All language subtitles for Beryl Markham A Shadow On The Sun

[dramatic music]

[calm music]

♪ Daddy wouldn't
buy me a bow wow ♪

♪ Daddy wouldn't
bey me a bow wow ♪

♪ I've got a little cat

♪ And I'm rather fond of that

♪ But I'd rather
have a bow wow wow ♪

[calm tribal music]

[music swells then fades]

[tribal drum music]

- Stay here, stay, stay.

Mama can't take you everywhere.

Silly boy.

[calm tribal music continues]

[dramatic music]

- [Guard] Halt.

- Sorry, Citi. Thanks for lunch.

- [Guard] Stop her.

[guns firing]

[dramatic music continues]

- Oh, Madam. Madam, Madam.

What happened? What happened?

Do you need help?

- Yes, I do. Help
me. Yes, help me.

Kibii, yes.
- Are you all right?

- Bloody man tried to,
what do you call it?

Hijack me.

- [Bror] Are you sure
it wasn't the military?

- He pushed poles
across the roadway.

- You've just had
the honor of being

the first European to
be shot at today, Beryl.

- There's been an attempt
at coup d'etat, dear.

- Really? Well nobody told me.

I could have been.

[laughing]

Well I was, wasn't I?

Oh, thank you, George.
That was very good.

Hello, young man. Who are you?

- Well, I'm Arthur Kane.
We talked this morning.

- Oh, yes.

He's the man I came to see.

- [Arthur] Listen, if
you're not feeling well,

I'd be glad to talk
to you another time.

- No, I'm fine.
Really, I'm fine.

Though you certainly
couldn't tell

from the way the men
around me are going on.

Come, young man. I'm
absolutely famished.

And I want to hear
all about America.

Why don't we start
with another voddie?

George, bring the
bottle, will you?

Your magazine,

what do they want
for their money?

- How do you mean?

- I'm not selling the
secrets of my life, Arthur.

May I call you Arthur?

- Why, sure. Call me
whatever you like.

Well,

we're a literary magazine,
not a scandal sheet.

So what they want is serious
journalism, not gossip.

What we would like to
do is write a story

about you and "West
For The Night".

- Meaning, I suppose,
that you want to know

how much of it I wrote,
and how much Raoul wrote.

- Well,

wouldn't you like
to kill the rumors?

- Rumors? Is that the stuff
of serious journalism?

I wish I'd never
written the bloody book.

Did you read it? Did anybody
read it? It was my life.

Not Raoul, not anybody could
have written about my life.

- Wait a minute, Mrs. Markham.

I have traveled over 8,000
miles to talk to you.

There's no point addressing
me like a public meeting.

I believe that you
wrote the book.

So, why don't you and I

get together and
convince everybody else?

Would you mind if I use this?

Testing, one, two. Okay.

I'm listening.

- [Beryl] It was a long
time ago, nearly 80 years.

- [Hugh] I'm gonna
build a nation here.

- [Beryl] My father
bought some land at Njoro,

and then sent for us.

- Further than the eye can see.

A new world, in Africa.

- Well, water supply certainly
doesn't seem to be a problem.

- My dear, Charles, one
thing to learn about Africa

is that everything is a problem.

Plentiful supply of water
this year, but next.

- Ah, here they come.

- Daddy, Daddy. Daddy.

- [Hugh] I'll get on my way.

- No, no. Stay and meet Clara.

She's heard so much about you.

- No, Charles.

I'll leave you and your
family to settle in.

New life, new world. Enjoy
it, meet it, fight it.

Tackle it together.

Good luck.

It's God's country, when
you remember he created it.

- [Charles] Richard.

- Daddy, Daddy.

- [Charles] Hello, Beryl.

Welcome to Njoro, my dearest.

- Richard's not very well.

- Oh dear

I'm truly sorry to hear
that you're poorly, poorly.

[suspenseful music]

[calm music]

[speaking in foreign language]

- You get, you get.

Out!

Go on.

- [Beryl] Daddy,
what are you doing?

- [Charles] You'll see.
It won't be long now.

[dramatic music]

- I can't take much
more of this, Charles.

- Take what, old girl?

- Africa.

- [Beryl] I like Africa.

- I was about to announce a
little family celebration.

- To celebrate what?

- The dawn of civilization

in this particular
corner of Njoro.

[all talking at once]

- What's the matter, Richard?

- I don't feel well.

- Come inside, love.

You have no idea what
this life is like for me.

- [Charles] I know
it's difficult, but
you must be patient.

Things are getting
better all the time.

- [Clara] I can't go on.

I've tried.

God knows I've tried.

- Please.

- This is your life, not mine.

Nothing is sacred here.

- [Charles] Marriage is
an obligation, my dear.

- [Clara] Pray please, for what?

- [Charles] Please,
don't let's say anything

we might regret afterwards.

- [Clara] I can't
keep up this life.

I can't stay any longer.

I'm taking the children home.

- [Charles] I won't let you.

They'll stay here with
me, in their home.

- [Clara] What kind of a
life can you give them?

[whispering continues]

- Beryl. I want to
tell you something.

You can play with
him in a minute.

You know Richard
hasn't been very well.

Well,

I'm going to take him
home to see a doctor,

and try and make him better.

Daddy and I talked
about it last night,

and you'll stay here with
Daddy while we're away.

- I don't want you to go.

- Well, think of Richard, dear.

You want him well
again, don't you?

- Yes.

- Well, there are good
doctors in England.

And they'll do
everything they can.

- What's England?

- England is our home,

where we come from,
where we really live.

I want you to be a brave little
girl, and help Daddy until.

I mean.

Well, you've always loved
him and it's better this way.

[somber music]

- Up you come, old boy.

- Beryl?
- Yes.

- This is for you, my dearest.

It was my mother's.
It's yours now.

When you look at
it, think of me.

[calm music]

- Our people do
not cry like this.

You must learn not to have fear.

You are an African now.

[dramatic music]

- How did you know?

- [Arthur] You told me, Beryl.

- Did I? Clever.

Not just now. We'll have
you a little later, sweetie.

Now where was I?

- [Arthur] Well, your
mother had just left.

- Oh, no. Let's go on beyond
that, much later than that.

Daddy.

- What is it?

- Arap Maina told me you've
got something for me.

- Oh yes.

- Oh, Daddy.

He's lovely.

- Now you make damn
sure you look after him.

He's just like a little bull.

I shall call him Buller.

Thank you.

- Yes. Well, don't pull me down.

- After a while

my father did build us a
proper house, on the hill.

He tried to give
me an education.

But all I really
needed to learn,

I learned from the Africans.

[speaking in foreign language]

We went to town to buy a dress.

- We went to town
to buy a dress.

- Good.

- Good.

[speaking in foreign language]

Good afternoon.

How do you do, today?

- Good.

- The monkeys, look.

- [Beryl] I learnt from
the animals as well,

how to know what's good
and bad in the forest.

Like the colobus monkey,

taking the yellow berries
and leaving the black.

- [Florence] Whoa.

Good afternoon.

- Good afternoon.
How do you do today?

- I'm very well, thank
you. Who are you?

- He's my friend, Kibii.

I taught him to
say good afternoon.

- You taught him very
well. What's your name?

- Beryl Clutterbuck.

We live over at Njoro.

- You're a long way from home.

Why don't you come over
to my house for tea?

Your friend can tell your
father you're with me.

- I don't know who you are.

- I'm so sorry.

My name is Florence,
Florence Delamere.

Your father bought his
farm from my husband.

- He's a Duke, or an Earl, or.

- No, just a Lord.

Do come. I have a
son about your age.

[speaking in foreign language]

- [Beryl] What's the difference

between a Lord and our Lord?

- [Florence] Well, one is God.
The other only thinks he is.

- [Beryl] Are you a Lord?

- [Florence] No just a Lady.

- I'll be lady when I grow up.

- Expect so.

You'll have to learn to
dress a little differently.

[voices overlapping]

- Florence, my dear.

Just been talking to
these Maasai chaps

about a fascinating new sheep,
a sort of flat tail variety.

I thought we might cross
breed it with a Merino.

Might be something interesting.

We might have a new stock.

- This is the Clutterbuck
daughter, Beryl.

- How do you do, my dear?

- Mama, we're just
going for a gallop.

- No your not.

This is Beryl Clutterbuck,
and she's staying for tea.

- Hello.
- Hello.

[speaking in foreign language]

- [Beryl] Daddy, Daddy?

- What is it?

- Daddy.

Could you come with
me to the Delamere's?

Daddy, will you?

- Come out?

Can't you see I'm busy?

- They're holding
a party for me.

- Party for you?
What on Earth for?

- Well, it's my birthday.

- You should have told me.

- [Beryl] All I want you
to do is come to the party.

- I've got far too
much to do here.

[somber piano music]

I'm sorry I forgot.

[suspenseful music]

[dramatic music]

- Kibii, come on!

[suspenseful music]

[hog squeals]

You taught me.

[lion growls softly]

[lion growls]

- Beryl. Beryl, Beryl. Beryl.

[horse neighs]
[lion growls]

- [Arthur] So you never
actually went to a real school?

- [Beryl] There were
endless Governesses.

I always managed
to get rid of them.

- Allow me.
- Thank you.

- Oh, Beryl.

This is Mrs. Orchardson,
your new governess.

- Hello.

I'm sure we're going
to get on splendidly.

- [Charles] Well.

Let's get you settled in.

- One morning, M-O-R-N-I-N-G,

at the end of July, J-U-L-Y,

a young man

and four boys were-

[calm piano music]
[crickets chirping]

- Beryl.

It's time for bed time.

- Daddy?

- Time you were in bed.

I need you to be quiet.

- You asked me to
play the piano.

- I asked you to play
it, not destroy it.

Now of you go.

[sour notes play]

[door slams]

[calm music]

[dramatic music]

- [Beryl] It was a
gilded childhood.

- Richard.
- Beryl.

Hey, Beryl.

Oh, hi.

- It's so nice
that you came back.

- Summer holidays for us.

- I know.

- School starts
again in the Autumn.

- You like school?

You wrote a letter, and it
sounded very frightening.

- It's alright now.

Mother sends her love.

She says she'll be
coming back to Kenya.

But I have a feeling it's just-

- Talk.

Come on. Arap Maina's leaving.
He's going to be a soldier.

Kibii and me are
going to see him off.

- I want to stay here
and finish these.

- Richard?

