I know you better,

I'll tell you
all about it, Brownie.

[Marswell speaking
African language]

Well, listen to old
Trader Horn out there.

Atta boy. Chop chop.
Quartermaster.

All packed, Kelly?

My, we're busy as--
packed?

The boat'll be here
in 10 minutes.

Muntaba'll take your luggage
down to the dock.

Animals ready
for loading, Brownie?

Yes.

[Crying]

[Singing in
African language]

Hi, sweetie.

Hello, baby.

Come here and say good-bye
to your mommy.

Your mommy's going home.

Now, you be
a good little boy.

Wash behind your ears every day,

and eat all your nice,
raw potatoes,

so you'll grow up
to be a big, fat elephant.

And then step on your Uncle
Victor's corns every day.

Boat, boat.

Hmm?

Boat, boat.

Boat, boat.

Oh, oh.
The boat.

Boat, boat.
Oh, yeah.

[Squealing]

I'll see your baggage
aboard, my dear.

Thank you, Brownie.
You've been very sweet.

You're a nice girl,
Miss Kelly.

I get it, Brownie.

He's running a business,
and I'm a bottleneck.

Sometimes a man can't see
the one tree

because of the forest.

And some day,
he's going to bump into

the wrong kind of tree
and get his nose busted.

Take care
of yourself, Brownie,

and him, too.

Here we are.

[Bell rings]

Kelly, I wish you could
stick around for awhile.

But I'll be busy--

don't spell it out
for me.

You know,
my little white hunter,

it's high time I was
on my way, anyhow.

It's been nice
having you here,

and, uh...

Yes, it's certainly been
something I didn't expect.

Uh, look, when
the rainy season starts,

I might fly up to Paris.

If you happen
to be there,

we might run
into each other again.

Hmm. Might.

Well, take it easy,
Kelly.

Drop me a line.

Man: Hello, Vic.
Hello, Brownie.

Vic: Hello, John.

I have the happiness
to present Mr. Nordley.

Nordley: Mr. Marswell.

Vic: Yes.

How do you do?
We finally made it.

Mr. Nordley,
Mr. Brown-Pryce.

Brownie:
How are you?

And Mrs. Nordley.

Linda, darling.

Mrs. Nordley.

Mrs. Nordley.

How do you do?

Mr. Brown-Pryce.

- Welcome.
- How do you do?

Oh, it's so exciting
and thrilling...

Brownie, take them up
to the house, will you?

Muntaba!

This way, please.

[Man shouting
in African language]

[Singing in
African language]

Hey, kid...

You got money
for your plane fare?

Yeah.

Now, wait a minute--

I'll brain you
if you don't take it.

Call it a 99-year loan.

This is one loan
I'll pay back,

if I have to live
99 years to do it.

[John shouting
in African language]

[Rings bell]

Well, here we go.

Bronx Zoo next.

Well, everything all right?
Good trip?

This is charming.

Everything's
so neat and clean.

I'll be unbearably
frank

and say I didn't
expect it.

Well, I'll be frank
and say

you're a big surprise
to me, too.

In what way?

Well, the wife of the last
science student was here

weighed about 180 pounds
of pure muscle.

Had a good start
on a mustache.

And every time
she spoke to her husband,

every lion in the territory
took off.

He was a little man
with a beard,

and he was an authority
on some kind of a flea.

I sincerely hope
I've disappointed you.

Come on, I'll show you your
room.

[Speaking
African language]

This is Juma. He's your
personal maid.

Anything you want,
ask him.

He won't understand you,
but he's all yours.

Isn't this nice--

Now, about the bed.
I didn't know,

so if you want twin beds,
I'll have them--

Oh, no, no.
Please.

Everything's
most excellent.

Got the beastliest
ringing in my ears.

Lie down, Donald?

It must be
those shots we took.

Doctor said they sometimes
cause a reaction.

What shots?

Yesterday
at the settlement,

the tsetse fly injections.

Tsetse fly?

Your letter
didn't say anything

about going up into the
tsetse fly country.

Well, you see,
Mr. Marswell--

We understood we had
to go through that territory

to get to the gorillas.

Not necessarily.

And why gorillas?

It's a pet
theory of mine.

I want to study
gorillas.

Their family life
and so on.

Even get some
of their vocal sounds

on a tape recorder
I brought with me.

It's a theory
on the derivative evolution--

I'm sorry.
I wouldn't understand,

again,
to be quite frank,

it's a long and
difficult safari.

And it doesn't fit in
with my schedule.

Oh, but there must be--

If I'd known about this, I
wouldn't have taken the job.

But, why?

You can't promise
anything with gorillas

but trouble.

Some people have worked
as much as 10 months,

and never even got a
glimpse of one.

Besides, I have my other
work to attend to.

Donald's perfectly
willing to pay you.

I'm sorry.
You'll have to stand by

the original agreement.
Now, I'm going

to hand you over
to one of my assistants.

Mr. Leon Boltchak.

Perfectly capable man.

But I want to work
with you, Marswell.

After all, Mr. Marswell,

Mr. Nordley made
his arrangements with you.

He made them
with my company.

My organization,
Mrs. Nordley.

Are you all right?

I think perhaps
a glass of water.

Oh, Donald! Donald!

Now, don't get excited,
Mrs. Nordley.

What's the matter with him?

Excessive reaction
to the tsetse fly shot,

that's all.

Be out of his head
for a day or two.

We'll snap him out of it.

I'll get a couple
of tablets.

Don't let him throw
this blanket off.

No.

The shoes.

Our young scientist
just went to his knees.

Out cold.

Tsetse fly shot.

That's too bad.

Mrs. Nordley:
Mr. Marswell!

He's trembling,
and shaking,

and getting nauseated.
We've got to get him

on the boat
and back to a doctor.

Moving him now would only
aggravate his condition.

He's running
a very high fever,

and we have to break it up,
that's all.

Haven't you
a thermometer?

How do we know?

You don't need one.
Fever is fever.

But...

Just a minute,
please, will you?

Would one of these--

A lion chewed him up.

This place is turning
into a hospital.

[Moaning]

Strap him up,
Brownie, will you?

Would one of these
be the right thing?

Donald knows all
about them, but I--

I'm sorry, Mrs. Nordley,
out here,

we have 3 antidotes
for everything.

Quinine, iodine,
and castor oil.

