All language subtitles for clarence.the.cross-eyed.lion.1964.dvdrip.x264-regret (1)_track3_eng

[roaring]

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

[music]

[crowd yelling]

[dog barking]

[speaking in Swahili]

It's back again.

[lion growling]

[chickens clucking]

[goat bleating]

[chickens clucking]

[goat bleating]

[lion growling]

Put me through to Dr. Tracy.
The lines are down?

Give me the drum.

[drumming]

[birds chirping]

[monkeys chattering]

[roaring]

That's what they said, doctor.
That's right--

Daddy, isn't
that lion the most--

Alright, I want Irwin to get
as much antibiotics as possible.

Now what's this about
this crazy lion?

That's what the drums have been
saying all morning.

The lion went in
with the goat

and the goat came out
without a scratch.

Honey, put Irwin down.
I think he's had enough.

Did he, uh...he go
after any children?

No, doctor.

- Hmm, dogs?
- No, doctor.

- Chickens?
- No, doctor.

[leopard growling]

Alright, Abner,
this won't hurt at all.

Well, if that's true.

Daddy, it is.
The drums wouldn't lie.

Well, it's a pretty wild story.
But, uh, we oughta check it out.

Do you know
where this lion was seen?

- Yes. It was--
- The dry river.

Let's go see if we can find
a lion that behaves like a lamb.

Husseini, put the little one
back in its cage, will you?

Ndio, memsahib.

Oh, Husseini, when memsahib
Julie Harper comes for supplies

tell her we'll
be right back.

Ndio, bwana.

Let's stop and pick up
some dead meat.

Dead meat?
For a lion?

Obviously he can't hunt,
so we'll put him to sleep

with a few grains of
chlorpromazine and find out why.

Hop in.

[engine revving]

[no audio]

Well...he's found the meat.

Juma, let me have
those glasses, will you?

Yes, daktari.

Well, I'll be...
So that's it.

Take a look.

Daddy, he's cross-eyed.

Yep, no wonder
he can't hunt properly.

He can't focus his eyes.
We'll take him to the compound.

- See what we can do for him.
- Oh, good.

It looks like the first square
meal he's had in a long time.

That meat won't
hurt him, will it?

Oh, no. It'll just put him
to sleep nice and peacefully.

There. See?

[gorillas grunting]

[grunting continues]

[birds chirping]

What's that?

It's from a camera.
I don't like cameras.

Or people who use them.

Boss, look at the size
of that footprint.

Yes. It's either
from a very small man.

Or from a woman.

Now, I want you to wait
for me right here.

Don't move.

Stay.

[Doris chattering]

- Good morning, Miss Harper.
- Hi.

Come on, Doris. Come on.

[faint growl]

[shrill screech]

Well, leave it to Marsh Tracy
to find a character like you.

Well, maybe we could
operate or something.

I don't know. You know about all
those things. Don't you, daddy?

I mean, cross-eyes isn't...
Cross-eyes aren't.

Cross-eyes isn't
or cross-eyes aren't, daddy?

Call it Internal Strabismus,
honey, and you can't go wrong.

Oh-h.

That was very nice
of you, Julie. Thanks.

[Doris chattering]

There must be something
that goes here.

Hmm.
Oh-h!

[chattering continues]

[lion growling]

There. That's
much more sensible.

Oh, nuts.

[Doris laughing]

Paula, need any help?

Oh, no, thank you.
I'm doing fine.

That oughta shake 'em.

How do I look?

Well, honey, uh-h.
You-you look...you look..

Seductive, daddy?

Very seductive.

Thank you, Julie.

Ouch. Ah.

Growing pangs.

[Doris chattering]

[lion growling]

Wait a minute, Husseini.
I want another piece.

Paula, that's the third
piece you've had.

I thought the cake
was for Julie.

(Julie)
'That's alright.'

It's for later.

(Julie)
'That was very
good cake, Husseini.'

Thank you, memsahib.

She's got a sweet tusk.

Uh-h, incidentally, young lady.