- I want to finish these
sketches before I go home.

- But they'll be a
band and everything.

Kibiis' father's
going off to the war.

- I should be enlisting
in two years time.

- Will the war be
going on for two years?

- The Housemaster says it will.

- [Beryl] Are you glad?

- We all have to do our
duty, for King and country.

- [Beryl] Come on.

[coughing]

[speaking in foreign language]

[military cadence music]

Arap Maina never came back.

- My brother always received
the silliest school reports.

They measured his height

when he first arrived
at boarding school.

And at the end of term
my father received

the first school
report, which said

that at the beginning of term
John was four foot, five.

But at the end of term he was
four foot, four and a half.

[all laughing]

Oh no, no. The joke was
the Headmaster's comment.

John seems to be
settling down well.

[all laughing]

[coughing]

Beryl, give him some water.

- Settling down well, so funny.

[coughing resumes]

[voices overlapping]

[beads rattling]

[speaking in foreign language]

[birds singing]

[somber music]

[speaking in foreign language]

- You'll come back, Kibii.

- Everything between
us will be changed.

I will be your servant.
I will call you Mensa.

I must live with my
people, and you with yours.

- You'll be a fine man,

and a fine warrior.

It was Kibby's turn to
leave home. Goodbye.

To be initiated into
the ripeness of manhood.

With his going, my
own childhood ended.

- I'd better go.

- Go? Isn't there a curfew on?

- No they've canceled it.

Panic's over I guess.

You still up to
it tomorrow at 10?

- Tomorrow, and
tomorrow, and tomorrow

creeps in this petty
pace from day to day.

- Where does a young girl

learn Shakespeare in the
middle of the jungle?

- She's come a long way.

- [Charles] I don't know what
she'd have done without you.

- I'm very fond of her. She's
the daughter we never had.

[bell ringing]

- [Beryl] Kibii, Kibii!

- Mensa, you did well.

- [Beryl] He's the
one who did it.

- [Kibii] He did well too.

- I'm afraid my pony went
lame in the last shuffle.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

Hope it wasn't my fault.

- No, no.

I thought you played superbly.

- Thank you.

- Thirsty?

- No, not just yet.

It was at that match

that I met the man, who
to answer your question,

taught with me
Shakespeare in the jungle.

- Beryl.

I don't believe you've
met, Denys Finch Hatton.

- How do you do?

- How do you do?

- Jock says you're a
brilliant polo player.

From a man with his
reputation in the game,

I would say that was
quite a compliment.

- [Jock] Beryl really knows
how to talk to horses.

- I do not.

- [Jock] Yes, you do.

I've seen you're muttering
to them, like a witch doctor.

- I'm hopeless at polo.

- Denys is a hunter.

- Well more of a tour
guide these days, really.

Would you like to come on
safari with me some time?

- [Beryl] I'd love it.

- I'll bring her along.

All you have to do is ask us.

- Gentlemen, I hate to
take Beryl away from you.

There's someone I'd
really like you to meet.

Excuse me.

- [Arthur] Is that
when Denys Finch Hatton

and Karen Blixen were lovers?

- No, no no. That
was much later.

- [Arthur] They never married.

- No.

- And your father never
married Emma Orchardson.

- No.

In the old days,
they used to ask,

are you married or
do you live in Kenya?

No one ever asked Karen if
she wrote "Out of Africa".

Why do they always ask me?

- [Arthur] Perhaps because

you had never written
anything before.

- I have a lot of notes.

Little efforts,
sketches, beginnings.

I never kept a diary. There
was always too much going on.

[contemplative music]

- If the rains don't come soon,

we're gonna be in real trouble.

- Oh, don't worry,
dear. They always have.

[contemplative music continues]

[horn honking]

- Good morning.

- [All] Morning.

- How do you like my new Fiat?

- [Emma] Oh, it's beautiful.

There can't be
another in all Africa.

- I collected her in
Mombasa last week,

hell of a good
ride home with her.

Anyone like a spin?

- [Emma] We have
to do the accounts.

- [Charles] I've contracted
to supply 2000 tons of grain.

- You'll be able to afford
one of these yourself.

- If I get a crop this year.

- [Emma] Why don't
you take Beryl?

- Oh, ah. What about it?

- Why not?

[calm music]

- [Charles] I've asked Jock

to join us for Christmas dinner.

- Oh?

- He's taken quite a
shine to you, old girl.

He's a good man.

- Are you trying to
make a match, Father?

- Well, you could do worse.

[somber music]

[music intensifies]

Disaster.

- 92 pounds. Any more than 92
pounds? That's 92 pounds then.

And finally, the
last lot of the sale.

Lot 128, showing here,

a fine stallion
imported from England,

from the estate of
the aristocratic.

We'll start bidding
at 50 guineas, then.

50, thanks, sir. 50 on
my left. 50, 60. 70, 80.

90 guineas, 90 guineas,
100 guineas, 100, 110.

120, 130 a new bidder.
130 guineas. Any more?

140. 150 guineas now. That's
150 guineas, then. Any more?

That's 150.
- 160.

- 160 from the gentleman
in the corner there.

- 165.I'll take-
- 200 guineas.

- [Auctioneer] 200 guineas
from the gentleman.

Any more? 200 guineas.

200 guineas.

Your name, Sir?

- Well, at least now

I'll be able to honor
the grain contract.

- [Emma] Oh, it's
all unbearable.

- I gave my word. That's
all I've got left.

- What are we going to do?

- [Charles] Oh,
something will turn up.

- Beryl.

I'm sorry.

- It happens to farmers.

Jock.
- What?

- Thank you.

- For what?

- Well, I saw you
push up the bid.

- What are going to
do with the house?

- Well, we don't have
to be out until July.

- Where will you?

- We're survivors.
We'll survive.

- I can't imagine
you without Kenya,

or Kenya without you.

I want to talk to you.

Can you come over
to my house tonight?

Condemned woman's last meal
and all that. [laughing]

- Father.

You all right?

- What a damn, fool question.

- There's something
you might want to know.

Jock's asked me to marry him.

And I've accepted.

I thought you'd be pleased.

- I'm delighted, my dear.

It'll solve a lot of problems.

- [Beryl] Jock was a
perfectly nice man.

But God knows why I married him.

- Maybe just to
please your father,

or for his money.

- Money?

I never gave a damn
about money in my life.

It certainly never stuck
to me, as you can see.

- No, no no. No more for me.

- Come, come. It's good for you.

Jock,

Jock was a man's man.

He did his best to
make things work.

[hammer banging]

Father?

Jock's manager's gone,

and Jock said that you
could have the job,

and the managers
house to live in.

- Yes, he told me.

- Well, it is a job.
And it keeps you near.

- I've got a job,
a terrific job,

training horses.

We leave in the morning.

- Leave?

- It's in South America.

Peru.

[somber music]

- Don't leave, Father.

Please.

- I'm sorry, old girl.
You're on your own now.

[somber music continues]

- I've made you some coffee.

- Oh, thank you darling.

- Oh, Beryl.

I found this.

Isn't it yours?

[somber music continues]

- Thank you.

- Good morning, Beryl.

- What's this?

- After last night,
you deserve it.

- Jock?

Can I ask you something?

- Go ahead.

- I'd like to train horses.

May I?

- Why not?

I've got space, and
money enough to back you.

- Oh, thank you, Jock.

Then I'll ask the
Delameres tomorrow.

- Why do you want to
ask the Delameres?

- They know lots of people.

They can ask some
of their friends.

They're all going to be
there tomorrow at the party.

- Yes. I was gonna
suggest we skip it.

- Why? It's always
the event of the year.

- I've never liked it.

All those Africans,
it's ludicrous.

- I like the Africans.

- In their place.

Delamere spoils them rotten.

He's going to ruin this country.

- Please, Jock.

- Anything you want.

Right now, I know what I want.

- For those of you

who've never done this
before, let me explain.

This is a game of elimination.

And no cheating by pinching
someone else's colors.

You aim for the heart.

[tribal drum music]

And now for the
bullseye, in both senses.

[tribal drum music]

[party goers applauding]

- [Man] Well done, Beryl.
Well done. Well done.

[tribal drum music continues]

[audience applauding]

- The perfect solution, Africa
and it's lesser together.

Let's hail the winners.

- Jock.

- Congratulations, darling.

- Jock, don't be
such a spoil sport.

- [Denys] Beryl.

- [Beryl] Denys.

- Beryl.

[Beryl laughing]

- [Beryl] Where have you been?

- I was late, but not too
late to witness your triumph.

Jock, wasn't she magnificent?

- If you like that
sort of thing.

- Denys, you old
rascal. Late, as usual.

- Late, apologetic, but
still in a state of grace.

- Sit you down with
Jock and Beryl.

- Housman.

- What?

- AE Housman.

Soldier from the wars returning,
spoiler of this taken town.

Here is ease that
asks not earning.

Come you in, and sit you down.

- What are you talking about?

- Sit you down,
it's an odd phrase.

I mean normally you'd
say, sit down. I'm sorry.

- Poetry.

- Hah.
[gasping]

- What the?

- Relax, old boy.

It's just this year's edition
of the Delamere Follies.

- Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to the dance.

[tribal drum music]

- [Beryl] Come on,
Jock. Let's go.

- It's just the kind
of thing I can't stand.

- Jock.

[tribal drum music continues]

[singing in foreign language]

- And to our guests, our talent.

One, two, three.

♪ Knees upon the ground

♪ Knees upon the ground

♪ I don't care but we must go

♪ E-I-E-I-E-I-O

[all singing different
versions of the song]

[all cheering]

[both songs playing at once]

- It's disgusting!
It's degrading!

Crackpots like the Delameres
cavorting with heathens.

And simpering idiots like
Finch Hatton minsing along.

It makes me want to vomit.

And my wife,

my wife makes a complete
spectacle of herself.

Have you any idea what
anyone decent thinks of you?

Have you?

Beryl.

Beryl, I'm talking to you!

[door slams]

- I think he's fine.
You can take him back.

Jock, don't.

- In the house. In the house.

I'm tired of having a
wife who's not a wife.

I'm tired of never
knowing where you are.

This is where you
live, in this house,

not in those bloody stables!

- [Beryl] You're drunk.

- You're my wife!

[door slams]

- Easy, easy. Easy.

Easy there. Easy,
easy easy. Easy, easy.

They've already got
their dinner. Easy, baby.

- I hope I didn't frighten you.