Quinine should fix him up
very nicely.

I don't think he needs
any of the other two, do you?

At certain times,

jokes are in very poor
taste, Mr. Marswell.

Oh, come on,
Mrs. Nordley.

No reason
to lose your temper.

Please hurry!

There you are.

He'll start to sweat
in half an hour or so.

Keep him well covered up.

I'll be back
from time to time.

He's strong enough,
all right.

Got a bite like a young croc.

Mr. Marswell...

Just a minute.

Is that all you're going
to do for him?

What do you expect me
to do, Mrs. Nordley?

Crawl in bed with him
and hold his hand?

[Crying]

Keep him well covered up

and get all the water
down him you can.

Will you do that?

Will you do
what I said?

Yes.

And give him
one of those pills

every four hours.

Good night.

Mr. Marswell. Oh, no, please,
sit still.

It's time for his pill,
but he's sleeping so well,

I didn't want
to wake him.

Oh, well,
I'll have a look.

Boltchak,
play cards.

[Softly]
Much better.

Let him sleep.

All right.

Good night.

Mr. Marswell...

I'd like to apologize
about this morning.

I'm terribly ashamed.

I had it coming.

You know, you pack
a good wallop.

Oh, please.

It was very shabby
behavior.

[Animal screeching]

I hope you'll be
comfortable on that.

Oh, yes, thank you.

It was most thoughtful
of you.

What on earth
are those horrible sounds?

Animal of some kind?

Yeah. They're
hippos fighting.

Why are they fighting?

Probably
over a female.

Thank you very much
for everything.

I'll put it
on the bill.

My room is the last one
on the porch corridor.

In case he needs
anything

during the night.

Thank you again.

Good night.

Good night.

Nordley come out
of it yet?

Yes.

They're both
feeling much better.

Two pretty girls
in one week.

[Laughing]

Kelly. I'm going
to Miss Kelly.

Kelly was all right, Vic.

I didn't say
she wasn't, did I?

Take it easy, Miss,
going up them stairs!

[Mumbling]

Give me a bag!

What?

Throw me a bag up!

Which one?

The little one.

The little one?

Yeah, come on.

Up, up.

There you are.

Thank you!

Now, hold on,

and I'll get the others up to you.

I got all but one more.

Leave them for Marswell.

I'm coming up.

Ok.

[Sighs]

You women
and your bags.

Ah.

Eloise: Hi there!

Anybody up
on the old homestead?

Hi, Marswell.

The return
of Frankenstein.

What happened?

Shipwrecked...

And me without a desert
island to my name.

Skipper:
A catastrophe, Mr. M.

A bleeding belly
full of bad luck.

Oh, you stinker.

How come? Where?

Skipper: About three miles
down the river,

the engine cracks up,

then the current
got hold of us

and drifted us
onto a mud bar.

What about the cages?
The animals all right?

Yes, they're all right.

We left the crew
to look after them,

and me and Miss K
come here in the tender.

Tender? I'll say it was.

Hi, Brownie...

And in the dark, too.

Any minute
I expected to be up...

[Cockney accent] To me
hips in hippopotamuses.

Oh, you got
me doing it now.

Could you send
a couple of your boys

down to the settlement
with the news?

Boltchak,
go get Muntaba.

Have a drink.

Thank you, Miss.

How long will it
take for repairs?

Oh, no time at all--

maybe a day after
we get the replacement.

Mind you, it'll take us

about three or four weeks
to get 'em up here.

Four weeks?

Brownie, take him.

Come on, Jeb,
time for your nap.

Maybe you
ought to bring

the boys around
for a chat,

and they'll shove
off in the morning.

Take the bottle
with you.

Thank you, Mr. M.

Hey, Brownie!

Brownie!

I'm sorry.

[Sighs]

Just a minute, Kelly.

Hmm?

Mr. and Mrs. Nordley
are in that room

and, uh...

I'll have Boltchak
move in with Brownie.

You can take his room.

He'll be back
in a couple of minutes.

Oh, yeah.
The scientific characters.

They look kind
of shiny, new, and young

to be scientific types,
don't they?

Yeah, but, um...

Take it easy,
will ya?

What do you mean?

Well, uh...

You know,
Mrs. Nordley has led

a sheltered sort
of a life, I guess,

and, uh, well, uh...

Let's not
get too informal.

You know
what I mean.

I know what you mean,

and you got
about as much gallantry

in that remark as you
think I've got brains.

Oh, now, wait
a minute, Kelly.

Oh, never mind,
Marswell.

I'll just act like
I was your sister

down from Vassar
for the holidays.

Hmm?

Well, that was
pretty lame talk,

but you know what
I'm talking about.

It's possible that
I have a slight inkling

as to your outlook
on life.

Oh, Joe, get off my bed!

Scram!

Ooh.

[Crash]

Hi, baby.

Come on.
Now, let me in.

Oh, come on.

Now, behave.

Wait a minute, boy.
Wait.

Come on now.

Hey, listen, save some
for the little girl.

Ohh! Wait a minute!
Wait a minute. Here, here.

Ok. [Laughs]

Aah! No, no,
no, no, no!

No! No, no, no more,
no more, no more.

Oh, you're
a nice little girl.

Oops! No, no,
no, no, no.

Hey. Hey, here's one.

Aah! Hey, wait!

Hey, wait a minute,
wait a minute.

Oh, you're
such a pig.

You don't deserve any more.

No! No!

Now, if you're not such
a pig, I'll feed you.

No, no, no, no, no. No.

Oops, oops!

Here, little girl.

Here, little girl.

Here you are.

Here. Come on.

No, no. Ow!

Oh, hi.

How do you do?

My name is Mrs. Nordley.

I'm Kelly. Eloise Kelly.

Um...I hear
your husband

isn't feeling too well.
Is he better?

Oh, he's much,
much better. Thank you.

Oh, that's good.

Mr. Marswell says he's made
a very quick recovery.

Speaking
of friend Marswell,

I wonder
where he is.

Probably out
lassoing

some ferocious gazelle
or something.

Well, he took
the captain

back to the boat
in a truck.

Something about bringing
back the animals, I believe.

Oh, boy, I wish I had
had a truck last night.

I haven't
walked that far

since some
palpitating half-back

tried to tell me
he'd run out of gas.

You've been here
on some sort of safari?