Isn't it...uh, about time
for you to hit the sack.

Oh, gee. Thanks, dad,
for reminding me.

[dramatic music]

[lion growling]

Alright, I'm coming.

[lion growling]

[growling continues]

"Abilard, Alan, Alice?"

Oh, golly, that won't do.
Would it?

How about "Aloyisius"?

"Billingham, Berti,
Bertam, Bernard."

Oh, no, you can't have that.
That's our ostrich.

Well, "Cecil?"

"Cedric?"

What about "Clarence?"
Oh, you like that, don't you?

Cut it out.
That tickles.

Well, Clarence it is!

From now on,
you're Clarence, aren't you?

The cross-eyed lion.
Hey, that has a nice ring to it.

Hey, come on, stop pushing.
Come on, Clarence. Go to sleep.

I better get back to bed
'cause I'm a growing young women

and I'm not supposed to prowl
around at night anymore.

Well, Clarence.
Good night.

[faint growling]

Cut it out, Clarence.

Mary Lou!

Mary Lou.

You know you're not allowed out
at this time of night.

Now, you get in here
and go to sleep.

And don't forget to leave
Mr. Rowbotham alone

when he comes tomorrow.

Oh! When he comes today.

[Doris honks]

(Marsh)
Leavin' already? Mornin'.

Yes, got to get back to camp.
It's a long drive.

Come on.
Where's Paula?

- Why? Is she up?
- Yes. She was up before I was.

Oh-h.

Well, then, I know
where she is.

Stay! Stay there, Doris!

[Doris chatters]

[Clarence roaring]

[Doris honking]

(Marsh)
Paula, you're too close.

Oh, it's alright, daddy.
He knows me now.

(Paula)
'Could I move him
closer to the house?'

Then, if he needs
something tonight, I..

Is that alright, daddy?

He'll be good for her.

Every child
should have a little pet.

His name's Clarence,
and he likes it.

And I'm not a child anymore.

[Clarence growling]

Do you think
he has double vision?

No, I don't think so.

But I haven't had a chance
to examine him yet.

[Clarence growling]

But we can keep him, can't we?

Well, with a name like Clarence.

We wouldn't dare
turn him loose, would we?

Oh, good.

I'll have him eating out
of my hands in a few weeks.

Okay.

[honking continues]

You're a good boy, Clarence.

Doris, don't be so impatient!

- Well, see you next month.
- Right.

- Come back!
- Just take it easy, huh?

Bye.

- Bye.
- Bye, Julie.

It brightens the day
when Julie is here, doesn't it?

Yep. Those gorillas of hers,
don't know how lucky they are.

The word's yes, darling.
Not yep.

Yes, daddy.

Daddy, did mommy know Julie?

Oh, no, honey. Why?

She would've liked Julie
very much.

- Yep.
- The word's yes, daddy.

Why does she spend
so much time up in the forest?

Well, that's her work, honey.

I worry about her.
It must be terribly dangerous.

Oh, there's no danger.

Nothing up there
except gorillas.

Come on, I'm hungry.

[intense music]

[birds chirping]

[whistles]

[music continues]

[loads rifle]

[upbeat music]

[music continues]

(Marsh)
Paula!

Get your basket.
She's done it again.

Come on, Juma.

Mary Lou, will you give up
and come down?

Uf! Uh!

Paula, you promised me

you'd tell that-that animal
to stop stalking me.

She isn't stalking you,
Mr. Rowbotham.

She just loves you.

Then her affection
is totally misplaced

and entirely
unreciprocated.

Rupert, I'm afraid animals
just naturally take to you.

Why I continue
to come here of all places?

I really don't know.

One calamity after another.

Inflicted on a weak
uncomplaining body

that only wants
to be left alone.

[sighs]
Where are my things?

Oh. Now, Paula. Did you do
the lessons I left with you?

Yes indeed, Mr. Rowbotham.

(Rupert)
Well, that's something.

I was rather heroic,
wasn't I?