I wasn't sure if
you'd seen the lions.

Tom Campbell Black. And you
can only be Beryl Clutterbuck.

- Purves.

- Yes, of course.

No one else would be mad enough

to be riding out
here on their own.

Well to you the truth,

I'd have probably
only buzzed the lines,

but the engine's been acting up.

Spark trouble, I expect. Oh yes.

- Your plane looks wonderful.

- Transport of the future.

But right now, it's the most
fun you can have in the world.

I'll take you for a flight
sometime, if you like,

minus the horse.

How is Jock?

I haven't seen him since
before your wedding.

I'm sorry I couldn't
make it. I was in London.

- I've never been to London.

Is that where you live?

- No, no. Frightful place.

I have to go there
from time to time.

That should do it.

Well, I suppose I'd
better be going.

It's gonna be dark shortly.

- Delighted to have
met you at last.

- [Beryl] Thank you.

- Give my regards
to Jock, won't you?

[contemplative music]

[calm music]

[hammer beating nails]

- He'd become quite
insanely jealous,

took to hammering
nails in the wall every

time he thought I had
been unfaithful to him,

which was almost any time I
even spoke to another man.

- Well, if you were anything
then like you are now,

I bet you were a
bit of a handful.

[chuckles]

- Well, I was young.

And I'd been used to being.

Oh good. I'd been used
to being free and easy.

Poor Jock.

He simply don't know
what to do with me.

- I've canceled the guests.

[china breaking]

I told them not to come.

[china breaking]

Why should I be
insulted in my own home

by a wife who flirts,
[china breaking]

and prims, [china breaking]

and makes eyes at every
male of the species,

[china breaking]

while she can't stand her own
husband even to touch her?

[china breaking]

That's why.

[china breaking]

[dramatic music]

- [Beryl] I had only one
thought, to get away.

[dramatic music continues]

- Mensa.

- What are you doing here?

- A woman does not leave her
husband. You must go back.

Whana Purves is very angry.

- I have left Whana Purves
for good, or for better.

I'm going to train
horses here in Molo.

I can have my own stable.

- Ha!

- I am.
- A very good idea.

A stable with no horses.

- I'll get them.

- You got money? You
got a trainer's license?

You'll never get a
trainer's license.

What you've got is
one angry husband,

and plenty of trouble.
- You like him so much.

Why don't you go back to him.
He pays you. You've got a job.

- You don't know anything.

You're putting this
on the wrong way.

- [Beryl] Hello, D.

- [Hugh] Beryl.

- Morning.
- Morning.

- Beryl, we haven't
seen you since you.

How are you?

- I'm fine

I'm staying at Molo.

It's not too comfy,
but I'll be all right.

I came to talk to you about
a business proposition.

I want to start a
training stable.

I need some horses.

I'd handle the rest.

And of course I wouldn't ask
for any payment of purses.

I simply want to build my
reputation as a trainer.

- But you've never
trained horses before.

- I've been training
my whole life.

- Not professionally.

- You always said she
was a genius with horses.

- This is different.

- [Florence] Why?

- 'Cause they're my horses.

Besides, the Jockey Club would
never give you a license.

- That's my concern.

I'll get it.

If you'll give me the
horses, I'll get the license.

- We'd like you
to succeed, Beryl.

A proper Kenyan training
Kenyan horses. I like it.

- Miss Clutterbuck.

There is no such thing
as women trainers.

You're asking the Jockey
Club to recognize a category

that simply doesn't exist.

- I'm only asking you
to recognize two facts,

that I train horses,
and that I am a woman.

I really don't-

- There is no precedent.

- For being a woman?

I think it started with
Eve in the Book of Genesis.

- Please, madam. we're not
fencing with words here.

- That's exactly
what you are doing.

I came here to ask for
a trainer's permit.

And you answer me
with words like

precedent, and
category, tradition.

The horse doesn't
care I'm a woman.

[laughing]

Owner seems to trust me.

- Perhaps as a compromise,
Brown-Williams.

- [Brown-Williams] Yes?

- I am prepared to let miss
Clutterbuck's horses run

under my name until
the full committee

can consider your application.

- Well, that's very
generous, Sir Antony.

What do you think of
that, Miss Clutterbuck?

- That's very kind
of Sir Antony.

- Then we have agreement?

- I will agree to run two
horses under Sir Antony's name.

But if either one
of the horses wins,

then you owe me my permit.

[horses running hard]

[shouting in foreign language]

- Belgian Lad's a
natural two miler.

- But is he ready to race?

- It's the only way we're
ever gonna earn any money.

- Mensa, they're going
to cut off our supplies.

No money, no oats.

- I know.

- The blacksmith, he's-
- I know.

- For my people, it's okay.

But you've had no
meat for maybe-

- Don't worry about me, Kibii.

- You will get sick.

[shouting in foreign language]

- I will find a way.

How much will you
lend me for this?

- Blinker him.

- What? But he's
never in his life had-

- [Beryl] I said blinker him.

- But, Mensa-

- Kibii.

Just do as I say. Don't ever
question my decisions again.

Hold him back until
two furlongs out.

[tribal drum music]

- I don't believe it. Why
Beryl, you're praying.

- The jockey's got my horse,
his skill, and his whip.

But I think God can do more.

[tribal drum music continues]

Hold him back.

I've got the best jockey
in Kenya riding on him.

I've got my livelihood
riding on him.

[tribal drum music continues]

Oh, he's gone too soon.

- No he hasn't.

[crowd cheering]

- Sir Antony.

- Excellently trained I'd
say. You've excelled yourself.

[applauding]

[calm party music]

- Beryl.

- This is bloody good
booze. Who's paying for it?

- You are, darling.

Beryl, I would like to
meet Mansfield Markham.

- How do you do?

- How do you do?

- Congratulations
on your winner.

- Oh, thank you.

I don't suppose you'd

care to dance with
a complete stranger?

- Are you the complete stranger?

- Incomplete, unless we can
dance together all evening.

- Oh, well. [laughing]

[calm party music continues]

- Thank you.

[gun firing]

- Now's your chance.

[gun fires]

- Now, if you'd like to
do that again with spirit.

I just love this country.

Don't you love it?

Nobody who has ever loved
Africa can ever escape it.

It haunts you until you die.

- Could you ever
think of leaving it?

- No, never.

- Just for a few weeks.

- No.

- Even for your honeymoon?

- Oh, Mansfield, it's too...

- It's too what?

It's too soon? Too sudden?

- Too perfect.

- Marry me, Beryl. Right away.

- Yes, yes.

[sultry music]

- I knew you would.

- Oh, you did?

- Yeah, when you pulled
your shot and let me win.

[laughing]

[calm piano music]

That one's good.

Well any, or all of
them. They're yours.

Just so long as I reserve the
right to choose the underwear.

- [Beryl] I've never seen
anything like this in my life.

- [Mansfield] Well, a girl
can't wear a loincloth in Paris.

- Oh, Darling. It
seems like a dream.

Everything, the ship,
the Orient Express,

Istanbul, Paris.

Oh, could I wear
this one tonight?

- Isn't that a
little too dressy?

I mean the natives will spot
you as an outsider right away.

- But I am an outsider.

- My darling little outsider.
That's why I adore you.

That's why it's
gonna be so wonderful

to mold you into my wife.

[speaking in foreign language]

[calm music]

[speaking in foreign language]

- It's Kibii.

He said he was
getting a bite to eat.

I never thought he'd
wind up here. [laughing]

[speaking in foreign language]

- Wogs against the
frogs, my dear.

And may the better man win.

- No no, no no.

No no, no no, no.

- Mrs. Mansfield Markham.

This is Uncle Anthony,

He was the black
sheep of the family,

until I went to live in
Africa became pure devilish.

- Welcome, my dear.

- Thank you.

- At least I'll earn my living,

something Mansfield
finds too vulgar to do.

- Oh, yes. Beryl
earns her living too.

- [Mother] Does she?

- Oh, Mother. This is Beryl.

Yes, she earns her
living training horses.

Don't you, my dear?

- Yes.

- And she's very
successful at it too.

- Well, you'll soon have
other responsibilities.

Come and have tea.

You sit beside me my dear,

and we'll get to know
each other better.

You must find our
climate so different.

- [Beryl] Oh yes,
it's very much wetter.

I should have known then,
in those cold drafty halls,

what my marriage would
become, but I didn't yet.

I tried to be perfect.

Oh, damn.

Damn.

- Talented girl you are, Beryl.

Oh, I believe that's
Mansfield back.

Come and give him a kiss.

Did you have a
good day, darling?

- Lovely.

Well, you didn't marry
mother, dear. You married me.

My mother's
completely Victorian.

But don't ignore the
virtues of the Victorians.

They built that empire
you're so attached to.

- Thank you, sir.
May I have your name?

Thank you.

Now then, gentlemen.

Next lot in your
catalog, number 28.

Two celebrate mares
from the Wilmot Stud.

One six year old chestnut,

one four year old dapple gray.

I already have a bid of-

- Mensa, come look at this one.

[horse neighs wildly]

- He's a beauty.

What's wrong with him?

- Bad blood, Ma'am.

- Vicious, that's
what he is Ma'am.

Kicked a groom to death.

Nobody's gonna buy
him. They all know.

- [Auctioneer] Messenger Boy.

Messenger Boy, out of Triple
J, by the late great brother.

- But like governor says,

there's always some fool,
even for the worst horse.

His sister just fetched
2000 guineas, straight up.

- Not that one. Come on. Ma'am.

- Ma'am.

- [Auctioneer] Anyone for 25?

Going, gone for 25.

Sold to the lady for 25 guineas.

Your name please, Madam?

- [Beryl] Markham.

[calm music]

- Beryl, I should be
thoroughly displeased with you,

taking my son away.

I know you're both very
keen on this Kenya.

Once you've had children,

you will have to
come scuttling home,

so they can be
properly educated.

[tense music]

- [Beryl] Come, I want to
show him to both of you.

- [Hugh] What's
that, your man eater?

- [Beryl] My very
inexpensive winner.

- [Florence] Well,
it's very generous

of Mansfield to
indulge you like this.

- [Mansfield] Well, Beryl says

he's gonna make us both famous.

[horse neighs wildly]

[calm music]

- Mensa, he's crazy.

I can't get near him.

- [Beryl] Here, boy.

Steady.

Here, boy.

Easy, darling.

Easy, darling.

[tense music]

[inspirational music]

Come on, boy.

