All language subtitles for Daktari s04e03 African Heritage.eng

Thank you.

Oh, thank you.

Boy, wait till the folks back home get a
load of this.

I think that'll help.

Thanks a lot.

Pardon me.

Where's your camera, Miss Ferris?

This is my camera, Mr. Jason.

Tape recorder?

I want to capture African words, not
pictures.

You must be a writer, huh?

I'm trying to be.

Is that all those darn lions can do?
Sleep?

Stir them up a little.

Tell me, how well do you write from
inside a lion? I thought you were the

who guided Ernest Hemingway in Barnaby
Ferris.

That was my father.

Then why aren't you like him?

I'll bet he knew how to show a writer
some excitement.

Uh -huh.

But he didn't have a license to worry
about.

This is a game preserve now.

Lions aren't for killing.

Mr. Jason, could you give me a boost?

Excuse me.

Judy, how does a lion look when it
charges?

Frightening, huh?

Well, come on.

Let's you and I go find out.

Oh, come on. I've seen you with your pal
Clarence. You're not afraid of the

lions. Let's go.

Remember that goat we recorded at the
compound?

It's about to do an encore.

Oh, Judy, stop worrying.

You had to do it, huh, lady?

Just wanted to see what it would feel
like to be alone and unarmed in the

jungle. Well,

now you know.

Where's your tape recorder?

I, uh... I, uh, dropped it when the lion
charged.

Oh, don't bother looking for it. I'm
not.

Sounds like there's a goat in there
somewhere.

It's caught in a snare.

Now, you stick with me. Well, shouldn't
we go back? The lion might attack Mr.

Willis. Willis is all right. Now, come
on.

Thumb pal, Judy.

And you're a coop lady.

This little caper of yours was either
suicidal or homicidal depending on who

hurt, you or somebody else.

Look, I came on the safari for
excitement, violence, adventure.

The things all bestsellers are made of.

You're a bit too intrepid for this dull
little safari, Miss Ferris.

You can't be serious.

Oh, but I can.

And if I refuse to go?

Have you ever been hogtied?

Come on, baby.

Here we go.

Oh, hi, Mike.

Hi. Well, how'd it go, old buddy?

Oh, thrilling.

I visited nine villages.

examined 17 goats, inoculated 16 cows,
and quarantined three diseased chickens.

You picked the right word.

Thrilling. Uh -huh. Well, I could think
of some words that would describe it

even better.

Oh, come off it, Mike.

Oh, I mean it, Marsh.

Just a dumb cow doctor.

Country veterinarian, remember?

Well, remember, the stock diseases have
dropped 50 % since you took over the

villages. Yeah, and my morale has
dropped 100%.

Darn it, Mosh, I came here to do
advanced research like you, not to be a

to a goat.

Yes, but your work's important and
you're good at it.

Hooray for me. But please, don't tell me
it's important.

Dad, look.

a hot potato.

Sounds as if I need asbestos gloves.

To handle this one, yeah.

A little lady with more nerve than
brains.

I'm giving Ferris the heave -ho. What
happened?

She was playing tag with the Pride of
Lions.

Why would she pull a crazy stunt like
that?

Who knows? Collecting material for a
novel or her own obituary.

Can you drive her to Nagoro?

I'll drive her. Then I can check the
northern villages on my way home.

Okay. Thanks, Mike.

Well, I better get back to my loan
-paying customer before he starts

a refund.

See if people are there.

Yes, fine.

Well, I suppose we better tell Miss
Ferris about a travel arrangements.

Want to come with me?

Miss Ferris, come in.

Oh, Miss Ferris, we're very sorry about
what happened.

Mike is waiting to drive you to Nagoro.

He'll give you a hand when you're ready.
Thanks, but no thanks.

I'm sure you can pick up another safari
in Nagoro.

It's the height of the tourist season.
They're all booked by now.

I'd appreciate it if you'd rent me one
of your vehicles.

Well, I'm not going to let you go out in
the bush alone.