No, not really.

[Rupert sighs]

I found one or two mistakes

in your last week's
English lesson, Paula.

Oh, dear.

Uh, sit like a lady, dear.

For example, define
the word "platonic" for me.

It means people
who like each other

but don't smooch and stuff.
Like daddy and Julie.

Not a very
articulate definition.

And the most
improper remark to boot.

Now, uh, and the plural
of octopus.

Well, octopuses, I suppose.

No, no, no. Octopi.

[Clarence burping]

Good heavens.
What was that?

Oh, wind.

Phew. Oh. Now, I wonder
if you would be so kind.

After all, your lungs
are somewhat younger than mine.

[laughs]
I love a little joke.

[blowing]

[hen clucking]

[blowing continues]

(Marsh)
'Paula.'

Honey, I thought
you'd like to know.

Erwin's responded
to the antibiotics

and he's gonna be fine.

Well, Rupert,
he's really quite harmless.

It is a firmly established tenet
of my philosophy

that no, absolutely no animal
is harmless.

Oh, well, uh, uh,
forgive me for interrupting.

[Clarence growling]

You know, we really have to do
something about his indigestion.

After the lesson I'll give him
some milk of magnesia.

Well, that oughta help.

[blowing continues]

Thank you, but there is nothing
wrong with my, uh, digestion.

[blowing continues]

Well, if you are quite ready
with my globe.

Phew! Now, where were we?

(Rupert)
'Oh, yes, of course.
Uh, the plural of octo..'

'May I have your attention?'

The plural of octopus is octopi.
Hippopotamus, hippopotami.

Cactus, cacti. Stimulus,
stimuli. Radius, radii.

Appleus, apple-pie?

And we can manage
quite nicely, thank you.

Without the gratuitous
flippancy.

- Gratuitous, gratuiti?
- That was rather cheeky.

(Rupert)
'And now for geography.
Don't fidget, dear.'

Paula, pay attention.

(Rupert)
'Now, uh.
Where are we?'

Please, don't fidget.

We'll start with,
uh, Istanbul.

'It's a nice bright blue.
Don't fidget, Paula.'

Look, can't we go to Africa
this week, Mr. Rowbotham?

I'm tired of China and Europe
and all those dreary places.

Paula, your knowledge of Africa

I fear is limited to a somewhat
distressing affinity

with its fauna.

An affinity which I personally
can only regard

'as alarming in the extreme.'

[laughs]
Now, one reason for my own, uh,
intellectual equipoise.

Lies in my constant
and determined avoidance

of all contact
with the animals.

This is a cardinal point
of my philosophy.

Which I feel you might do
very, very well to emulate.

You mean I should be like you,
Mr. Rowbotham?

Oh, well. Example is the
most rational form of education.

But the animals love me,
Mr. Rowbotham.

Come to think of it,
they love you, too.

Precisely why I will continue
to regard them.

Uh! I beg you pardon.

With a sensible
and proper suspicion

and avoid all personal contact
with them whatsoever.

Oh, this heat!

We must remember
that in the animal kingdom

man is served..

[Clarence roaring]

...for dinner. Oh!

[Clarence growls]

[hens clucking]

[roster doodles]

Ah-h!

Mr. Rowbotham!

[serene music]

(Husseini)
'Bwana.'

[speaking in Swahili]

Oh, no! Now come on, Clarence.
Get out of there.

Now don't be so damned
pig-headed!

Come on. Out. Come on, Clarence.

Come on. Get out. Come on.

Come on. Good boy.
Now you stay there.

Paula! Paula?
Come on, honey. Shake a leg.

Oh, no. Get him
out of there.

Alright, Clarence.
I've got dibs on the front seat.

Come on, Clarence.
There. Now go over there.

[faint growling]

Ah...alright, I give up.
Unhook him.

A fine how-do-you-do.

[music]

[Clarence growls faintly]

The water level
looks pretty good.

Yeah. Well, let's go
take a look, huh?

(Paula)
Now behave yourself, Clarence.
And stay there.