Come on, darling.

[calm music]

Keep him in line.

[upbeat music]
[crowd cheering]

[dramatic music]

To Messenger Boy,
who actually did it.

But most of all,

to my husband,

who has made all of this not
only possible, but wonderful.

To Messenger Boy,
and to Mansfield.

[crowd all talking at once]

- And I believe my wife's
birthday present has arrived.

♪ Happy birthday to you

♪ Happy birthday to you

♪ Happy birthday dear Beryl

♪ Happy birthday to you

- Lovely party.

- Jolly tiring though.

- Darling.

I thought.

- What?

- I thought you'd be happy
to know I'm pregnant.

- That's wonderful
news, my dear.

- It's due in February.

- February, huh?

Of course that'll mean we
have to return to London.

- Why?

Kenya's our home.

- All the Markham's
had been born

at Markham Court
since time began.

Besides, much as we
love Africa, Darling,

it's not exactly the best
place for doctors, is it?

- You see, Mansfield reverted
to his family upbringing,

where a woman's
place is in the home,

especially if she was pregnant.

If you're going to be
a disobedient wife,

never marry a conventional man.

- I'll remember that.

- Darling.

- [Mansfield] Who
on Earth was he?

- A messenger, an
official messenger.

We've been invited to join
the royal party on safari.

I've given them our acceptance.

- I loathe safaris,
darling. You know I do.

That sort of excitement

we don't need at
the moment, darling.

But it's the Prince of
Wales, and Prince Henry.

- Well, royalty is unlikely
to affect the tedium

of plodding after animals
in order to slaughter them.

You need to be calm.

- You really don't have
to coddle me, Mansfield.

Active mothers have
very healthy children.

- Well, I despise everything
about those hunting safaris.

And my interest in the
princes is at best, limited.

Please make our excuses.

- I'd really like to go.

- Well, I'd have thought
you'd have cared more about

our child than some
sweat smelling, insect
infested safari.

- I always had an urge
- We're not going.

- for self destruction.
- That's that. I forbid it.

- [Beryl] What I have
never been able to resist

is a new thrill,
or new challenge,

even talking to you
like this, Arthur.

[tribal drum music]
[people applauding]

- Now a toast to the
Royal Highnesses,

and the honor they
have bestowed upon us

by visiting us here in Kenya,

in, if I may say so, the
prime of their youth.

To the Royal Highnesses.

- [All] To the Royal Highnesses.

- Thank you.

- And now, I think we
all deserve some lunch.

- [William] Isn't
that Baroness Blixon?

- Her husband left here.

Now they say she's
having a fling

with our friend, Finch Hatton.

- Is that the lure of Kenya?

- Gentlemen.

Beryl.

I just heard the news,
I'm so very pleased.

- How did you know?

- Markham, he won't keep
it a secret for long.

- Now we can't have

two of the distaff side
whispering together.

- Jack, do you
know Mrs. Markham?

- Oh, I've known Beryl since
used to play with bare feet,

and a wee bear bum.

- I wear considerably
more these days.

- I hope not.

- [William] Mrs. Markham
is very attractive.

- And only slightly
married, by all accounts.

- [William] Just don't start
getting too serious, Henry.

- [Henry] It doesn't
count on holiday.

- If you say so.

But if Father were to hear.

- He won't.

- Do you not find

the presence of royalty
very extracting, Beryl?

As a woman, I mean.

- Mrs. Markham.

- Oh.

- I understand that you're
the only proper native here.

I've just been made president
of Kew Gardens. God knows why.

Would you mind showing me
some of the local flora?

- Well, I'd be delighted.

- Command performance tonight.

- I was really quite
fortunate, actually.

I grew up with the Africans.
They taught me everything.

Everything of value, that is.

- Like what?

- How to find food, water.

- How interesting. How
do they find water?

- It's really quite
simple, actually.

If you trap a baboon. They
can smell water, you see.

And if you hold it till the
poor thing is dying of thirst,

then when you release it,

you can follow it
to its water supply.

- That's fascinating,
absolutely fascinating.

- It's brutal, but necessary.

That's the way you
learn to survive.

- I'm not quite sure
what it's called.

Injustice, something like that.

There is a wall in
which the stones,

align and writhe in
dead men's homes.

- No, please
everyone. Don't move.

Thank you so much.

- And wrongfully
this evil wall denies

what all men may call.

And shamefully
this wall surrounds

our homestead and
our native town.

- Don't be annoying, Jack.

- Come on, Beryl.
You know you want it.

And he's not going
to be giving you

the royal initiation,
not tonight anyway.

- Stop it, Jack.

- Come on, Beryl.

I saw you without any
clothes on 20 years ago.

[grunting]
[laughing]

- Come on, Jack. Keep
it tucked in and behave.

- [Beryl] It's funny
how a little incident

can lead to a big consequence.

Jack Carberry wasn't going
to get out of my life.

But we'll get to that later.

- There are reports
of a herd of elephant

a quarter of a mile away, sir.

But if you want
some real adventure,

one of the scouts has found
tracks of greater kudu.

- Where's the Prince?
I must see him at once.

- Over there, preparing
for the shoot.

- Oh forgive us,
everyone, please.

May I have a word with you, sir?

- Certainly, Bradley. This way.

- Thank you, sir.

- Come on.

- Mrs. Markham.

Our father is gravely ill.

- Oh, I'm so sorry.

- It means we have
to return at once.

- Of course.

- I'm sorry we haven't
seen more of each other.

I hope, well I hope
you'll keep in touch.

- You've been very gracious.

- Henry.

- I'd like to see you again.

I know you'll be
coming to London.

It's my private number. Do call.

- [William] Henry!

- Mrs. Markham, you have a son.

- [Mother] No, no. You're
going to take off this woolen.

The poor dear looks so flush.

[baby fussing]

- Oh, we thought he
looked a little warm, Mum.

- There's nothing warm
in this entire house.

[baby stops fussing]

That's a good boy. There we go.

- Mansfield will be expecting
you for dinner, my dear.

- Tell him I'm feeding Gervase.

Boy, that is good. Is it good?

- Don't wait up for me, darling.

[calm jazz music]

- Beryl, you're not
yet house trained.

- And you are not
yet palace trained.

[all laughing]

- Come on, then.

[Charleston dance music]

- Follow that car.

[upbeat piano music]

- Excuse me, Madam.

There is Mr. Penrose from
The Daily Mirror newspaper

who asks for a word with you.

- [Beryl] Who?

- Only a moment of
your time, Madam,

a most delicate matter.

- [Beryl] Thank you, Jamieson.

Yes?

- We believe that
you are a friend,

a close friend of His Highness,
the Duke of Gloucester.

- If you know that Mr. Penrose,

then surely you must know
that I have no comment.

- Naturally, Madam.

However, perhaps you
can confirm the report

that on Wednesday night after
dining at the Cafe de Perry,

adjoining rooms were taken

at the Ritz Hotel, Piccadilly.

- [Beryl] I have nothing to say.

I'm sure that the palace
press office will give you

all the details that His
Highness' social engagements.

[cutlery scraping against
plates as clock ticks]

- How many times do I
have to tell you, Beryl?

Leave Gervase to his nanny.

It isn't good to coddle him.

- [Beryl] I am his mother.

- You are, also and
foremost, my wife.

- When are we going home?

- This is home,
Beryl, beside me.

My son will be brought
up in England, as I was.

Africa was an interlude,
pleasant but it's over, over.

You hear me?

Over.

If you wish return
to the jungle,

then you do so on your own.

My son remains here, his home.

[birds singing]

- And she was to insist on
the band playing up there.

[light jazz music]

I'm not having any success

at cheering you up
today, am I, Beryl?

What is it?

- Oh.

It's you, me, here, us.

- In that order.

I spoke to my brother
about us last night.

Do you know what a
morganatic marriage is?

As third in line to the throne,

I'd have to contract that any
children we might have will-

- Please.

- Beryl, I love you.

I want to marry you.

- [Beryl] Henry,
it's not possible.

- Yes, yes it is.

Oh, there'd be one
hell of a fuss but-

- Henry. Don't spoil this.

Come on.

[light jazz music continues]

- Most grateful to you, Mr.
Markham, for coming so promptly.

Sir George, our solicitor.

- Sir.
- How do you do?

- We believe the situation
has reached a crisis.

- The situation?

- [Sir George] This
is most difficult.

- You mean my wife's
relationship with Prince Henry?

- [Sir George] Exactly, sir.
I'm most grateful to you.

- It's a cross I've had to
bear for some time, sir.

My marriage is, for all
intents and purposes,

now over, Your Majesty.

That being so, I hadn't
thought it my place

to interfere in Beryl's life.

- My brother is infatuated,
perhaps in love.

Mrs. Markham's feelings
are, I am told, less strong.

- His Majesty has
been taking advice

from several
quarters, Mr. Markham.

- And we have a proposition.

- I was summoned to the
palace this morning.

- I am sorry, Mansfield.
I really am sorry.

- Well, I told
them that whatever

Prince Henry's feelings
were toward you,

I didn't believe that
you had any hope,

or intention of marrying him.

Is that correct?

- I don't love him.

- No.

Very well.

The palace has agreed to make
an ex gratia payment to you,

a small annuity for
the rest of your life.

In exchange, you will end your
relationship with the Prince.

And I have agreed not to mention
him in any divorce action.

However, I will arrange for you

to return to Kenya
within the week.

Is that clear?

- Yes.

- Do you accept?

- On one condition.

Gervase goes with me.

- [Mansfield]
Gervase remains her.

- He's my son.

- He's our son.
Gervase is a Markham.

You will of course be
entitled to see him

from time to time, but his
custody remains with me.

- And if I refuse?

- Don't force me, Beryl.

- I'm not afraid to
face the scandal.

- I'll have him made
a ward of court.

The Prince will be utterly
disgraced, the very throne.

Now please, Beryl, listen to me.

I am offering you your freedom,

access to your son,

return to Africa,

and a sum of money for
the rest of your life.

Now for the child's
sake, and for your own,

I hope you'll accept.

[somber jazz music]

- Mansfield was charming.

He had such style.

I was always a sucker for style.

- Why didn't you write about
any of this in your book?

- Because it was a memoir,
not an autobiography.

- All right.

And can we talk some more about

your decision to go along
with his conditions?

- I've turned it over in my
mind for nearly 50 years.

There's nothing more to say.

Arthur, let's go on.