My father did, and he lived to write
about it.

Ferris?

Barney B. Ferris was your father?

Yes. Oh, but he was an old African hand.
He could survive in the bush.

You knew him?

Well, I must have read all his books.

Matter of fact, he helped spark my
interest in Africa.

You might say he was partly responsible
for my being here.

Then you can repay the obligation by
renting his daughter a car.

Well, as far as I'd loan you a car if I
thought you could survive out there. If

you don't, I'll go on foot.

Well, you're really determined to risk
your neck, aren't you?

determined to write, Dr. Tracy, and
write as well as my father did. Well, do

have to be so stubborn about it? I have
to observe Africa firsthand.

My only novel of African life was
rejected because they said it lacked

authenticity.

Well, I intend to correct that fault.
Dad, why can't Miss Ferris stay with us?

Oh, Paula, I think it would be best
if... No, no, she'd learn a lot about

African wildlife if Romero loved her as
she would on any safari.

Is there any real excitement around
here?

Excitement? We have at least ten crises
a week, don't we, Dad? Well, yes, at

least enough so that we don't have to
manufacture any.

If you do stay, no more stunts. I would
want your word on that.

Dr. Tracy, you have it.

And thanks.

All right.

Well, I'll go tell Mike he can leave.

Can I help you unpack, Jan?

Oh, I can manage.

Okay. And thanks, Paula.

Hi, Jenny. Who's your nosy friend?

His name is Taj.

He likes carrots.

Let me show you how he picks them up
with his trunk.

Did you ever hear how elephants got
their trunks?

I think so, but please tell me anyway.

Well, it goes like this.

Mr. Elephant didn't always have a trunk.
Oh, no, indeed.

Once upon a time, he had a nose.

Very shrunk.

and hardly bigger than a dog.

Then one day, a crocodile heaved Mr.
Elephant by the nose and pulled

and tugged and jerked a while and
stretched him like a garden hose.

Alas, alas, the elephant cried.

Oh, look what you have done.

Now take it easy, the croc replied.

You haven't lost.

You've won.

With this trunk, You can tuck up water
and squirt it anywhere you please.

Take a shower when the day grows high.

Or reach for fruit in the highest trees.

After a little cogitation, Mr. Elephant
saw the compensation.

And from that day, every elephant chose
to grow a trunk instead of a nose.

Wait right here. I'll be right back.

Judy, that's a happy story, not a sad
one.

I read that very same story in this
book, but I wasn't sure until you told

Well, I guess you and I must read the
same books. I got four of the books by J

.L. Thomas.

He's the writer, and he's my favorite
storyteller.

Dr. Torrey reads them, too.

And they make him laugh.

Dr. Torrey!

Dr. Torrey!

Dr. Torrey!

Excuse me, gentlemen.

a leopard attacked some of his
villagers.

Was anyone hurt?

No, they escaped, but they're afraid he
may have become a man -eater.

Oh, Paula, get my dart rifle and radio
heavy to meet me in Monduli.

Are you going to kill it? No, I want to
capture it. Could you?

If it is a man -eater, I want to find
out why.

Let me come with you. No, that's not a
good idea. Oh, Marsh, please. This is

just what I want to write about.

And I didn't rig this.

All right.

But under one condition.

You are strictly under my orders.

Oh, good.

Well, hold the fort down, Paulum.

That goes for Judy, too, wherever she
is.

Okay, good luck.

Jan, this is District Officer Headley,
Miss Jan Ferris. How do you do? How do

you do?

You know Mabumba, of course.

Huh? Jumbo Habari?

It's a race on a Mustang.

Mabumba was saying the leopard was last
seen somewhere in there.

I want to tranquilize it, if possible.

You know there's only one thing to do
with a man -eater. Destroy it.

Headley, old boy, we don't know if it is
a man -eater. That's what we want to

find out.

Marsh, Miss, um, Ferris is not coming
beating through the bush with us, is

Jan, I want you to stay with the truck.