Well, we have our usual
herd of wildebeests and zebra.

(Marsh)
'Two or three oryx.'

And about a half a dozen
Tommy gazelles.

Two or three kongoni.

(Marsh)
'Hey, hey! Look here.
It's a greater kudu.'

A couple of young giraffes.

[upbeat music]

And one father.

Now stay there, Doris.
Come on, turn around, baby.

Yeah, there you are.
Here, let me see.

Oh, Doris, I don't like
the look of that.

I think you need a doctor.

I better get you
to Marsh Tracy right away.

Come on.

Now, I want you to wait
for me right here.

(Marsh)
We've got enough holes
for the new fence, now.

[man shouting]

- What'd he say?
- I'm not sure.

[speaking in Swahili]

Something about
a girl in a pit.

A girl in a pit
with a leopard.

- A leopard?
- A leopard.

Let's go!

[tribal music]

[speaking in Swahili]

[speaking in Swahili]

Huko! Huko! Huko!

[female screaming]

[leopard snarling]

[female screaming]

Gr-r-r.

(Marsh)
Get the net.

(Marsh)
Try to separate 'em.
Get on the other side.

[screaming]

[growling loudly]

[screaming continues]

[leopard snarling]

Daktari, I'm coming!

(Marsh)
Juma, get him.

Get the hypo!

Shoot it.

Doctor Tracy,
I think you need a doctor.

Here now, Doris.
Sit down. There.

When we catch it in time.
It is easy enough to cure.

- Think we are in time?
- Oh, sure.

It's a good thing you brought
her straight down though.

- She's only got a little spot.
- Poor Doris.

Oh, Paula run down
to the house

and make some of your special
medicinal porridge?

That'll cure her
if anything will.

Ah-ah, hands!

Here, here.
That should do it.

You'll be your sweet self
inside an hour.

Good.

Hey, it's raining.

We made it just in time.

[thundering]

Don't forget to disinfect.

How's the hot water?
I'd really love a bath.

It's good and hot.
And it is all yours.

And a hot bath
for everybody.

That's enough
hot water, Husseini.

Ndio, memsahib.

[hissing]

[Paula singing]

♪ The moon is smilin'

♪ Kumbaya

♪ The moon is smilin'

♪ Kumbaya

♪ The moon is smilin'

♪ Kumbaya

♪ Da na

♪ Kumbaya

♪ Na na

♪ Kumbaya

Ah, that was very nice, honey.
Thank you.

It's, uh...it's getting
pretty late.

(Marsh)
'Aren't you
getting tired, honey?'

Who, me, tired?
Oh, I've never felt more..

Ah-h...tired in all my life.

- Goodnight, Julie.
- Goodnight.

You look pretty.
That color suits you.

Goodnight, daddy.

Goodnight, honey.
Sleep tight.

Julie, um...
I was wondering.

Yes?

How much longer
you gonna be up there?

- That depends on you.
- Oh.

Well, on the foundation.
How are we doing for funds?

Oh, well.
There's no problem there.

Julie.

Yes?

Would you care for a cigarette?

No, thank you.

Drink?

No.

Comfortable?

Yes.

- Anything I can get for you?
- No, thank you.

Paula's right.
That, uh...color does suit you.

[door knock]

Hey, there's someone
at the front door.

I'll get it.

Excuse me.

Golly, daddy, are you a drag?
Mr. Rowbotham!

Uh, my motor car
is playing silly buggers.

I wonder if I might..

(Paula)
'Golly, Mr. Rowbotham,
I'm sorry about what happened.'

plantain bark, wild mushroom

and elderberry, all ground up
and moistened with sour milk

and castor oil.

This is for this patient.

Well, I think perhaps,
if I could

just have that,
uh, cinnamon drink?

Did she say "castor oil?"

Well, it's good for you, Rup.

Only good, Dr. Tracy,
for a condition with which

I am happy to say I am
not at the moment afflicted.

Oh.

Ah, well done, Paula.