I went home to find
my father in my house.

He'd returned, minus
Emma Orchardson.

- For God's sake, Beryl,
you gotta snap out of this.

Mansfield is over.
The baby is gone.

You're back home now, you ought
to make a life for yourself.

I loathe self pity.

- I hardly think you're the
one to lecture me on feelings.

You were never there
when I needed you, ever.

You raised me to be on
my own and independent.

Don't think that you can
come back into my life,

and tell me how to sort it out.

- I was simply trying to
do what was best for you,

to make you strong enough
to stand on your own.

I'm afraid I'm not very good at

telling people
that care for them.

I'm sorry, Beryl.

- Yes.

I'm sorry too, Father.

In my pit of despair,

I had an unexpected
visitor, Tom Campbell Black.

- [Tom] The old boy tells me

you haven't left
the place in a week.

- No, Tom.

- Let's go flying, shall we?

You still want to
fly, don't you?

[plane engine
sputtering and rumbling]

- [Beryl] But it wasn't Tom

who dropped out
of the sky first.

Well, hello there.

- Beryl!

I ran out of bloody fuel,

flying around trying to
avoid that storm over there.

- Oh, Denys. You're a
sight for sore eyes.

- Get off that nag.

Let me borrow it, so I
can go and get some fuel.

- Oh no you don't. You'll
only get lost again.

I'll go get it.

- At least horses don't
run out of petrol.

I've got a camp over there.

It'll take me a while.

Why don't you make yourself
useful, try cooking dinner?

- I don't know about that,

but I do have what
we really need.

Meager compensation for
your promised hospitality.

Tomorrow, and
tomorrow, and tomorrow

creeps in this petty
pace from day to day,

to the last syllable
of recorded time.

And all our yesterday's

have lighted fools the
way to dusty death.

Out out, brief candle.

Life is but a walking
shadow, a poor player

that struts and frets
his hour upon the stage,

and then is heard no more.

The tale told by an idiot,

full of sound and fury,
signifying nothing.

- Nothing!
- Nothing!

[laughing and coughing]

- Tell me.
- Yes?

- What's been happening to you?

- Oh, it's whole
new life, a new me.

Maybe I'll take up flying.

Tom Black says there's a
great future in aviation.

- Only if you ran out of petrol
in the middle of nowhere.

- I'd love to fly.

- [Denys] It's wonderful.

- Is it.

Maybe you'll teach me.

How's Karen?

- She's fine

- [Beryl] You really have
cheered me up, Denys.

I wish you'd drop out
of the sky more often.

- I have to be up there, Beryl.

Let me explain.

Nor law nor duty bade me fight,

nor public men nor
cheering crowns.

A lonely impulse of delight

drove to this tumult
in the clouds.

- I balanced all,
brought all to mind.

The years to come
seems wasted breath,

a waste of breath
the years behind,

in balance with this
life, this death.

[calm music]

- One, check the windsock.
That is your wind direction.

Two, check the landing strip.

Make sure there are
no holes, and no game.

Three, make sure that you have

sufficient fuel
for an overshoot.

And four, make sure
that your approach speed

is 70 miles an hour
in gusty conditions.

[plane engine sputtering]

- [Beryl] I did it!

- Correct for yaw, damn you!

Reduce throttle. Damn it,
don't you people listen?

Now climb to 2000
level, heading 180.

Excellent, Beryl.

You're the only damn one
who can do it first time.

Now do it again!

[audience applauding]

- Don't you play tennis, Jack?

- Whatever game doesn't
exercise the mind

is neglecting the only
important muscle in the body.

- By which he means
he only plays to win.

- You never said a truer word.

- I'm flying to Voy,
tomorrow. If you were-

- Oh, I'd love it.

- Midday prompt.

If you're late I'll have
to leave without you.

- I'll be there.

[plane engine humming]

- You're crazy
trying to land here.

- I didn't try, Bror. I landed.

My bloody water bottle spilled.

I'm absolutely gasping.

- You are mad, mad.

- Another stunt like that,

and you can find yourself
another flying instructor.

- I'm sorry.

- You wouldn't be
laughing if your fuel line

had been blocked when
you took off, would you?

In a dust storm, dust take off,

check the fuel
filter and clear it.

How many hours
solo have you done?

- Just a few more,
and I'm licensed.

I'll give you extra
navigational instruction

if you'll stay on here today.

- Oh thank you,
Tom. I'd love it.

But I'm flying to Voy with-

- I know.

- I'm late as it is,

and I've got to go
home and get my things.

Is there something wrong?

- I was just,

I don't think Denys
is a very safe pilot.

- What are you talking about?

- I had a dream, and he.

I know it's just rubbish.

But I do wish you'd stay behind.

- You? Of all people?

You had a dream?

[both laughing]

- I don't even believe
in such things.

I still think he's
a rotten pilot.

I've seen him up there.

He throws the damn thing around

as if he'd never heard of down
rafts and stalling speeds.

And he never files a
decent flight plan either.

Beryl, stay.

- It means a great deal to me.

- All right, then. Go!

- Right.

[calm piano music]

- Beryl?

[calm piano music continues]

Beryl, where are you?

Where is she? We're going
to be lat for the funeral.

Beryl?

Beryl?

[birds singing]

- Oh that African hooch.

Oof, I can't drink it anymore.

Whatever they say about old age,

the real curse is indigestion.

The voddie helps. Pour me
another, will you sweetie?

- Denys is such a myth now.

But he wasn't really
well known then.

I mean he wasn't a
world famous flyer,

or an air ace like
Tom Campbell Black.

- No.

Denys was a very private man.

Women adored him.

He was so sensitive, attractive.

Who else loved
music and language?

Who else was so-

- Unattainable?

- Oh, let's leave him to
history, and to Karen Blixen.

- Kibii knows more about horses
than you or I put together.

- I'm sorry, Beryl but
I didn't send my horse

to be trained by
one of your boys.

The horses don't care what
the color of his skin is.

- The point is, Beryl,

that I've been paying
for your skill, not his.

- Stupid man.

This is their country.

They'll have it back
one of these days.

I gave you a brilliant trainer.

You deserve to wind up with
one of those flesh traders.

- Sorry, Beryl.

- And you haven't paid your
bill for nearly two months!

Damn you!

Damn them all!

- Time's up.

How did you go?

- What sadist invented
this examination?

- Me.

- Sorry.

- [Tom] Want a beer?

- Oh, I'd love one.

- Come on, then.

- Oh, I thought you had it
here. I didn't mean we should-

- Beryl, do you
have a dinner date?

- No.

- Do you have a husband,
or a lover at home?

- No, I don't.

- Well, then let's
have a beer, old girl.

- Right.

Well, they're all gone
now, except for Pegs.

- Are you sad?

- A bit.

But it's probably time.

- Well, that's good.

Because you just passed

your commercial pilot's
license with an A grading.

- Oh, Kibii.

Look. It's a whole new life.

Engine, aeroplane.

- Aeroplane?

- You're going to
learn to be a mechanic.

- A mechanic?

[grand orchestral music]

- Gentlemen.

Mrs. Markham has located
a big herd of elephants,

with some magnificent
tuskers, two miles East.

So we have saved
ourselves a day's march.

- You really can
cook, can't you?

- It's a matter of self defense.

I've always had to
eat what I prepared.

- Oh, Tom.

You've been so kind to
me these last few weeks.

I just wanted to
say how much I...

Come on.

You're a good friend.

- We've known each other
a long time, Beryl.

- Yes, we have.

- Do you think we could
ever be more than friends?

- Well.

Let's see how good a
cook you are first.

- Let's forget the
cooking, shall we?

- You never asked
me about Denys. Why?

- Because it has nothing
to do with me, with us.

- I did love him, you know.

- Yes, I know.

- [Beryl] Now I love you.

- Yes, I know.

Isn't that enough?

- Yes,

quite enough.

[engine sputters and
eventually starts]

- 70 feet, right at the door.

- Terrific.
- Well done!

- I'll just go and clean up?

- You're a lucky woman.

- I know.

- Well, don't let him
slip through your fingers.

- It's different this time.
He was my best friend first.

- I always thought I
was your best friend.

- [Beryl] Second best.

Tom was the only man in my life

who never wanted me to
be somebody I wasn't,

Tom and my father.

- The only ones
you really loved?

- Oh, Arthur.

Why do you always
want to reduce my life

to scandal sheet headlines?

- [Arthur] I'm sorry.

- I've loved many
people and many things.

- Beryl.

Why didn't you marry Tom?

- Hello, you two.

Is there room for a third
in the lovebirds nest?

- How are you, Bror?

- I suppose so, Bror.

- Well, I need a
flight to London,

payment by courtesy of
the London Bombay Bank,

departure Monday.

Do I hear any offers?

- Sorry, old man.

I'm going to be in
Johannesburg all week.

- So at least I
wouldn't be breaking up

the family home if
I persuaded Beryl.

- I'd love it.

Tom?

- You're a commercial
pilot now, old girl.

Bror's obviously in a hurry.
Just charge him the usual.

- Done?

- Done.
- Done.

- Do you have your
alternative compass?

- Yes.

- Have you checked the spares?

- Twice.

- Now, you haven't
forgotten the wind chart?

- Tom, you're the one
who taught me everything,

but I'm the one who learned it.

- Quite right.

- So?
- So hurry home, old girl.

- Keep loving me.

- I will.
- Good.

Morning, Bror!

- Morning.

- [Tom] You going to survive
for five days in that?

- Decorum.

I thought Beryl would appreciate

a man with a sense of decorum.

Did my bags arrive?

- [Beryl] All loaded.

- Excellent. What
time is takeoff?

- [Beryl] Right now.

- Oh, let's go then.

[chicken clucking]

- [Tom] I've been
meaning to give you this.

- Oh, Tom.

- Take care.

- You too.

- [Bror] Come on, you two.

- See you, mate.

[uplifting music]

[plane engine rumbling]

How are you?

- Fine, I'm fine.

- Did I earn my fee?

- Let's find out if they
speak English here first.

[laughing]

- Well.

- Good.

How long are you
staying in London?

- Only a couple of days.

I'm going to see Gervase.

- Huh?

- My son.

- [Bror] My dear
friend, is that wise?

- It's not a question of
wisdom, Bror. He's my son.

Now let's see if they'll let
people like you in the country.

- [Mansfield] Hello, Beryl.

- Hello.

- [Mansfield] You look well.

- Thank you.