Well, I was
going on one,

or at least
I thought I was.

I came down to visit
an old pal of mine--

the Maharajah Bunganor.

Do you mind?

Uh, no.

But the big thoughtless
cad stood me up.

He stood you--

Oh, yes.
In Americanese,

that means that
when I got here,

he wasn't here.

Ohh.

Oh, men can get you

into all sorts of
trouble, can't they?

That was quite a shame.

When Marswell first
heard about it,

he was furious, but
then he calmed down,

and he was, you know,

he was kind
of sweet about it.

He's kind of cute, I
guess.

He's a pretty rough,
mean man at times.

I must get your husband
to examine his head,

see what's inside.

Oh, I hope the saga
of my lonely travels

hasn't shocked you.

Oh, no.

I suppose the girls

are a little
more conservative

up your way,
aren't they?

Well, with my husband
almost well again,

I had it in mind
to take a little walk,

sort of get
one's bearings.

Nice day for it.

Well, so be it.

[Cawing]

[Loud animal noises]

[Catcall]

Well...

Bless your big,
bony knees.

Hi, Kelly.

You're up early.

Oh, you know me,
the neurotic type.

Insomnia.

Hey, why don't
you tell a fella?

She's something.

She's the kind
that makes men

want to break out
of jail.

You been talking
to Mrs. Nordley?

Well, now, look at him.

Knew to whom I was
referring right away.

Yeah. Me and
my crystal ball.

You and your
crystal head

and wipe that Emily Post
look off your face.

I didn't endanger
your lilly-white reputation.

I simply said she's pretty.

So she's pretty.

What the blue blazes
has that to do

with the price
of pork?

And she's very nice, too.

Certainly she's nice.

So she's nice. I said
it first, didn't I?

Well, who cares
who said it first?

Well, it might make her
a little nicer if I said it.

All right. So you
said it first.

I better look in
on him.

Mr. Nordley is peacefully
pounding his ear,

and not that
you're interested,

but Mrs. Nordley
has gone for a walk.

Gone for a walk?!

Where?!

Well, how should I know?

How do you
like that?

Why didn't you try
and stop her?

Well, I'm sorry.

I had no idea you couldn't
go for a walk around here.

Brownie, how do
you like that?

Mrs. Nordley
walks off into the bush

like it's Hyde park.
Take the Jeep

and go around
by the forest trail.

I'll take the river road.

[Cawing]

[Loud animal noises]

[Animal growling]

Mrs. Nordley!

[Growling]

Aah!

[Growling]

[Roaring]

Aah!

[Growling]

Linda, don't move.

[Bang]

[Cries]

[Thunder]

Well, that's that.

Come on. Let's
go back to camp.

Oh, I'm--

- Let's go.

Well, I've certainly won
myself the reputation

for being an utter fool.

I'm not so much worried

about your reputation
as your health.

Anything should
happen to you,

it's my reputation
that would suffer.

Doesn't
a woman's reputation

mean anything to you?

Only if I'm
personally interested.

Not very gracious,
but...

Understandable.

Donald will think
I'm dreaming

when I tell him all this.

Thank heavens
you're a witness.

Do you need one?

Donald's one husband
who's believed

everything I've told him
since I was five years old.

Five years old?

You were married
rather young, weren't you?

Well, actually, we were
married when I was 20.

How long ago was that?

Oh, sorry.

Oh, no. It's all right.

I'm 27.

Satisfied?

You want me
to forget it?

Not necessarily.

Have you ever been
married, Mr. Marswell?

No. I've never had
the good fortune

to find a lady
who was interested.

That could be the remark
of a cynical man.

What have I got
to be cynical about?

I make my contribution
to this mixed-up community

they call the world.
What else is there?

That could be the remark
of a lonely man.

Could be.

[Thunder]

Looks like we're in
for a little storm.

Let's go back to camp.

Come on.

[Thunder]

[Thunder]

[Thunder]

[Thunder]

[Thunder]

Have you been
out walking?

Sure.

Well, you better
be careful.

Mrs. Nordley
very nearly

got herself
into trouble.

Did she?

Yes. She's under
the delusion

that she can wander
off in the bush

without being
in any danger.

From the wild animals,
you mean.

Certainly. What else?

Well, I don't know what
happened out in the bush,

but, uh...

The lady seemed to be
in a fair amount of danger

right here on the porch.

You're seeing
things, aren't you?

Mm-hmm.

[Chuckles]

Hi, Brownie.

Hello.

Ooh, a party.

It's the Nordleys--
their first night here,

so I thought--

Oh, yeah.

Good evening.

Oh, feeling better?

I just--I just have
to get my clothes changed.

Be right with you.

Oh, Miss Kelly, this is
my husband Mr. Nordley.

How do you do?

How do you do?

Excuse me. Get
dressed, you know?

Good evening.

Linda: Good evening.

Would you like a drink?

Good evening.
Yes, thank you.

Who was
the young girl?

Miss Kelly.

Honey Bear.

American.

Judging
by your appetite,

you must be quite
well again.

I feel absolutely
wonderful,

thanks to you,
Dr. Marswell.

Eloise: And
you look it.

And what's more,

you've brought culture

to Mr. Marswell's circus.

I love the custom black-tie

in the middle of the jungle.

Do you know that
before you got here

we wore onion sacks?

Anyone else wish
to join me

in a little more
of the grape?

Mrs. Nordley?

It's very good
for the nerves,

they tell me.

No, thank you.

[Chuckles] My nose?

No, thanks.

Oh, yes,
that's right.

I forgot. These animal
catching characters

don't have
very many nerves--

just one great big one.

You seem to have
a real fondness

for that wine,
Miss Kelly.

Ohh. Any year,
any model.

They all bring out
my better nature.

It was a pretty
exciting afternoon.

I can't tell you,
Victor--

You don't mind if it's Vic
and Don from now on, do you?

Why not?

And Honey Bear.

Uh...Oh, yes.

I mean, the luck in your
getting back in time

to go after Linda.

You know, old girl,
you could easily

have had a very
bad morning about.

Oh, yes. I hear you
can get one anytime

in these parts...

If you ask for it.

More coffee,
Mrs. Nordley?

No, thank you.

You must realize,
darling,

that even the smallest
of creatures in Africa

are voracious.
I was reading

only the other day
of an incident

of the Anomma arcens,
the red driver ant.