She takes more after
her father every day.

Ah, girl children always want
to take after their fathers.

That is what makes the work
of an itinerant educator

so very, very difficult
and unrewarding.

Isn't that rather a lot?

Daddy says it's the best cure
for a head cold.

The more, the merrier.

Well, I don't think it will
do me the slightest good.

Mr. Rowbotham,
you're a skeptic.

Intelligent skepticism, sir,
is the only way

to intellectual chastity.

(Marsh)
'Quite.'

Well, I must say, it's really
quite surprisingly tasty.

Amazing.

It's good.

Ah.

Do you think you really should?

Oh, well, if you insist.

Phew! Really, it's getting
quite muggy, isn't it?

Oh, thank you very much.

To very good health.

[hiccups]

[rooster crows]

Good morning, Doris.
No. Now, leave this.

[Doris chattering]

Oh!

Rupert, you're a very
restless sleeper.

[hens clucking]

[Clarence growls]

(Carter)
Where's Dr. Tracy?

Well, hello, Carter.

Hello, Tracy. What on
earth are you doing now?

(Carter)
'I always wondered how the
Leopard got his bloody spots.'

(Marsh)
'Well, now you know.'

Can't be much future, old boy,
for a chap who goes around

painting leopard's rumps.
What?

Well, you see,
when he's released

'any ranger who spots him
will report his movements.'

(Marsh)
'That's how we keep track
of his migratory habits.'

We've gotta keep tabs on as many
of the animals as we can.

Really?

What an extraordinary waste
of effort.

Well, Carter.
We're extraordinary people.

No hope for the human race.

Be back in a minute, Juma.

[growling]

Well, what are you
doing up here, Carter?

Oh, nothing much, really.

Just, uh, passing through.

Is, uh, Julie Harper still here?

Julie? No. She's gone
back to her camp.

You missed her
by a couple of days.

Just my luck.

Heard she was here.
Hoped I might find her.

What the heck's
she doing up there, anyway?

She's carrying on
her late husband's work.

And he was one of the finest
anthropologists in the country.

Why don't you marry her?

It's hard for a widower bringing
up a daughter all on your own.

[laughing]
What are you trying to do,
Carter?

Play cupid or something?
Come on.

You'd make a good pair.

Probably come up
with a brood of baby gorillas.

Ha! That's rather funny,
isn't it?

No, not really.

That's the trouble
with you Americans.

You got no sense of humor.

[Marsh laughs]

Extraordinary.

Is that natural
or did you do it?

It's unnatural.
I didn't do it.

Well, I wouldn't put
it past you.

[Clarence growls]

Short on manners, too.

Seriously, Carter. Something's
cooking. Now, what is it?

Well, I'm on my way
to pick up a squad of askaris.

There's a major-bloody battle
looming up.

Fun and games
for everybody.

Come, wash the dust out of
your throat and tell me.

Jolly good idea.
I thought you'd never ask me.

[Marsh laughs]

Well, now, Carter.

What's all this about
a bloody-major battle looming?

You ever run across
this offensive fellow?

Armand Gregory. Caucasian.
Age, 39, height, 6 feet 2.

Eyes blue, weight 13 stones 6.

No, I only know him
by reputation.

Bit light on that gin, old boy.

Oh, I'm sorry.

There we go.

- What happened to the arm?
- Oh, a leopard.

You've got to expect that
in your line of business.

- Yeah. Thanks for the sympathy.
- Oh, not at all.

- Now, what's this about Julie.
- Julie?

Julie Harper?

Oh! Julie Harper.

It seems our much wanted friend
Gregory, was seen up here.

On the Ulinzi River.

Well, that's exactly
where Julie is.

Yes.

Bit of a sticky wicket,
isn't it?

We picked up one
of his men a while back

and the miserable fellow
talked his head off.

Seems Gregory's planning to trap
as many gorillas as he can here.

- Gregory's not a poacher.
- He is now.

The last six months
Gregory's been fighting

with a band of rebels
up north.