Look, Marsh, you know I only came along
because I wanted to... All right.

Um... If you'd rather have a better
view, you can climb up on top of the

Thanks.

What were you trying to do, you little
rascal? Scare me out of my wits?

Come on, here we go.

I don't think this leopard is your man
-eater.

She was recently given birth.

More than likely, she chased away those
villagers just to keep them from her

young. She's still a man -eater in my
book until you prove otherwise.

Fair enough.

There should be a cub around here
somewhere.

Well, if we don't find her, we'll
starve.

She seems to have some sort of
infection.

I think I'd better take her back for a
checkup.

Care to come along?

I can't.

Have to be in Nagora at five o 'clock.

Boomba. Yo, Dr. Tony.

Lady Julia.

Ha, yo.

You're not very good at following
orders, are you?

I heard her crying out there. I just had
to go find her.

Well, she's only a cow.

Yes, but you didn't know that, did you?

Did you find your leopard?

Yes, our man either turned out to be
this little rascal's mother.

I hope you didn't have to kill her. No,
no, no. We tranquilized her. She's in

the back of the truck.

Hmm.

You've saved us a lot of trouble finding
this cub.

Ah, Chewy.

Chewy is Swahili for leopard.

Only until his mother gets well, I
think.

Mucocytosis. Could that be from giving
birth?

Possibly.

Hi, Mike.

Hi.

Well, well, well.

How are the northern villages?

I see the feather count is about the
same. The same as the southern villages,

except more sick cows.

East Coast fever?

Mm -hmm.

No, it's a sample of Mother Leopard's
blood. You want to take a look?

Hmm. Biogenic.

Could be nomococcus.

Want to give me a hand on the diagnosis?

I think I'd like better, but I have to
pipe up this report for the Bureau of

Animal Husbandry.

Mike, why don't you let me type it for
you? I think I can decipher your

hieroglyphics. Well, they have to be
collated.

Well, I can do that.

Thank you.

How do we get along without you?

Stand aside, Dr. Harley. This cow doctor
is taking over.

Oh, all righty.

I'll go prepare Mama Leopard a cage in
the compound.

You want to come along?

And I'll make her a nice soft bed.
You're hired.

You come back here.

Judy.

Come on now. There's no use hiding. I'll
find you eventually.

Judy.

That's a big idea, huh?

look at you. What do you want to do? Try
on the latest styles from the States?

They look funny.

Miss Ferris won't think so when she sees
her. Come on.

Let's get these things back.

Oh, no.

Oh, Judy.

Take these things off.

What a mess.

Here. Wipe your face. Come on, wipe it.

Come on, Jenny, let's straighten this
place out.

Loud.

Doctor, you know what?

Know what?

Miss Ferris is my favorite storyteller.

J .L. Thomas was your favorite
storyteller.

No, she isn't, Jenny.

What says right here, honest?

It's a cable gram from a publisher.

They want Miss Ferris to tell everybody
who J .L. Thomas really is.

For pub... Publicity.

Yes, publicity.

Apparently J .L. Thomas is Miss Ferris'
pen name.

What's a pen name?

A pen name is a made -up name that
writers use when they don't want their

readers to know who they really are.

What's wrong with the real name?

Well, I don't know, but that's her
secret. We shouldn't have read this,

I just wanted to see if I could.

Jenny.

Jenny, would you want someone going into
your room and prying into your secrets?

No.

Reading your mail?

I don't get any.

I know.

But still, there are certain things that
people like to keep to themselves.

And we call this the right of privacy.

Will you remember that?

I'll try.

Well, the important thing now is we must
keep missing.

There is a secret away from everybody
else, right?

I won't tell anyone.

anybody either.

Good morning, Jenny.

Good morning, Miss Barrett.

Golly, she's grown with the past couple
of days.

I just showed him the rhinoceroses.

Rhinoceroses.