It's a very
tough insect.

Apparently,
some poor bugger

left his launch tied up
at the riverbank

and along came an army
of these ants

and ate up everything
except the engine.

Good heavens.

We have hundreds
of different varieties

of ants in this country.

Oh, yes. I saw
quite a few ants

this afternoon, but
I guess they were

just the old-fashioned
kind, huh?

[Clears throat]

All through,
I guess.

Why don't
we have some music

to soothe
the savage breasts?

You play, Miss Kelly?

No, but you can pump
if you feel strong enough.

Oh, I see.
It's one of those.

Yes.

Coming through
the rye.

That's a bit
of home.

Are you in good
voice, Miss Kelly?

No, but I feel like
singing.

Give forth,
then.

Yes, sir.

[Piano begins playing]

♪ When a body
meets a body ♪

♪ Coming through
the rye ♪

♪ If a body
kiss a body ♪

♪ Need a body cry? ♪

♪ Every lassie
has her laddie ♪

♪ None, they say,
have I ♪

♪ But all the lads ♪

♪ They smile at me ♪

♪ When coming
through the rye ♪

I say, it's
absolutely delightful.

I have a frightfully reedy
tenor,

but I'll join you
in the second verse.

Wonderful. Hey, Brownie,
let's make it a trio.

Yes.

A bunch of wailing
banshees, huh?

Now.

♪ When a body
meets a body ♪

♪ Coming through
the rye ♪

♪ If a body
kiss a body ♪

♪ Need a body cry? ♪

♪ Every lassie
has her laddie ♪

♪ None, they say,
have I ♪

♪ Then all the boys ♪

♪ They smile at me ♪

♪ When coming
through the rye ♪

Ahh.

[Laughter]

[Overlapping talking]

I don't want
to interrupt,

but I thought you
might want to know

that if you're willing
to start right away,

I'd be glad to take you up
into the gorilla country.

No, really?
That's splendid.

Provided neither of you

have changed
your minds, of course.

Changed our minds?

Do you hear that,
Lin, darling?

Isn't it wonderful?

Yes. Yes,
simply wonderful.

Well, I was thinking

of that letter
from Ringling Brothers.

That was a nice price

they offered for a pair
of young ones.

Besides, I haven't been

up in the gorilla
country

in several years.

Be a good change
of that routine

you were
telling me about.

And since
our two young guests

have it
in their minds, uh...

Well, we could kill
several birds

with one stone...

To coin a phrase.

[Exhales]

Donald: I think it's
absolutely wonderful.

You'll pardon my schoolboy
enthusiasm, Miss Kelly,

but you see,
Vic was so stubborn

about not taking us
at first.

Oh, yes. Why, he's just

an old quick-change
artist...

But real quick.

Do you know
that one minute

he can be just Trader
Horn himself,

and then suddenly
everything goes black

and, oops, out he comes

dressed
as Dr. Livingston...

I presume.

Donald: Fortunate for us,
I'd say.

Yeah. Nobody'll be surprised

but the gorillas.

Miss Kelly
can come with us

as far as the district
officer at Kenya.

Oh, don't worry
about me, Brownie.

I'll be quite all right.

I'll sort of go into
a monastic retreat

and realize
how beautiful

life really is.

Well, we close up
shop here

except for the boys
looking after the animals.

You'll have a 6-weeks
wait or even longer.

No, we'll take her
as long as is far

as the district officer
at Kenya,

and she can truck out
with his party.

Yes, I guess that
could be arranged.

In that case, you'll
be on your plane

in Picardo within
a week or 10 days.

Fine. The sooner,
the better...

To coin a phrase.

I saw your light.

I thought you
weren't asleep yet.

Mmm.

When do you plan
to start?

Oh, we can be ready
in about two days.

Full safari,
I suppose.

Entire complement
of boys.

Naturally.

You know this is
going to delay

the Dorgenbeck and
the Chicago Zoo order.

We can fill it

quick enough
when we get back.

Think, lad.

That's a nice couple.

This is no good.

What are you
talking about?

Oh, nothing.

Getting old,
I'm afraid.

Good night.

[Man speaking
African language]

Linda: Are they all
Muntaba's wives?

Victor: No, just six.
The other three are cooking.

No kidding?

Yep. No kidding.

Let's go.

[Catcall]

[Engine starts]

[Beeping horn]

[Man singing
in African language]

[Men singing
in African language]

Fascinating,
isn't it, darling?

It's amazing.

Oh, look.
What is that?

Some sort of stork?

Secretary bird.

Secretary birds.

Oh, what a prosaic name.

Why do they
call them that?

That's an unfair
question.

I haven't
the slightest idea.

That secretary
on her left

has certainly got
a pair of legs

for the boss
to drool over.

She looks like
she's been chased

five laps around the desk
and is now headed

for the pay window.

[Chuckles] Miss Kelly,

we should certainly
hate to lose you.

Oh, now, don't be greedy.

Let the others speak
for themselves.

Just what
is our schedule?

Oh, we stay
on the same street

for another two days

until we reach
the river here,

there the Maculas
will give us canoes

and paddle boys, then
we proceed down river

till we reach
Kenya station.

At Kenya station,
we contact Jack Wood

he's the district
officer

of the Samburu
territory.

Oh, the Samburus.

Those are the chaps
I particularly

want to visit.

And that, Mrs. Nordley,
is where I leave you all--

you all.

No tears?

We'll give you
a going-away party.

Eloise: Thank you.

Where then?

Then we'll
proceed on foot

to the Mountains
of the Moon.

Oh, that's the beginning
of the gorilla country.

Linda: Oh, look.
What are those?

Victor: Impala.

Linda: Oh, it's simply
exquisite creatures.

Why, you'd think
they had wings.

Donald: Oh, it's the
aepyceros melampus suara.

They can clear
a 12-foot obstacle

with a leap as long
as 35-40 feet.

Oh, you mustn't
take the megaphone

away from the driver.

We're going to pass
Grant's Tomb any moment now.

He'll tell you
who's buried there.

I beg
your pardon?

There's a handsome animal
for you, Mrs. Nordley.

Thompson gazelle.

Linda: Oh, lovely.

Who is the Mr. Thompson
famous enough

to have a gazelle
named after him?

He's a third baseman--

hit a home run
for the Giants once.