They finally kicked him out
and he is on the loose

with twenty of his mercenaries,
armed and looking for trouble.

The only thing
they haven't go, is money.

You know what a young gorilla
fetches on the open market?

Yes. About five
or six thousand dollars.

With a mob like that behind him

Gregory can trap 15 or 20
young gorillas

and pick himself up
the quickest little fortune

you could wish for.

And then, with men, arms and
money, Gregory's goin' to be

a considerable thorn
in the administration's side.

Better get up there
and get Julie out.

No rush, old boy.

He's made a rendezvous
with his men for the 25th.

That's when they start the drive
and when the trouble starts too.

Because, I'll be waiting
for him with a squad of askaris.

Nice if Julie's out by then.

You see what I mean?

- Yes, I do. Very clearly.
- Splendid fellow.

Ah-h-h.

Jolly good gin, old boy.
Jolly good.

It's American.

Really?

It's not bad though.

It's quite decent.

Extraordinary.

[gorillas hooting]

[hooting continues]

Oh, you found a pineapple.

[hooting continues]

Oh, Doris, what have you done?

Oh, Doris, you're a nut.

You gave all the ripe ones
to your relatives.

You're an idiot.
You really are an idiot.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Well, the place is a mess.

Wish I'd known
you were goin' to come.

Yeah, this isn't exactly
a social call.

Well, how's she doing, huh?

Come on, look up at me and see.

You came all the way up here
to check on Doris.

Well, no. I, uh, came to
take you back with me, Julie.

Gregory is moving into the area.

- Who?
- Armand Gregory.

What's he doing here?

Well, he's got a bunch
of armed mercenaries.

Only this time,
he's on a trapping expedition.

Gorillas.

'All he can get
and anyway he can get 'em.'

Well, he's not gonna get
my gorillas.

Pack what you need and be out
before the shooting starts.

What shooting?

Well, Carter is bringing
some askaris to try to stop him.

When he runs into Gregory
it's bound to be a bit messy.

A mess?
What about my gorillas?

They do have a sound instinct
for self-preservation.

Against guns?

I know how you feel.
There's nothing we can do.

- So let Carter handle it.
- Sorry you came all the way.

Will you take her back
with you? I'm staying.

- You can't be serious?
- I'm here to study gorillas.

I care about them.
They're my friends.

Not about to go off and let
them be trapped, maybe killed.

Julie, it's your safety
I'm worried about.

- I'm worried about theirs.
- What do you think you can do?

I don't know.

But it took me six months
to get as close to them as I am.

- You know how difficult it is.
- Yes, I know--

No, you don't know.
Now, at last, they trust me.

They're allowing me
to move among them.

I can't leave them
and I won't.

- Now tell Carter--
- Tell Carter what?

I'm not about to go off
without you and that's that.

Alright, if you want
to stay, stay.

Oh, now, Julie,
don't be a bloody fool.

There's nothing you can do.

And there's nothing
you can do about me.

Goodbye.

[storm clouds rumbling]

[roll of thunder]

Marsh, want some of this tent?

No, thank you, I'm just fine.

Why are you
so stubborn? Give up.

I'll give up just as soon as
you agree to come back with me.

Oh-h-h!

Uh, Julie.

What a hell of a time
to have a fight.

Julie.

Julie.

Julie, how about
some coffee, huh?

Come on, I give up.

Go tell her I give up.

Julie..

Julie?

Julie?

Julie?

[gorilla hooting]

[softly]
Oh, boy.

(Julie)
'Marsh, stay out
in the open.'

(Julie)
Don't make a fast move.

Now, let them see you.

Show them you haven't
anything in your hand.

[gorilla hooting]

(Julie)
'Slowly look to the left.'

'Very slowly.'

[hooting continues]

'Alright, now move your head
slowly to the right.'

[gorillas hooting]

'Keep staring them
in the eye.'

[gorilla screeching]

How long do I stare at him?

[hooting continues]

They'll break in a minute.