How's Gervase?

- He's a very healthy boy.

- Good.

I'm only here for
a couple of days.

- Tomorrow afternoon
at four, then.

- Good. That would be fine.

- Afraid I shan't be able
to see you there myself.

- No, well that's all right.

Mother's away for the day too.

- I see.

But Nurse Graham
is the day nurse.

She'll introduce you.

- Good, thank you.

- Keeping well
for yourself then?

- Yes.

I flew here in four days.

- Four days?

- It was a wonderful journey.

- Well, I hope the
return is as pleasant.

For tomorrow then.

- Yes.

- Bye, Beryl.

- Bye, Mansfield.

[doorbell rings]

- Good afternoon, Madam.

- Hello, Jefferson. How are you?

- Very well, thank you, Madam.

Nurse Graham is expecting you.

The nursery is now on
the first floor, Madam.

- Thank you.

[bell ringing]

Well, hello.

- Hello.

- Well, what a nice bicycle.

- It's not a bicycle.
It's a tricycle.

It's got three wheels.

- Oh.

So it has.

When I'm five, I can
take it on my walks.

- Do you like to go for a walk?

- No, it's boring.

- I'm so sorry, Madam. I
didn't hear the doorbell.

Look at you? where
is your jacket?

Go and put it on,
we've got visitors.

- Oh no, that's all
right. He doesn't have to-

- Go on. I want you in
your jacket for tea.

And a clean pair of shoes.

Gervase?

What have we forgotten?

What a scamp,

but a nice little
boy underneath.

- [Beryl] Are these his?

- Oh dear. I should have
thrown those out this morning.

He loves drawing.

He'll tell you what
it's supposed to be,

but I'm proved if
I can see anything.

Just scribbling, I say.

I had to confiscate the
crayons this morning.

He was getting through
sheets of paper,

as if money meant nothing.

That's better.

Now come and sit
down for your tea.

Your shoelaces are undone.

- It's not fair. I tried once.

- I'll do them.

- [Nurse] He has to learn.

- Just this once.

There we are.

- [Nurse] What do you say?

- Thank you very much.

- Why, you're welcome very much.

I like your pictures.

What's this one?

- It's James Templeton, and me.

That his dog, Flossie.
She's rather smelly.

- And what's that one?

- It's Flossie too, doing
her doggie poo in the park.

- [Nurse] That's enough, child.

- Oh, thank you.

- [Nurse] I'll get
some hot water.

- Are you Nanny's
sister from Scotland?

- No.

- Just a friend?

- Well not, not exactly.

- [Gervase] Her friends
don't usually talk to me.

- No?

[tense music]

Didn't Daddy tell you who I am?

- No, but you're very pretty.

[tense music continues]

- Can I have this picture?

- [Gervase] Yes.

- Um. I'm sorry, Gervase.

I can't stay.

[somber music]

- Is anything wrong, Madam?
- I'm sorry.

[uplifting music]

[calm music]

- My darling.

Welcome home.

How was England? How
was your little boy?

- Oh he's wonderful,
very strong.

Oh Tom, it's good to be back.

[laughing]

Oh, Tom.

I missed you so much.

- I feel like a criminal.

- [Beryl] Why is that?

- Hiding things from you.

- [Beryl] What are you hiding?

- I should have
told you right away.

Then I didn't, then I couldn't.

- What is it?

- I've been offered a job
I can't refuse, in England.

- England?

- Lord Furness wants
a pilot full time.

He's offered me the Earth.

Darling.

I am deeply, truly sorry.

- Don't go, Tom.

Please.

- I've already
accepted, old girl.

Well, I had to. I'd
be broke otherwise.

It's only until I'm on
my feet, financially.

It won't be for long.
It probably won't last.

These jobs seldom do.

- When will you leave?

- Tomorrow.

- And tomorrow and tomorrow.

- I'm sorry.

- You're awake.

- Yeah.

- You've been watching me.

- How did you know?

- I sensed it.

- Show off.

- You will write to me?

- Yes.

- Your best friend.

- Oh, my very best friend.

- I expect I'll be back before
you even know I've gone.

- Tom.

I love you very much.

- Bye, old girl.

[somber music]

- Too many goodbyes.

There's a lie in
every lover's parting.

I promise to write.

I really don't mind.

Of course, you must go.

- Poor Beryl.

- [Beryl] Yes. Poor Beryl.

I really felt sorry for myself.

- Tell me something.

Would the best dinner
in Nairobi help?

- It would now. It
wouldn't have then.

Why am I telling you all this?

All you really want to
know is, did I write

"West with the Night" on my
own, or did somebody help?

- We'll get back to that.

- Well, don't you see? I am
telling you the answer now.

I'm telling you my life.

- Nothing but bills.

You know, Mensa. I
think we need a cow.

- Why?

- The milk we get
is always sour.

You wouldn't notice because
you don't care about food.

- Kibii, haven't we
got enough troubles

without having to have a cow?

- Bad milk is bad for you.

- Sometimes you are just
like an old woman, Kibii.

- I'll buy one myself,

and keep it in the back field.

- No you won't. Don't you dare.

Why are you doing this to me?

I've written every
day this week,

and not a word
from you in return.

I reread the letters you
wrote when you first left,

three long months ago.

Lately they're my
only contact with you.

Oh Tom, darling Tom.

I see you every time
I close my eyes.

But your smile
has begun to fade.

Bring it back quickly,
soon, my only love.

[somber music]

- Hello?

Ah-ah.

I have come to kidnap you,
for lunch at the club.

I've seen your flight
record at the airfield.

And you have been doing over
80 hours a week, and it.

It's ridiculous,
and it's dangerous.

So I have formed a committee
to stop you from working,

for at least two days.

And I voted to start
with lunch at the club.

- [Jack] Did you
see the latest news?

- [Florence] Why, no.

- Air ace, Tom Campbell
Black, formerly of Nairobi,

was married to the English
stage star, Florence Desmond

at a society wedding
in London yesterday.

- Didn't he have a little
fling with our Beryl?

- Didn't everyone?

- Quite enough, Jack.

Beryl. Beryl, good
to see you again.

- [Karen] Beryl, where have you

been hiding yourself
all these weeks?

- Immersed in work, I'm afraid.

- Beryl, do you see? Tom
Black married rather well.

[dramatic music]

- Oh, Bror. Didn't I tell you?

He wrote to me
about it last week.

- You really are
a bastard, Jack.

- No, I'm just
warming to me task.

- [Bror] Maybe this
wasn't a good idea.

- Oh, Bror.

I think I need a drink.

- No, you mustn't, Jack.

- Stop your whining, woman.

- Now.

Beryl.

I've decided to give you a race,

just to prove that no
woman can outfly a man.

My dear Lord Carberry, the
only thing that would prove

is one plane's
faster than another.

And you would obviously win,

since you have the faster plane.

[all laughing]

- All right. I'll give
you a real challenge.

- Beryl doesn't
need a challenge.

- [Beryl] Yes I do.

- Excellent.

- What is it?

- The Atlantic.

- [Florence] Oh, come on, Jack.

- [Jack] It's never been
flown by man or woman,

East to West, against
the prevailing wind.

From London to the continent
of America, non stop.

- It's never been flown
for obvious reasons.

The fuel load alone
would make it impossible.

- That's not a challenge,
it's a suicide attempt.

It's far too dangerous. What
are you trying to prove, Jack?

- All right, today I shall
write to another candidate.

I'm sure he'll accept
if Beryl declines.

- [Bror] Who is
this idiot, anyway?

- Someone who holds
many flying records.

He's a man who's in the news.

So there's your
challenge, Beryl.

What's your answer?

- Would you provide
all the expenses,

the airplane and everything?

- [Jack] Of course.

- Then I accept.

- [Bror] Beryl.

- If it's possible,
I will do it.

- You're not serious?

- [Bror] We shan't let you go.

- I don't know. I fancy
myself a headline or two.

- In the obituary column?

- No.

I'll need technicians.

- You'll want for
nothing, Beryl.

I'll give you
everything you need.

Well except, luck. That you'll
have to provide yourself.

- Don't worry, Bror.
Africa will never leave me.

But now I'm ready
to leave Africa.

- Well, I suppose I
should wish you luck.

- That would be nice, father.

- You won't get Tom back
by doing this, you know.

- Father, please.

- Look, it's not too late
to call it off, and stay.

I could do with the company.

- I'm sorry.

- Yes, you were always
good at saying your sorry.

- Do you have
everything you need?

- A man needs only
water, and a strong will.

- You're a good mechanic now.

You'll never want for a job.

- When I left once to
become a man, you were sad.

- [Beryl] Yes, I was sad

- Now it is you who go out
to prove yourself a woman,

and I who am left behind.

- Goodbye, Kibii.

- Goodbye, friend
of my childhood.

- [Reporter] Beryl Markham's
fight over the Atlantic,

which has stimulated so much
interest and excitement,

is likely to be delayed
for the third day running

by adverse weather conditions.

Reports from London
authority, today answered-

- [Mechanic] Hello, Tom.

- Hello.

- [Mechanic] Hello, Tom.

[inspirational music]

- [Beryl] Tom.

- [Tom] I just stopped by to-

- Oh, Tom.

- Wish you all the best.

I understand you've
fitted extra fuel tanks.

- Yes, we have.

- Engine bedded down all right?

- 110 hours.

- Jolly good.

Must be rather trying, all
this waiting for the weather.

- Yes. Come on, grab
a cup of coffee.

I did try to call you.

- Guess the papers were
full of you, weren't they?

- I thought perhaps
we could get together.

- Florence was quite jealous.

She wanted to meet you,

but she had a touch
of laryngitis, so.

[tense music]

The Met Office seems to think

this will last till the weekend.

- I know.

- Yes.

[tense music continues]

She's a beautiful bird.

- Yes, she is.

- Well, I really just dropped
by to wish you good luck,

and I hope you get away soon.

So, good luck.

[music fades to calm music]

- Thank you.

[calm music continues]

[thunder rolling
and rain falling]

Damn it, I'm going.
Top up the fuel.

- What?

- [Beryl] I can't
wait any longer.

Let's get on with it, come on.

[cameras clicking]

Contact.
- Contact.

[plane engine rumbling]

- The first hindrance

was the weight of the fuel load.

What a fool I would be,

if I couldn't even
get off the ground.

[plane engine rumbling]

[humming and vocalizing]

Cabin heat is working. Why
am I getting condensation?