Won the pennant.

Miss Kelly, we'll give you

two going-away parties.

Well, I've got one for you.

You see those zebras over there?

Donald: Yes. The
equus burchelli granti.

Well, to me,
they're zebras.

Anyhow, are they born
white with black stripes

or black with white stripes?

Well, actually, they're
born black with--

[laughter]

Donald: I am
going on, aren't I?

You know, Mrs. Nordley,
this is, um...

Quite a nice, bright
husband you have.

Information I'm already
well aware of, Miss Kelly,

but I assure you
that outside

of his niceness
and his brightness,

there are many other reasons
why I'm in love with him.

Well, thank you, old girl.

I'd say he was a very lucky man.

[Drums beating]

[Men chanting
in African language]

Better turn in early.

We'll start at 5:00
in the morning, miss the heat.

Oh, here.

Hang on to this.

It's loaded. All you have
to do is pull the trigger.

Who do I point this at?

Well, leopards and lions

have been known
to come into tents.

Thank you, Mr. Marswell.

Actually, in light
of recent development,

there'll be no danger

of my hitting you,
will there?

Look, Kelly, don't.

We know each other well--

oh, never mind,
Marswell.

It was just
a dumb crack

to double
right back at me.

Boy, how stupid
can a gal get?

Good night, Kelly.

Good night.

[Marswell speaking
African language]

[Men speaking
African language]

[Knocking]

Everything
all right here?

Anything you need?

Everything's just fine,
thank you.

Good.
Good night then.

Just a moment,
will you, please?

For several days now,

Miss Kelly's been making...

Well, at least insinuations.

Well, I wouldn't
let her upset me.

She'll be leaving us
at Kenya station.

But what would
give her the right

to say things
like that?

She saw us that day when
we walked up on the porch.

Oh.

You must
forget that--

that it ever happened.

It was just...

Well, it was nothing.

You want me to forget it?

That's why you
changed your mind

about taking us on
this trip, isn't it?

Plus, the fact that you're
not in love with your husband.

You mustn't
say that.

Even though you said
you were today in the car,

and I know why you said it.

I said it
because it's true.

I am in love with
Donald.

You asked me why
I never married.

Maybe you yourself
are the reason, Linda.

Donald: Linda!

I'll see you
in the morning.

Hello, Vic.

Won 15 shillings
in a poker game

to meet my expenses.

Good.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Boy, I'm tired.

Looks like the start

of some exciting weeks,
eh, darling?

Linda?

What?

Of course, darling.

That Kelly girl
is certainly

a different type
from any I've met.

Wonderful sense
of humor.

I like her,

and it's perfectly
obvious, of course.

What is?

Well, there was a thing
between her and Vic

before we arrived,

and now we are
the villains.

In some odd way,
we've broken it up.

Not that I blame her,
of course.

Vic's a devilishly
attractive chap.

Don't you think so?

As a woman?

Well...

I suppose so.

All I know is I'm glad
you saw me first.

Good night, darling.

Good night, Donald.

[Chanting
in African language]

Welcome, Victor.

[Chanting continues
in background]

How are you, Victor?

Fine. Thank you,
Father.

Brownie. How do you do?

Hello, Father.

Father Josef,
this is

Mr. and Mrs. Nordley
from England.

How do you do, Father?

[People yelling
in African language]

[Chanting continues
in background]

Your music
is wonderful, Father,

although it did frighten
me a little at first.

Well, it's
hardly Catholic,

but it's a song
of welcome,

and that's
Christian.

We're all just
in time for lunch.

Brownie,
you're not still

on a diet, I hope.

Never, Father.

[Chanting continues
in background]

Miss Kelly,
Father Josef.

How do you do,
Miss Kelly?

How do you do, Father?

You're just
in time for lunch.

And so, you
good people are going

to the gorilla country.
Precarious animals.

A friend of mine
at mission preparatory,

Father Pulaski,

had his head torn
from his body

by one of them beasts.

That was carelessness,
Father. You know that.

We're relying
on Victor to see

that we retain
our heads.

I can't wait to see them
in their natural habitat.

The truest exemplary link
between modern man

and his primitive
derivation.

Yes. I think
you and I

could have
a lusty debate

on the origin
of man, Mr. Nordley.

I'm afraid you'd prove too
rugged an opponent, Father.

By the way,
I spoke to the chief,

and you can have
the canoes and the men

on the usual conditions.

[Laughs]

Oh, no, not again.

I'm afraid so, Victor.

What are
the conditions, eh?

Is there any trouble?

Well, in order to get
the men and the canoes

to go into
that strange country,

the bwana mkubwa,

the big chief, the party
of the first part,

to wit, our friend
Victor must undergo

what is known as
the ceremony of courage.

The ceremony of courage.

I don't think
I've heard of it.

What is it? Some sort
of native custom?

Well, it's sort of like
a game of darts.

[Laughs loudly]

[People cheering]

[Speaking African language]

[Speaking
African language]

[Laughter]

[Chant in African language]

[Drum roll]

[People cheer]

[Drum roll]

[People cheer]

[Drum roll]

[People cheer]

[Drum roll]

[People cheering]

[Drum roll]

[Crowd chatters]

[Speaking African language]

I'm sorry, Victor.

[Speaking
African language]

That's a fine way to run
a railroad, buster.

Oh, that's
all right, Father.

All right, Boltchak,
load the boat.

Come on. We've got
the canoes. Let's go.

[Speaking African language]

[People yell
in African language]

Father, I'd like
to speak to you a moment

when you have a chance.

Certainly,
my daughter.

Thank you, Father.

[Tribal drumming and chanting]

[Drumming continues]

[Music continues]

Darling.

Well, darling, this is
the jumping off place.

Do you want to go on
or turn back?

What on earth
makes you say that?

You're taking me seriously.

I assume turn back?

Do you feel all right?

I--I--I'm sorry.

I'm just a bit edgy.

I didn't sleep too well.

I know. It was
an exciting evening.

You take a sedative tonight.

Get in the swing of things,
darling.

With the world the way it is,

we may never
have this chance again.

Let's live every minute of it.

Good morning.

Look, I know everybody's in
a terrible rush this morning,

but I thought perhaps we could
have a few words together.

Yes?

I have been a champion
of female ideals,

and I'd like to apologize.