[hooting continues]

It's alright.
They've gone.

Marsh, why did
you take such a risk?

I had to get you
out of here.

Believe it or not,
Carter's a pretty capable guy.

- Oh, God.
- Nothing you can do.

- Got an idea. Will you help me?
- Sure, if there's anything--

The river runs to the north
of us and to the east, right?

Yes.

Which way is Gregory
going to make his drive?

From the south, get gorillas to
water, which they won't cross.

Given enough time, a gorilla
will build a bridge, of sorts.

Yes, but they won't
have enough time.

What's to stop us
from building the bridge?

Yeah, you're right.
Come on, get your things.

Hold it. Stay there.

It's a Nagonzi trap.

And it wasn't made
by an African.

As long as there are animals,
they'll always be poachers.

I hate them!

It's an old one,
isn't it?

Uh, yeah.

Does it look like good leopard
country to you, Miss Paula?

Yes, it does.

He should run
straight for cover.

But just in case, Miss Paula,
you better shut the door.

Okay.

[leopard snarling]

[snarling continues]

Okay, go on.

Come on.
Go on, move out.

Go find your family, cat.
Go on.

Come on.
Go on, move out.

Don't you wanna go?

You've been cooped up
long enough.

Take the wheel, Miss Paula.
Drive it up a bit.

Alright. Hold on.

[engine revving]

[leopard growling]

[growling continues]

Hold on, Juma.
I'll pick you up.

[leopard snarling]

[leopard growls]

[panting]

You are your father's
daughter, Miss Paula.

Shall I drive
or would you like to?

Miss Paula, I like
the way you drive.

[engine revving]

- Uh-h.
- Ah.

It's not as tough
as all that. Is it, Marsh?

Well, let's just say that...one
of us is a little out of shape.

- Well, that ought to do it.
- Unless you think we need more.

No. No, I-I don't.

Better wash our,
our scent off.

[water splashing]

At least as much as we can.

[splashing continues]

Well, I sure hope that works.

- It's a little rough.
- The rougher, the better.

All they need is a way across
the river out of the trap.

It's fine.

Well, that ought to
fix monsieur Gregory's wagon.

Oh, I hope so.

(Gregory)
'On the contrary, I'd say
you've been of great help.'

I know who you are, Tracy.

Who's she?

None of your business.

If you've ever
heard of me, sweetheart

you must know what a nasty
fellow I can be at times.

I'm making a study of gorillas
for Dr. Tracy's Foundation.

My name is Julie Harper.

Another do-gooder?

Your gorillas, my gorillas,
they'll cross this?

No weapons, huh?

No weapons.

It takes all kinds
to make a world, doesn't it?

Tiny, get two nets
over the other side.

We'll drive the gorillas
over the bridges

and straight into the nets.

Don't know why I didn't
think of that myself.

It would have saved us
a lot of trouble.

You know how many gorillas
there might be in this area?

Roughly?

Find out for yourself.
It took me enough time.

You seriously think I won't beat
it out of you if I have to?

- Better tell him.
- About 40.

What?

About 40!

Forty. We get half of them,
we do alright.

Okay, I want you
out of my way.

You better go back
to my camp. Move!

Wait!

I don't want the gorillas
disturbed until we're ready.

You know how to move quietly?

And remember.

As far as I am concerned
you are both expendable.

So nice
and quietly, huh?

Don't use the bridge.
Take them through the water.

[water splashing]

Siesta time, Clarence, come on.

[chain clanking]

Mr. Rowbotham is comin', Paula.
He'll be here any minute.

Oh, no. Put her in her basket.
Husseini, will you? Please.

Can't find her. She's gone.

Mary Lou.

Mary Lou.

Come on, Mary Lou.
Where are you?

Oh, God.

[Clarence growling]

Oh-h, I know exactly
where you are.

Hand bag's much
too good for you.

I'll make you
into a pair of shoes.

I don't want to seem unkind.

But...if you don't
behave yourself

one of these days
I really will.

Come on. Ugh-h.
Mary Lou.