[plane engine rumbling]

The next problem
was the fuel gauge.

Must be the indicator.

Tomorrow and
tomorrow and tomorrow

creeps in this petty
pace from day to day,

to the last syllable
of recorded time.

And all our yesterdays

have lighted fools the
way to dusty death.

Coffee.

That's what I need, coffee.

Lighted fools the
way to dusty death.

Out.

Out brief candle, ow! Oh, damn.

[plane engine rumbling]

[thunder rolling
and wind blowing]

The flaps had frozen solid.

The only thing
standing between me

and Lord Carberry's
happiness was my prayer

that the ice might melt
at a lower altitude.

[engine whining in hard dive]

[engine roars back to normal]

Prayers are answered, they are.

But now I was utterly lost.

The storm had thrown me
completely off course.

All I knew was that I
was still heading West,

with less than four hours of
fuel remaining, if I was lucky.

[plane engine rumbling]

We must be there, we must.

[engine sputtering]

Don't back up on me, now.

[engine continues sputtering]

[engine stops running]

[wind blowing]

[sheep bleating]

- Hey, are you
hurt? Are you hurt?

- [Beryl] I'm fine, thank you.

- What the hell happened?

- What is this
place? Where are we?

- Cape Breton, Newfoundland.

Where in the hell
did you think it was?

- Well, I've just come
from London, England.

- Yeah well, you just wait
there. I'll go get a doctor.

Just wait there.

- No I have.

I've flown the Atlantic.

- But that's just
not possible, lady.

- Yes it is. I've just done it.

- [Reporter] On
September five, 1936,

Beryl Markham became the first
woman to fly the Atlantic

East to West in a
flight lasting 21 hours.

The world has been paying
tribute to her remarkable fete.

And today it's the
turn of New York City,

and of Mayor
Fiorello La Guardia.

- [Fiorello] May I, on behalf
of the City of New York-

- [Beryl] I was such a fool.

All I could think of saying
to Mayor La Guardia was,

thank you, oh thank
you. [chuckles]

- Did you really
have nothing to eat?

- No, nothing.

Only the two brandies, as
I said in the interview.

- Two, I'm afraid.

I wouldn't be such
a goody-goody now.

- [Arthur] It was
a great moment.

- Yes, it was.

But like all great
moments, they never last.

What is it the Greek said?

The gods only raised you
up, to dash you down.

[laughing]

- All right, boys.
Take your pictures now.

- [Beryl] Two weeks later,

I was still the
toast of New York.

- One question at a
time, boys, please.

- Excuse me, one moment.

[phone ringing]

Hello, hello?

I can't hear you.

What?

Please, please don't.

Get out. Get out!

- All right, boys. I'll
talk to you all later.

And I promise you
another opportunity.

[somber music]

Beryl, what is it?

- Tom.

He's dead.

It was a freak accident.

He was waiting to take off,

and another plane came
and landed right on...

[crying]

It was the most paralyzing
moment of my life.

- How did you deal with it?

- I just carried on,
as we all have to,

as Tom would have wanted.

I was offered a contract to
take the aircraft on tour.

It was repaired by then.

- Beryl.

- Jack.

- I just wanted to
congratulate you.

- Why thank you, Jack.
It's all thanks to you.

- It was a splendid achievement.
You're quite a heroine.

- Jack.

I've had an offer,
money, stacks of it

if I can take the plane on tour.

- I'm sorry, I can't let you.

- What?

- I can't let you
keep the plane.

- But Jack, it's the only way
I have of making any money.

- No, Beryl. The plane's mine.

And I want it.

Our bargain extended to your
landing it here, that's all.

- Please, Jack.

I beg of you.

- You beg me?

That's not you, Beryl, surely.

Oh, you'll be all right, Beryl.

Why, aren't you the
international heroine?

- By taking the plane
away, Carberry had cut off

all my immediate prospects.

- You must have had a
lot of other offers.

- Oh, yes. Most of
them were silly.

And I didn't have
the heart for them.

I was so lonely.

- Is that when you
started writing?

- Yes, a little.

I was invited to Hollywood,

to be a technical advisor
on a film set in Kenya.

World War II had
just broken out,

but this was very different
from my life there.

- [Director] Ronnie,
you leap from that palm

as the chief is about
to cook the chimp.

Chief, you say,
chimp good to eat.

- Chimp good to eat.

- [Director] You
say, chimp my friend.

- Chimp my friend.

- [Director] Then
you grab the chimp,

and you do your [mimics yelling]

[Tarzan type yelling]

Break for lunch.

- 30 minutes, everybody.
- Excuse me, sir.

But the chimpanzee is
not indigenous to Kenya.

We don't have chimps in Kenya.

- Well, we'll just have to rely

on the ignorance
of our audience.

After all, they've
never failed us before.

Great scene.

- Swell.

- You wrote this stuff?

- Hell, no. I only refined it.

My job is to make the
garbage smell sweeter,

not to create the garbage.

I'm responsible for
bringing grammar and syntax

to the Lord of the Jungle, and
various and sundry villains.

Excuse me, my name
is Raoul Schumacher.

And this is Otto's
Schmetterling.

Otto's slumming today,
come down and make sure

nobody adds anything
tasteful to the picture.

You see Otto is an
executive of the studio,

and should be treated
with something

between disdain and contempt.

Did you know champagne
works wonders for a woman,

especially when
consumed by a man.

Cheers.

[drunken singing]

- [Beryl] Raoul banished
loneliness from my life.

He brought in laughter,
and much too much booze.

[drunken singing continues]

- Love me, Beryl. Love me
like I really deserved it.

- You hate it.

I know I can't
write romantically,

and my spelling is
absolutely awful.

- Are you through?

- Yes.

- The first thing
you should learn,

is never to trust another
writers opinion, ever.

Other writers have an axe,

or a pen, or a
typewriter to grind.

- I should never
have shown it to you.

I'm not a writer.

- Oh, shut up. Now listen.
First things first.

The title, "West with
the Night" is terrific.

- But?

- Beryl, the second thing is
the book is very very good.

It's vivid, it's
moving, deeply felt,

and very nearly a terrific book.

- [Beryl] You liked it?

- [Raoul] I loved it.

- Oh. Oh, Raoul.

I don't care if nobody else
in the world ever reads it.

- Now that would
be pretty stupid.

Moliere said when you
start out writing,

you write for yourself,

then for a few friends,
and finally for money.

But I'm gonna help you
lick this into shape,

and jump you straight
to the money.

- [Beryl] You'll do that for me?

- You'll have to work with me.

We'll shape it, sharpen
up some of the phrasing.

It'll still be you're a
book, of course, your life.

Then with a little luck, I
think we've got a best seller.

- Oh, Raoul. You are wonderful.

- By the way, you were
right about two things.

You can't spell, and your
grammar is atrocious.

- So, how much did Raoul write?

- Raoul never visited
Africa in his life.

- You published some
stories after the book,

and it was almost as if they
were written by somebody else.

- Well, Raoul wrote
them, using my name.

We did collaborate on some,
but that was mostly horid.

Why is everyone so surprised
that I only wrote one book?

I only had one life
to write about.

[voices overlapping]

- Just listen to this.

A superb evocation,
both of Africa,

and a gilded childhood
which ends in Mrs. Markham's

triumphant transatlantic flight.

Here is another.

The glittering
success of her life

is now further adorned by a
supremely well written account.

- Darling, enough.

- Enough for you, maybe.

But I could use all
the praise I can get.

- Excuse me, Beryl.

I'd like you to meet
Armando Giannetti.

He's interested in
the Italian rights.

- Yeah, right to rewrite.
But mainly rewrite.

It wasn't even published
without a rewrite, you know.

Look. Look at this, Junior.

You want proof?
Check the dedication.

My assistant, and
don't you forget it.

Hey, I'll sign your
book, honey. I wrote it.

The Raoul Schumacher rescue
service, at your service.

♪ R-E-S-C-U-E need
a little rewrite ♪

♪ I'm the man to see

♪ I'm the rescue service

♪ It don't matter
you can't spell ♪

♪ Nobody will know
'cause I won't tell ♪

♪ I'm your rescue service

- Raoul, come down.

- Down, down to your
level? No can do.

♪ I'll rewrite
your crummy book ♪

♪ Don't you worry I'll
get you off the hook ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm your
rescue service ♪

♪ R-E-S-C-U-E need a
rewrite come see me ♪

- The problems of surviving,
and surviving with Raoul,

stopped me from
thinking about the war.

They've canceled our
credit at Jurgenson's.

[Raoul grunts]

They've canceled our
credit at Jurgenson's.

- It's okay.

Our royalty check
has just arrived.

Money makes the world go round.

Why should it stop
at Jurgenson's?

- Oh. We'll be lucky if that
gets us through next week.

- Cast worry aside, my darling.

I'll have you know
at this very moment,

I'm in the process of
creating our fortune.

I have a new game, a fad
to conquer America with.

It is called the catapult.

I wonder if anybody
ever bothered

to take out a patent
on the catapult.

Beryl, don't you ever sneer
when you walk away from me.

It's most unpleasant
to laugh at a drunk.

- It's more unpleasant
to live with one.

[mumbling and humming]

[knocking on door]

- Is Mrs. Markham here?

[grunts]

Does Mrs. Markham live here?

Look, I could come back
at another time if it's-

- Hey, it's okay, it's okay.

You're not from the
studio, are you?

- No.

- They're getting younger
by the hour, you know.

Have we had the pleasure
of meeting before?

- No, sir.

- [Raoul] I didn't think so.
But you know Beryl, do you?

- Yes.

- Well, come on in.

Say, you don't by chance
play ping-pong, do ya?

I need a little exercise. Beryl!

You ever seen one of these?

Beryl!

- Yes.

- [Raoul] A mysterious
stranger for you.

- Who is it?

- Beryl?

- Do I know you?

- Well. Can my my new but
good friend be an impostor?

He said you knew him.

- I said I knew Beryl.

- I'm sorry.

- Mystery, everyone
loves a mystery.

Would the stranger be so
kind as to reveal himself?

- I am Gervase, your son.

[laughing]

Do you ever think of going back?

To Africa, I mean.

- All the time.

- When I was at school,

I used to collect the
newspaper articles about you.

Like your horses.

- Did you like school?

- It was better than home.

- Sorry.

- When you flew the Atlantic,
I was quite the hero.

He's very amusing.

- Isn't he?