I'm a little rhinoceros, but when my
brother comes by, don't call us

rhinoceroses. Call us rhinoceroses. Is
that by J .L. Thomas?

Well, it could be.

She's still my favorite author.

Well, Jenny, the last time you said
that, you said he's still my favorite

author. Why she?

Well, maybe... Because G .O. Thomas is a
name pen.

A what?

She means pen name.

Oh, I see a pen name. I once explained
to her that Lewis Carroll's pen name was

Charles Dodson.

Roadhouse in Wonderland.

That's right.

She just got the words a little mixed
up.

I see.

Well, I was just on my way over to
examine Mama Leopard. Would you care to

along? Oh, I'd love to.

Can I go?

You sure can.

Pretty chewy, huh?

Are you going in there without

tranquilizing her?

Oh, I've given her a mild sedative, but
not enough to invalidate the

examination. I want her normal heartbeat
and pulse.

She could tear to pieces.

I suppose she could, but I don't think
she will under the circumstances.

All right, girl.

Easy does it.

Now, the first thing you do is you
always approach an animal with the back

your hand.

That way you know you're not being
aggressive, see?

You smell it?

Sniff you over, see if you're all right.

Come on over.

Come on over.

Come on over.

That's a good girl.

Yeah.

Let's see if we can just kind of check
you over.

Could anybody do that?

Well, they could if they knew what
they're doing.

Let me just feel that neck.

Let me just feel that neck.

That's right.

She looks in pretty good shape.

She'll be as good as new by morning.

We'll take her out near Monduli and
release her tomorrow.

That's where we found them, and Hedley's
agreed to it.

But weren't you just petrified?

I mean, didn't you feel something in
there?

Yes, a concern.

For the animal.

Wish I knew how it felt.

Take one's courage in hand.

Now that's something I could write
about.

Get out of here.

I've been spooked.

She's out. She's going to be a handful.

You stay in the cage.

Paula, you go with her.

Come on, Michael. Let's get to Jenny's
window.

Jenny's window?

But won't the leopard just run away?

No, she'll pick up the son of her cub
and try to get it.

But the leopard's sleeping with Jenny.

Her window's wide open.

I screamed. She bowled to the cage.

Sorry, Marsh.

You're leaving tomorrow, just as soon as
I can arrange transportation.

But Marsh... But Marsh, nothing.

You promised no more stunts. It wasn't a
stunt. Then what would you call it?

Oh, Marsh, please listen.

Before my father wrote Death of a
Matador, he went into the ring at

He said the only way to understand a
bullfight was to be in one.

All right.

So you're emulating your father.

Now, what do you think now? Are you a
better writer for it?

No.

Nothing stays with me but the fear.

I was kidding myself, Marsh.

I didn't write just one rejected novel.
I wrote a dozen.

And they lacked a lot more than
authenticity.

I just don't have my father's talent.

I'm nothing but a writer of children's
stories.

Yes, I know.

Your pen name is J .L. Thomas.

Probably one of the finest writers of
children's stories living today.

For some reason or other, you seem to be
ashamed of your talent. Why?

You call that a talent?

Compared to my father's?

Well, let me ask you something.

Isn't it better to be a first -rate Hans
Christian Andersen than a third -rate

Hemingway?

I'll have Mike meet you on Wednesday.
Thank you.

Tracy out.

Who was that?

Dr.

Daruma. You mean from the Bureau of
Animal Husbandry?

Well, how many Dr. Darumas do you know?

What did he want?

Well, it seems he was impressed by the
collated reports of some dumb cow

Oh, no.

That says it. Now, I'll never get out of
this dull job.

As a matter of fact, he was particularly
impressed that you noted the diet of

the... Sick cows as well as the well
cows.

So? Oh, nothing.

Except, um, your report reveals that not
one cow ingesting Jupiter weed has come

down with East Coast fever.

What? He wants to meet with you on
Wednesday to discuss setting up a

study. A study that I want you to take
complete charge of. Marsh, that's great.