Now you behave yourself.

Come on. Come on.

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

Clarence, don't you dare!

There goes this week's lesson.
Gone with the wind.

Hey, that's a nice thought.

[cage rattling]

Test all the nets.
Those gorillas are strong.

Here, here and here.

That's where we'll start
the drive and we move north.

Now, we begin
in the late afternoon

when the gorillas are resting.

No, you can't.

[vehicle speeding]

You took your time
getting here.

We made a detour,
picked us up a souvenir.

We ran it down,
took me more than an hour.

(Julia)
Marsh, no!

Marsh!

Oh, Marsh,
I'm so sorry.

I should've left
when you told me to.

No, no, no, that's okay.

I just wanna be here
when Gregory gets his.

What about Carter?

I don't know.
I hope he gets here soon.

Now, I know why I can't stand
to see a trapped animal.

I'm beginning
to feel like one.

Oh.

[upbeat music]

[music continues]

[chain clanking]

He's given up.

[Doris screams]

[gunshots continue]

Alright. If that's the way
you want it.

Chimpanzees don't fetch
a bad price, either.

Stay there, huh?

[engine revving]

[gunshots continue]

Get in here and stay down.

Ah.

Oh. Ow.

Ow. Ah-h-h.

- What are you doing here?
- Same thing as you.

[man screaming in pain]
Ah. Ah-h.

- Come on, let's get outta here.
- Okay.

Ah-h-h!

[gun firing continues]

Ah-h-h!

[Carter speaking in Swahili]

Stop!

Ah.

Knocked him cold, sir?

Sir? Sir?

Oh, sir.

Well, don't just
stand there, man.

- Cut me down.
- Yes, sir.

I'd have you know
it's damnably painful.

Oh, I'm sure it is.
Now, hold on.

You have one more.
Brace yourself.

- Oh.
- Ow.

I'm afraid you won't be able
to sit down for a while.

I'll have to do my
drinking standing up, won't I?

Sergeant, lete glassi wa maji.

Listen, Carter. What are you
gonna do about Gregory, huh?

Oh, he'll probably
get clear away again.

He always does, you know.
It's depressing.

Wasn't that rather
a negative attitude?

Yes. Yes, it is,
isn't it?

Ah, care for a spot
of mother's ruin, old boy?

Oh, yes.
Thank you.

- Miss Harper?
- No, thank you.

English gin.

Oh, um. Well, I suppose
under the circumstances

we can't afford
to be fussy, can we?

Cheers!

[upbeat music]

[music continues]

[chain clanking]

[music continues]

Uh, ah.

Ah-h-h!

Uh, oh, help me!
Help. Oh-h-h.

Oh-h.
Ah-h.

[Doris chatters]

Oh-h. Help me!
Ah-h.

Oh-h.
Ah-h.

[coughing]

(Sergeant)
'Forward March.'

'Oh. Uh. Help me!'

Ah-h-h!

That's Gregory.

Ah-h.

Get a hold of the net.
Give me a hand with the net.

[Doris screeches]

Yeah!

Ah-h.

Ah.

[Gregory screaming]

- Sergeant, stop them.
- Yes, sir.

Stop!

[blows the whistle]

'Oh! Help me!'

Last time you'll monkey around
the gorillas in my territory.

"Monkey around with gorillas."
That's rather funny, isn't it?

- No. Not really.
- Hmm.

And I saw my first
lions yesterday, mother.

At a distance.
They're very hard to approach.

But hold on, one just drove
through my tent in a jeep.

It was a Land Rover, honey.

Oh, was it?
Oh, alright. Land Rover.

Dammit, we've lost them.

Well, we're bound
to run out of gas soon.

We'll just follow the tracks.
Come on, change places.

[engine revving]

What a stroke of good fortune,
help me out.

Um, pardon me.

I wonder if you
would be kind enough

I mean, could you,
uh, possibly..

[Doris chatters]

Oh, my goodness.
You stay where you are.

Don't you come near me.