What on earth for?
I assure you, there's--

Mrs. Nordley...

I'm feeling a great deal
better about life today.

So let's level, shall we?

I'm not blaming you
by apologizing.

I'd just like
to tell you that...

Well, I know how it is
with you and Vic.

We girls are pretty smart
about those things, aren't we?

Aren't you being
rather presumptuous

in assuming anything?

Please, honey.

Don't let me sit here
with egg on my face.

I came here to be your friend,
and the only way I know how

is to tell you that--
well, that I understand.

It can happen to a girl.

He's a pretty
attractive burglar--

really,
if you'll excuse me,

I must finish
my packing.

All right.
I'll get out.

But keep your head, will you?

You know,
you're sitting pretty.

You're a lovely,attractive
woman.

You're married
to a wonderful man.

Is it possible that
all of this advice

is based on the fact that

you know Mr. Marswell

just a little more
intimately than I do?

Oh, my gosh, you are stuck,
aren't you?

Once and for all--

you're jealous.

Shouldn't you examine
your own emotions

in that light?

Look, don't worry about me.

I could be pea green
with jealousy

and not hacked up
any more than I am already.

It's you we want
to worry about.

You know, this is no Sir Galahad
who loves from afar.

This is a two-legged
boa constrictor!

I think
you'd better leave.

All right.

But remember, I came here
to be your friend...

For your sake.

And I'm keeping the offer open.

It'll be rugged,
but I'll keep it open.

[Natives shouting
and chattering]

[Shouts
in African language]

[Native
responds]

You go in the boat
with Brownie.

I'll take Mrs. Nordley
in the lead boat.

Right-o, mum.

But wouldn't it
be better if--

Do you mind, darling?

Not at all.

That's just in case
of emergency.

[Shouts command]

[Natives singing
in unison]

[Singing and drumming continue]

[Growling]

[Singing and drumming continue]

Are the men of this tribe
also polygamous,

like Muntaba?

Only those who can afford
more than one wife.

It seems hardly fair

to take them away
from their families.

You mean the men
are taking a chance?

Well, I--

Yes. I'm quite sure
that's what I mean.

No.

You see, the natives
have all sorts of devices

to prevent their women
from being stolen.

In most tribes, there's
a pre-marriage ordeal

that practically
guarantees fidelity.

Oh, really?
What's that, pray?

Well, let's see if I can--

Donald:
Linda! Look!

Oh, isn't he beautiful?

A perfect specimen.

Clean, too.

Just had his
Saturday night bath.

Look!

Reminds me of
somebody I know.

You were saying..

About this device for
guaranteeing fidelity.

Why wouldn't it pass
in the civilized world?

Well, primarily
because you women

would probably
vote it down.

But why?

Well...

Because...

Because it's a means

whereby a woman is rendered
incapable of being unfaithful.

Oh.

Oh, I think
I understand.

I'm sorry to be
so blunt about it.

No, no, no, really.
It was my denseness.

I should have realized.

Oh, brother.

I can take
your Cook's tour

around the zoo,

but when we get onto
this mental striptease,

and wind up
by hiding behind

the Louisa May Alcott,

I want a powder.

Brownie, watch it.

Hippo!

[Grunting]

Eloise: Oh!

Kenya. Ah, the Samburu.

I'm terribly keen
on seeing those chaps.

There doesn't appear

to be a committee
to welcome us.

Well, Brownie...

Looks like this is
where I leave you.

Well, I'm glad
somebody's glum about it.

[Drumming begins]

[Drumming ends]

Brownie!

[Drumming ends]

[Natives begin chanting]

[Chanting continues]

[Chanting continues]

[Speaking African language]

[Chanting continues]

Jackwood...
Jackwood...

Tom!

It's Vic.
Vic Marswell.

Get--get--get your party
out of here fast.

What happened?

Caught them ivory poaching.

[Winded]
When the corporal...Was...

Taking down the colors...

Last night.

They came at us.

Where are the rest
of your men?

We got two of them out
last night.

It'll take several days...

Before police reserves arrive.

Get your party out quick.

These two...

Good boys.

Don't bother about me.

I've had it.

[Chanting continues]

[Chanting continues]

[Chanting continues]

[Natives shouting]

[Chanting in distance]

[Speaking
African language]

Well, there are
gorillas, all right.

Three or four families
in the next valley.

How do you know
they'll stay there?

I don't.

These people
are great trackers.

We'll start out the first
thing in the morning, right?

Thanks.

[Man speaking
African language]

[Tribe responds
in African language]

[Exchange continues]

[Speaking
African language]

[Man speaking
African language]

[Tribe responds]

Good evening.

Oh, hi, Brownie.

Sit down
and join the picnic.

Ms. Kelly...

Do you know me well enough now
to tell me about your scars?

Nothing new, Brownie.

Happens to
lots of people.

We had just been
married three weeks

when Johnny had to sail,

and then two months later

I got a telegraph
from the war department

telling me that he
and his little P-51...

You know,
he had "Honey Bear"

painted on the nose.

Well, anyway...

They both blew up
in a million pieces

somewhere over Berlin.

But you know, Brownie,
as short as it lasted,

it was like being
blessed for a lifetime.

So you hit the high spots
and the gay beaches

trying to forget him, then?

Yeah.

Great strength
of character.

But you'd know it
if you met it again.

Hmm?

I say, you'd know it
if you met it again.

Yes, Brownie,
I'd know it.

Look!

Flamingoes.

[Calls out]

Gorillas.

What?

Gorilla country.

It's nice up here,
isn't it?

High.

Yes, it is nice, for a change.

I don't like
mosquito netting.

It separates people,
doesn't it?

Donald, please...

[Faint, quivering voice]
I've got to fix these things.

Perhaps it's
the altitude,

but I feel
very lightheaded.

Don't you feel in
the least little bit--

Don't! Donald, please!

Well, I'm sorry.

I--I'm sorry, darling.

[Crying]
It's nothing. It's--

It--it's just that
I'm terribly tired.

That long climb today, and...

Oh, I don't know.

Come now, darling,

we've got a very early start
in the morning.

I don't know if
I'll quite feel up to it.

[Shouting]
Donald!

Please turn that light off!

It's shining
straight in my eyes!

Right now.

Lin, darling...

You're still my girl.

Don't--don't be so childish.

That's good enough
for me.