Listen, if ever again you hear me
complain about my job not being

I think we'll be along in about an hour
or two to take you to Nagoro.

Oh, come on now, Jan. It can't be all
that bad.

To finally learn that you're a washout
and a failure.

That's not bad.

Well, Jan, it's only human nature to
underrate oneself.

You take Mike, for example.

Yesterday, he would have traded jobs
with anybody.

Just now, he realized how important his
job really is.

And he's gained tremendous satisfaction.

I'm glad for Mike, of course.

But what satisfaction can I have?

Well, you bring wonder into the lives of
children.

Isn't that satisfying?

I wouldn't know about that.

Dad, Mike's waiting for you. He's ready
to leave.

All right.

Jan, you'll be gone by the time Mike and
I get back from Unduly, so I'll say

goodbye now.

Would you do me a favor?

If I have time.

I'm afraid Hedley will be along any
minute.

Well, I know, but Dad forgot that he's
as grouchy as a bear without his coffee.

You know the road to Munduli, so I
thought you might take this to him.

Paula, you're wonderful.

Do you really think I could talk him
into letting me stay?

Well, I wouldn't be surprised. That
coffee should put him in a very good

Thank you.

Beep beep.

Beep beep beep.

I see you in there.

Clear the road.

Jenny.

That's very sweet of you, dear, but I'm
afraid he wants me to leave.

I'll bet he'll listen to me, especially
if I say please.

Well, we are closer to Monduli than
Wameru.

You might as well come along.

Hey, can I sit in the front seat?

Sure.

Wow.

Beautiful.

to be scared of.

They can go away.

They can go away in just a minute.

Help me!

While Meryl calling Marsh Tracy, this is
an emergency.

Come in, please.

While Meryl calling Marsh Tracy, come
in, Dad.

Yeah, this is Paula. Please come in.

Well, Merrill calling Marsh Tracy.

This is an emergency.

Come in, please.

I've been all over the compound twice.
There's not a trace of her.

A little girl go -to.

Jenny's in shock.

Paula, believe me. Jenny hid in the car.
I wouldn't have let her come.

We've been trying to get in touch with
you by radio for over an hour, Mike.

Well, we were away from the truck most
of the time.

It's too late to get you into the gora
today, Miss Ferris.

I'll check with you later, see how Jenny
is. All right. Mike, I... Excuse me.

I've got to put the truck away.

How is she?

How's Jenny?

My dad's still with her.

He's afraid she may have a permanent
fear of the animals.

She can't sleep. She keeps having
nightmares.

I guess I better get back. Hey, have
some coffee first.

Yeah, I guess I could use some.

Well, Paula, I'm... Oh.

What can I do to help?

Well, I, uh... I was just going to go
get her sedative. If you want to stay

her for a while, I'll be all right.

Dr. Torrey.

Shh, sweetheart.

He'll be right back. May you just try to
go to sleep?

I can't.

Could you if I told you a bedtime story?

Is it about the elephant who got his
long trunk?

No. It's a new story about a very funny
little rhino.

I'm afraid of rhinos. No, Jenny.

Most rhinos are nice.

You just lie back and you relax.

Choppy the rhino was sad and forlorn.

shunned by his friends, because he had
no horn.

Then one day, he saw a car whose horn
went, Ah -oo

-ga. Ah -oo -ga.

Loud and clear.

Well, he ran so fast to talk to it, he
knocked that car down with his ear.

Said Chubby, Gee, I'm sorry, miss.

I sure didn't mean to frighten you.

I'm looking for a horn, you see.

By chance, do you have two?

Well, car and girl exchanged a wink.

Indeed we do, our Jenny said.

And bringing forth that extra horn, she
plunked it down right on his

head.

Shelby wore it always.

It was better than a bonnet.

For not only was it butterful, but he
could play a

ooga on it.

A ooga.

I guess I won't be needing these.

What was it I said?

Something about bringing wonder into the
lives of children?

I said I wouldn't know about that.

Well, you know now.

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