Gervase.

I really wish things
had been different.

- Yes.

- I am sorry, I really am.

Is Mansfield-

- It was very good of
him to give me this trip.

Canada,

California.

Australia next.

- Must you go?

Couldn't you stay a
few days, a few weeks?

- I'm sorry.

- Yes, of course.

- Delicious dinner.

- I really did love your father.

He quite swept me off my feet.

- He hardly ever spoke of you.

But he was pleased when
you crossed the Atlantic,

broke the record.

- Was he?

- Yes, I think he was proud.

Well.

I'd better be going to bed.

- I'll give you breakfast.

- No, honestly there's
really no need.

- Please, at least that.

- Will you say goodbye
to Raoul for me?

- Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

- So, off to Sydney?

- Perth.

Well.

Goodbye.

- Gervase, there is something
I'd like you to have.

I'm afraid it's the
only inheritance

I'll ever be able to offer you.

It belonged to my mother.

- Really, I couldn't possibly.

- [Beryl] Please.

It's something to
remember me by.

- Goodbye,

mother.

[calm music]

- Garbage, illiterate garbage.

I'm the writer, me.

You want to show
me up, is that it?

- Raoul, you've
got to stop this.

- Ah, shut up, you phony.

- I can't live this way anymore.

- I wrote the fricking book.

Why don't you tell
the world that?

I made it work. Leave
my trade to me, bitch!

[punch lands]

I'm the writer.

[glass breaking]

[punch lands]

[horn honking repeatedly]

- [Beryl] He's all
yours, sweetie.

Raoul married again,

a woman who drank
as much as he did.

It killed him in the end.

- And then you
went back to Kenya?

- No, that was
later, much later.

- After the war?

- Long after.

Things had changed.

The Africans were angry. They
wanted their independence.

I only wanted to come back
to the place I belonged.

- Good morning.

- I'm sorry, Madam.

You can't come through here
unless you have a pass.

- You must be new here.

- I have been here 10 years.

- Well, ask Sir Michael Keane.
I'm sure he'll vouch for me.

- [Guard] Sir Michael who?

- Call Billy Kenneth. I'd
like to have a word with him.

- Who will I say?

- Beryl Markham.

- [Guard] Martin?

- Markham.

- [Guard] Mr. Kenneth.

There's a Beryl Markham
to see you, sir.

Yes.

Yes, sir.

Madam?

Mr. Kenneth says he is
very busy right now.

He said he might be able
to see you tomorrow,

after the morning rites.

- Thank you.

- Mrs. Markham. Nice to see you.

- Well, you too,
Rocky. How are you?

- Fine.

- Where is everyone?

- They don't come back so
much these days, Mensa.

Let me get you a
little vodka, okay?

- Nice of you to remember.

Johann.

It's Beryl.

- [Johann] Good Lord. I
didn't know you were back.

- Yes.

I'm thinking of starting
up a training stable again.

I hoped that perhaps you
might talk to the committee,

and ask them to tell some
of the owners that I'm back.

- Well, the committee can't
recommend trainers, Beryl.

You know that.

- No, I didn't mean recommend.

I meant simply to tell them.

I must have a few friends left.

Michael?

- Oh, hello there,
Beryl. How are you?

- Broke, anxious to get to work.

- Oh, I sold my
stable some years ago.

Except for a couple
of little hunters.

What have you got in training?

- Nothing yet.

- Well, it's nice to
see you, and good luck.

- Thank you.

- Welcome home.

- [Beryl] I went back
to the Delamere's house.

His grandson lived there now.

- Can I help you?

- Oh, hello.

My name is Beryl Markham.

- Mrs. Markham. I'm sorry.

It's been a long time.

- Well, yes it has.

Very long time, you were
only a tiny little baby.

It's so strange to be here.

It was like a second home when
your grandfather was alive.

- [Grandson] Come
in, and have a drink.

- No, No. Thank you very much.

I've only come to ask
you for something.

A long time ago your
grandfather helped me.

Now I've come to
ask for your help.

I'm starting a training
stud, and I need horses.

- I thought you were a pilot.

- Yes, yes I was.

But before that,
I trained horses,

for your grandfather in fact.

- It's so competitive nowadays.

- Yes.

It is.

- We have contracts
now, Mrs. Markham.

I'm awfully sorry,

but I don't expect I
could just break them.

- No, I don't expect you could.

- Have you tried Roshan Patel?

The Asians are becoming
people out here now,

very serious about it.

They've studied the history.

I expect Patel will know
about your earlier work.

- Thank you.

- Awfully good of you to come.

I'm sorry I can't
be more helpful,

I mean for old times sake.

- Your grandfather
was a great man.

He came here to build a country,
and died with his dream.

Not all of us are so lucky.

[marching band music]

The Africans dream of freedom
did come alive, though.

I was glad to be a part of it.

[marching band music continues]

[crowd chanting]

What's this chestnut for?

- City Breeze,
out of Vannaburna.

- Very nicely put together.

- Well, he has cost me more
than everything else combined.

He has been a most
grievous disappointment.

My present trainer says he
can do nothing with him.

- Really? I'd like to
try my hand with him.

- To train him?
- Yes.

- But he's surely unworthy of
the famous Mrs. Beryl Markham.

- Mr. Patel, anything
with four legs

looks awfully good
to me these days.

And City Breeze has
excellent bloodline.

Oh, he's really coming on. He
was wonderful today, really.

- And Mensa, we have a
new client, Mrs. Reina.

- Well, hello. How do
you do, Mrs. Reina?

- How do you do, Mrs. Markham?

- What can I do for you?

- I'm worried about my horse.

- Well, what's
your horse called?

- Bold Fantasy.

- Well, let's see here
what her problem is.

Hello, girl.

- What's that filly, there?

- Bold Fantasy. Old Mrs. Reina
brought her the other day.

She's got a great heart, great
heart, but a week tendon.

- What, Mrs. Reina?

- No, father, the horse.

But did you see City
Breeze this morning?

Hello.

I've really got him flying.

We won, Father. City
Breeze by half a length.

Not the most important
race in the world,

but a win all the same.

I want to have a drink.
Would you like a cup of tea?

Father?

[somber music]

- Beryl.

I loved you best, best.

[somber music continues]

- Hello, Mr. Patel.

He's magnificent, isn't he?

I want to rest him the
week before the Derby,

and then just a
few good gallops,

and he'll be absolutely ready.

- Mrs. Markham, I'm
most sorry about this,

because you've worked
brilliantly with him.

But I've come to tell you
that I'm withdrawing him.

- From the Derby?

- No. I wish to return
to my previous trainers.

My associates have
persuaded me that,

despite my deep
admiration for your work,

that you have been out of
the sport for a long time.

And we feel that Mr.
Ennis' experience

will give City Breeze
the final polish.

I am most sorry about this.
I do hope you understand.

I have brought you a little
bonus in recognition.

- This is a bad mistake, sir.

- Let Mr. Ennis have the
current feeding program,

when the truck
arrives, will you?

- Feels like 30
pieces of silver.

- What the jungle does
not reveal at night,

is still there when light comes.

- I'm going to show him.

I'm going to show all of them.

I'll enter Bold Fantasy.

- The filly, with weak
tendons, against that stallion?

Are you crazy?

- Perhaps I am.

[voices overlapping]

- [Announcer] Now the
start, as ordered.

There's the only filly in
the race, Bold Fantasy,

with the black and gold colors,
trained by Beryl Markham.

And there's our
favorite, City Breeze,

in the origin red
of Roshan Patel.

And they're off.

Bold Fantasy goes
quickly to the lead.

The surprise is, she
was a late entry,

and there's a question
mark about her legs.

But she appears to
be going well today,

and is making the running,

as the field hits
out of the country,

around the bend at
the top of the course.

And as they come down
the back straight,

it's still Bold Fantasy,
who has led all the way,

now challenged by the favorite,
City Breeze, on her outside.

They've quickened the pace,

and are drawing
away from the field.

As they come down the turn,
they're neck and neck,

with Bold Fantasy just
holding off City Breeze.

And she's run out.

She's run out, nearly
out seating her jockey.

And that looks like the
end of it for the filly.

City Breeze is taking up
the lead from Bordello.

And these two are moving
away from the field.

And as they come
into the straight,

it looks to be
between these two.

But wait. Bold Fantasy
has come again.

She is making a tremendous lap,
as it going up before Downy.

She's challenging City Breeze.

They're neck and neck.
She's going ahead.

It's look as though
she's going to win.

She's going to
win, she's done it.

Bold Fantasy wins
over City Breeze,

the first filly to win in
the history of the race.

- [Beryl] Bold Fantasy's courage

triumphed over her weak tendons.

Yes, I won many many races.

But none of them was ever as
sweet as that first Derby.

And no horse ever
heard as great a heart

as little Bold Fantasy.

When you've written your
article, will you send it to me?

I'd like to read it.

- Are you sure?

- Now remember, Arthur.

They're your words, but my life.

- All right. This isn't for
history, this is just for me.

- Oh, wait. Wait.

[camera clicks]

- Goodbye, Beryl.

And thank you.

I never wrote the
piece for the magazine.

I'd become too fond of her

to trespass on the
privacy of her life.

I kept promising myself
that maybe one day I would.

In her declining years, Beryl
was practically destitute.

Some of her friends in Africa

saw to it that
she didn't starve.

I'd like to claim that I was
one of them, but I wasn't.

- [Man] Congratulations
on your book.

- [Man] See you later, Beryl.

- Goodbye, goodbye.
- Bye bye, Beryl.

- [Arthur] "West For The
Night" was republished in 1984.

- I'll have another
little voddie.

- [Arthur] For 20
weeks it was on

the New York Times
list of bestsellers.

The success of the book
gave her a few dollars

to eke out her last year's.

As Beryl herself wrote to me,

I've managed to do so much,

and most of the
things I wanted to do.

But I haven't managed
to escape old age.

God, it's boring.

- All right, you'll
get yours in a minute.

All right, I'll
give it to you now.

Doggie, doggie, come here.

[groaning in pain]

[dog whining]

- She's not good. She's in here.

- Kibii.

Kibii.

I thought I was
learning how to live.

But all this time,

I was learning how to die.

[sobbing]

[contemplative music]

♪ Daddy wouldn't
by me a bow wow ♪

♪ Bow wow

♪ Bow wow

♪ Bow wow

♪ Bow wow

♪ Bow wow

[uplifting music]