[Tribe singing
in African language]

[Singing continues]

Kelly, why don't
you come along?

You might find gorillas
interesting.

Gorillas.

A month ago,

I was buying
a bra at Macy's,

and now I'm studying
gorillas yet.

No, thank you.

I'll stick around
and help Muntaba cook.

[Speaking
African language]

What did he say?

Well, he says you, uh...

Can't even cook.

[Singing continues]

[Tribe drumming and chanting]

[Whistling]

Gorilla. Lots of them.

[Whistling continues]

[Whistling continues]

Is the battery ready, Matongi?

Yes.

[Whistling]

[Calling]

[Gorilla grunting]

[Grunting intensifies]

[Whispering]
I didn't know

they could climb trees.

Only the young ones do.

[Thwacking sound]

[Chest beating
and grunting continue]

[Native shouting
in African language]

Donald, camera.

Would you like to photograph
a bull gorilla?

Why, yes, sir.

Wonderful.

Brownie, cover us.

[Grunting]

[Grunting]

[Rustling in background]

[Gorilla screams]

[All screaming]

[Gorilla shrieks]

[Shrieking continues]

Don't move back.
Don't budge an inch.

[Gorilla grunting]

Hold still.

He's trying to bluff us.

[Grunting and panting]

Bring your camera up.

Slowly.

[Shrieks]

[Shrieks]

[Gorilla grunting]

Brownie...

Watching.

[Shrieking]

Watch the young bull.

Got him.

[Shrieking and grunting]

[Shrieking and grunting]

[Screams]

[Shrieking and grunting]

[Shrieking and grunting]

[Shrieking and grunting
continue]

[Linda screams]

[Gorilla grunting]

[Gorilla grunting in distance]

Brownie...

There's the one
we want to pick up tomorrow.

[Gorilla calf grunting]

That's the last
we'll see of them today.

The boys can keep track
of them tonight,

and we'll bring up
the nets tomorrow.

Brownie!

This is the film
and one of the reels.

Will you take them back
and keep them somewhere cool?

Precious stuff.

Of course.

You think you got anything
with that camera?

Well, I hope so, but...

I must admit
I was pretty scared.

Frightened to death.

You were scared?

Heh.

I'll never forget
the first one I saw.

Linda was
all right, too.

You hear that, darling?

They're a strange beast,
gorilla.

You can bluff them
sometimes,

and then sometime...

Well, we'll see tomorrow
when we net 'em.

You think it's all right
for me to stay up overnight

and get some night sounds?

Of course.

Not going to be
very comfortable

for Linda, though.

I don't exactly want to
get rid of you, darling,

but...You don't mind,
do you?

No. Of course not, Donald.

You, uh, stay up here
with Donald. Do you mind?

Just as you say.

Keep whatever boys you want.

Boltchak?

No.

I like my comforts
in life, too.

Darling...

[Drumming]

[Singing begins]

Ms. Kelly.

If you are looking for Vic,

he is taking a...Walk
with Mrs. Nordley.

You realize, don't you,

that just from the way
I can't stop myself

looking at you that...
Everybody knows?

Everybody but Donald.

There are times when I
feel like an absolute--

I know.
I feel it myself.

He has to be told,
that's all.

I don't know
how to tell him.

Oh, Vic.

Victor...

You stay in the camp tomorrow.

I'm going up the hill.

Do you understand?

[Whispers]
Yes.

[Growling]

[Growling]

[Growling]

Hi. Mind if I join the,
uh, marshmallow roast?

No. Sit down.

Did you have a nice
moonlight constitutional?

Very pleasant.

Pleasant, the man says.

Well, now, at least
that's gallantry.

Uh...

Look...

It's none of
my business,

but, uh...

You know, old Donsey boy
is not such a bad shot.

And he'd be
well within his rights

if he suddenly decided
to take home a...

A little trophy
from his paper chase.

As a matter of fact,

you know, your head would
look pretty decorative

over his mantelpiece.

You know, with your
big ears stuck out

like an elephant
about to charge.

Get off my back, Kelly.

I'm in no mood for it.

You mean that?

Mmm.

Hey, Vic.

Look at me.

This is no hit and run
this time, is it?

You're really in love.

You better go to bed.

All right,
I guess that's it.

I don't know how
you're gonna solve this,

or...

Or what good's ever
gonna come of it.

But whatever you do,
Vic, I--

I wish you all the
happiness in the book.

Go on to bed, kid.

[Crying]

Oh...

Black king.

What do I want with
an old black king?

Ok, ok, let him go.
He'll find out.

A little boy
and a Daisy air rifle.

And, gee, dad,
it was just my size.

Oh...

[Drumming and chanting]

[Gorillas grunting]

[Natives shouting]

[Grunting]

[Grunting]

Brownie...

You and Boltchak check
the nets on the other side.

[Gorilla screaming]

[Drumming and shouting continue]

Net's rotten.

Boltchak!

That net's falling apart
back there.

You know that, don't you?

[Speaking African language]

[Speaking African language]

You sure you still want
to go through with this?

Oh, yes.
Yes, certainly, Vic.

It might be a little
dangerous, you know.

The old ones, they're sure
to charge the net

when they, uh, Brownie's
around there trying

to rope a young one
for you.

- Now, Donald.
- Yes, Vic?

I want to talk to you.

Just a minute, Vic.

Cigarette?

Yes. Thanks.

We might as well make
ourselves comfortable.

This thing may take
five minutes.

It may take an hour.
Depends on the disposition.

We can sit here
and talk.

Good. We haven't had
much opportunity.

When I admire a fellow,

I always like to get
to know him better.

Exchange points of view
and all that.

Yes. I like to have
everything aboveboard, too.

I'm glad to have this
opportunity of saying

that I think that
everything's

been handled simply
magnificently.

Well, things haven't
gone off

exactly like they
might have, but--

No. Truly, this will
always be one

of the most memorable
experiences of my life.

It's only that--

well, I am disappointed
for Linda's sake,

that's all.

What about Linda?

Her not coming up today.

Not feeling up to it
and all.

I realize now that,

much as I enjoy
this sort of thing,

field trips, roughing
it, so to speak,

it's not for Linda
at all.

She wanted to come up,
but I told her--

Oh, yes, I know.
She's been wonderful.

Making her pretenses
of enjoying it.

But that's for my sake,
you know.

