Original subtitles

[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!