She's been so moody
of late.

Almost irritable
once or twice.

And believe me, Vic,

that's not like Linda
at all.

Only night before last,
she even forgot it was

our wedding anniversary.

That's usually
the husband's blunder,

you know.

No. These trips
aren't for Linda.

I suppose it's home in
Devonshire from now on.

Raising that family
sooner than I expected.

Hmm.

Forgive me if I
tell you how much

I'm in love with her.

Do I have to forgive
you for that?

No, seriously, Vic.
It's been great

to become friends
with a fellow like you.

We're so different,
you see.

I imagine you've
had to grub and sweat

even for every penny
you've made

and everything you've
wanted to build.

Me? Oh, I'm one of those

silver spoon chaps,
I suppose.

I've been spouting
a whole autobiography.

Tell me something
about yourself.

To begin with,

if I am not too beastly
inquisitive,

Linda and I have
always wondered

why an attractive chap
like you has never

got himself a wife.

Been too busy
collecting animals.

Looks like he's
coming out now.

Stop talking and watch
what you came for.

[Growls threateningly]

Vic!

Vic, you've certainly
saved my life.

You don't think I
planned it, did you?

Last thing I wanted to do
was knock him over.

No, of course not.

Let's stop the chatter
for a while.

Sorry, Vic. The little
one got away.

Never mind. Tell Boltchak
to stay up here.

Tell him I want to examine
the gorilla.

Boltchak!

Fine gorilla.

Very fine specimen.

I'd say he weighed
close up to

700 or 800 pounds.

I say, Boltchak...
Hmm?

Do you have any idea why
Vic stalked off like that?

Came back to camp
with hardly a word.

I'd say he had
a very good reason

for hurrying back
to the camp.

Here. Have some more.

I must've said something
to upset him.

If you don't know
the reason,

I'd begin to find out
if I were you.

What do you mean
by that?

Mr. Nordley,

if I had a wife
as pretty as yours,

I'd find out
fast enough.

Well, Mr. Nordley.

Oh, Mr. Nordley!

We'll go back to the canoes
first thing in the morning.

Get an early start.

Everything goes.

Where is everybody?

Still up there.

Did you get
the baby gorillas?

Everything fouled up.

Oh.

You know, you don't look
much like a bridegroom

who cometh forth from his
chamber and rejoiceth--

you don't look so hot.

I don't feel so hot.

You got left on third,
huh, Marsie?

Didn't even go to bat.

You couldn't
tell him, huh?

No.

You went noble.

I went yellow.

You went noble.

How do you plan
to, um,

break the news
down the street?

I'll think of some way.

That's just the way
to keep you, uh,

clearheaded, of course.

Sometimes it gets you
nasty enough

to get a nasty job
done.

Well, then, don't be
so stingy

with your nastiness,
partner.

Come here.
Let's have a drink.

Like I've always said,
Kelly,

you're all right.

Here's to your
noble nastiness.

- Skol, Kelly.
- Drink up.

To the Victor belongs
the spoiled herring.

Victor? That's you.

Vic. Joke. Laugh.

Yes, sir, you're
all right, Kelly.

Oh, you said that before,
but I love it.

Don't worry, Vic.

I'm not trying to crawl
back into green pastures.

Poor old Marsie.

Got himself all tangled up
in one of his nets

like a gorilla, and he
doesn't know how to get out.

[Both laughing]

Ohh, well, um,

if you two will
excuse me,

I think
I shall retire.

No. No. Don't--

there's plenty
in the bottle yet.

More where that
came from.

Plenty for all of us.

Come on in, Linda.
Join the party.

What are you so
surprised about?

You always sort of
guessed that Kelly and I

were old friends,
didn't you?

It's all right for old
friends to have a drink,

isn't it?

What are you saying?
You're drunk!

Certainly, I'm drunk.

But I certainly know
what I'm saying.

Listen, Mrs. N., you're
not gonna tell me that

you've been taking all
this seriously, are you?

You know how it is
on safari.

It's in all the books.

The woman always falls
for the white hunter,

and we guys make
the most of it.

Do you blame us?

Oh, when you come along

with that look
in your eye,

isn't a guy in the whole
world who could--

Linda...

What's been
going on?

I'm glad you came in.
This big Congo Casanova

has been after your wife
ever since she's been here.

And she's been sport enough
to hold him off and not even

tell you about it,
so as not to spoil your fun.

Well, tonight he got her
over here on the pretext--

well, uh, he was pretty drunk.

So, when I came tearing
over here to help,

well, um, he was getting
pretty bad,

so she shot him
as any decent woman would do.

We're going,
darling.

Beat it.

Go on, there.
Come on! Hurry up.

Get going.

If she hadn't,

I'd have done it
myself.

Oh, now, are you going
to stand there

and bleed to death?

Nah, just grazed
the skin.

Now, don't you go losing your
head.

You've done pretty well
up to now.

Losing my head!
Fine thing!

Oh, stop talking and put
some bandage around me.

Well, stop yelling
at me!

It's too bad you
didn't teach her

to shoot a little
straighter.

African gorillas!
Lions!

The only lions I ever want
to see again

are in the two in front
of the public library.

[Gasps]

Oh!

Well, we're ready
to shove off now.

Darling...

You can get
into the boat now.

Thank you, Brownie.

Are you sure
you're ready to go?

Quite sure.

[Shouting
in African language]

Kelly!

Yeah?

Now that you're leaving,

how about saying
good-bye?

Ok.

Good-bye.

Look, I'm going to stay
up there for a while.

Try and pick up a couple
of baby gorillas.

Make the trip
pay for itself.

How about you
sticking around?

What for?

Well, I thought
that maybe...

Oh, no.

You and nobody else
is going to wring me out

and hang me up to dry again.

How about it?

As soon as I'm through
up there,

we could head back

and stop by father
Josef's.

Would you like that?

You mean
you're going to make

an honest woman
out of me?

It suits me, Kelly.

It suits you?!

Listen, buster,

you and your
quick change acts

aren't going to hang
orange blossoms all over me,

because you feel
the cold weather coming on.

No, thank you.

I'll go back
where I can be honest

without getting
kicked around for it.

I'll see you.

[Man shouts
in African language]

[Singing in native language]

Hey, Brownie!

What?

Take good care of her.

I can't hear you.

I said,
take good care of her!