All language subtitles for S01E02.Hyenas

No, no, no!
Not that one!

Look, do not cut that tree.

It is a beautiful tree,

and I wish to keep it.

Hmm?

-Look, not that tree!
-How are you getting on, Robin?

ROBIN:
A bit slow, I'm afraid.

The trouble is, I can't make
them understand a word I say.

Look, no!

MAJOR:

They do seem
a bit thickheaded as a breed.

Oh, they just think a bit
differently from us, that's all.

These lads haven't been
brought up to be farmworkers.

Up till recently,
when we came along,

their main job
has been to get ready

to have a good fight
with the Masai.

The women
do all their cultivation.

They're willing enough.

It's just that we don't seem to
understand each other quite yet.

Could you explain to them that
I don't want this tree felled,

-I wish to preserve it?
-Yes, right.

I just explained to them

that this is a tree
that you consider to be sacred.

They understand that.

Thank you.

Right.

I'm working hard on my Swahili.

I've got a book.

But it's of "our dragoman has
been eaten by a lion" variety.

Oh, you'll soon pick it up.

But if I might say so, Robin,

what you need at the moment
is a really good headman.

Ha.
Is there such a thing?

Oh, just occasionally,
one turns up.

A fellow
came to see me yesterday.

He seemed quite a good chap.
I'll send him along.

ROBIN:
Thank you, very much.

ELSPETH:
Poor pigeon.

Have you hurt your leg?

Come on.
Come on.

If you don't want me
to help you, I won't.

Silly thing.

Why aren't you doing
your lessons?

Finished.

There's a pigeon
that's hurt its leg.

Will you help me catch it?

Later, darling.

Will these really grow
into great big coffee bushes?

One day.

Now they'll turn
into little seedlings,

and then we'll plant them out
when the rains come.

When's that?

March.

2,000 coffee bushes.

Not bad for a morning's work.

Run and tell Njombo
to get the mules ready,

and we'll fetch the post.

ELSPETH:
All right.

TILLY:

YOUNG MAN:

TILLY:

What's your name?

Sammy, bwana.

I need a headman, Sammy.

Yes, bwana.
That I can see.

That is why I am here.

Good.

Well, let me show you 'round.

That will not be necessary,
bwana.

Jolly good.

Goodness!
Smart people.

Oh, I would love a pony.

Yes.
One day.

Always "one day."

My dear lady!

And Elspeth.

Boy!

Robin asked me to thank you
very much for finding Sammy.

Oh, not a bit.
He's a good lad.

He's half Masai,
so he despises the Kikuyu,

and the other half Kikuyu,
so he understands them.

Yes, he was
with dear old Tubby Oldridge,

until Tubby lost
an argument with a rhino.

I've made some guava jelly.
Some for you.

Oh, my dear.

Bless you!

Mmm.

Who are your expensive guests?

Damn nice couple called Palmer.

Really pukka.

He was in the 9th Lancers.

Enchanting wife.

They want to meet you.

They've got
the next block to yours.

You mean they're actually
going to settle here?

Yes.
Come and meet them.

Oh.
We're really not dressed.

Just came to fetch the mail.

MAJOR:
Come along.

Mrs. Palmer,
may I introduce Mrs. Grant?

LETTICE:
How do you do?

-And her daughter, Elspeth.
-LETTICE: Hello.

-Captain Palmer.
-HEREWARD: How do you do?

-Hello.
-Hello.

-Hello.
-How nice to meet you.

And, as I gather
we're going to be neighbors,

I'd better be Tilly.

I'm Lettice,
and my husband's Hereward.

His parents knew from birth

he was going to be
a handsome soldier.

HEREWARD:
Retired, I might add.

-Would you like to sit down?
-Oh. Thank you.

Don't gulp it, Elspeth.

So, you're just out?

Yes.
Completely wet behind the ears.

Of course, Hereward knows India.

Soldiering.

And you really live here,
and you have a house

and a garden and everything?

TILLY: Well, a sort of house
and a sort of garden.

What dear little dogs.

Chang and Zena.

Poor things.
They're hot.

Yes.

Oh, dear.

Such thick fur coats.

It's not fair on the dogs
to bring them out here.

I couldn't leave them behind.

I love them so much.

And they have hearts of lions.

What do you think, M-- Tilly?

Probably be all right
if you're careful.

You'll have to dress their coats
every day with paraffin

-against the ticks.
-And boil their meat,

'cause of the worms.

What a perilous country.

We're going to need
our lion hearts, aren't we?

We actually saw a lion
on the way.

Oh, there are tons of them
out in the plains.

Plenty of game, I suppose?

Oh, yes.
I think plenty.

The only beautiful thing
in this country,

as far as I can see, are
the wild animals and the birds.

Everybody simply craves
to shoot them.

ELSPETH:
We don't.

I mean Daddy doesn't.

You've bought the block
next to ours, I hear?

Yes.
Damn lucky, really.

I bumped into old Roger Stilbeck
at the Norfolk Hotel,

and he just had this block left.

Only ú10 an acre.

I mean, very cheap.

We're going to build
a proper estate.

An Indian contractor fellow's

coming out this afternoon
to look at the site.

Roger said there was
a move to start a polo club.

I don't think Mr. Stilbeck
has ever actually been here.

He's rather a talker,
we've found.

But certainly one of
the first things you must build

-are some stables.
-Oh. Why?

Well, your ponies
will all die of horse sickness

if they're not shut up by dark.

Oh, well, that's damn funny.

-Roger said, um...
-He is rather a talker.

Is there much disease?

Those poor toad-like women
carrying vast loads

and those little children
with potbellies

we've seen everywhere.

They've got enlarged spleens
'cause of malaria.

Elspeth!

That's what Mrs. Nimmo said.

The natives are rather
riddled with yaws and parasites.

I mean,
everywhere, it's the same.

Bubonic plague and smallpox
are endemic.

And, of course, typhoid.

And rather a lot
of elephantiasis.

How does anyone survive?

They must die in droves.

They're not frightened of dying.

Njombo told me.

The Africans are apt to tell you

what they think
you want to hear.

These people
are from the Kikuyu tribe.

Very nice, friendly people.

Thank the Lord
for small mercies.

You must come and see us soon.

-You've been a great help.
-Yes, indeed.

I say, why don't you
come and have dinner?

Uh, tomorrow?

How kind.

If we can reach you
through the sea of germs.

I'm afraid
the car won't manage it.

We haven't quite finished
the road.

That's fine.
Got a brand-new mule buggy

coming up later today.

Dinner?

Yes.

I'm afraid
I rather lost my head.

But we've never had
a dinner party here.

There's never been
anyone we wanted to ask before.

Oh, God.

Is he the sort of fellow
who will wear a dinner jacket?

Yes.

ELSPETH:
Mummy, I need your help.

I bet the moths or the ants
have eaten mine to bits.

All right, do you think?

Mm!
Looks beautiful.

What are
you going to do with it?

Sammy's going to help me
make a cage.

In fact, I thought I might start
up a sort of animal hospital.

Yes, well, let's get the
dinner party over with first.

Can I stay up for it?

You can come in in your
dressing gown when they arrive.

Wish I could come in
in my dressing gown.

Do you know, I've got fat.

-TILLY: Have you?
-Definitely.

I feel like a stuffed goose
in this thing.

My hands.

Just like a navvy's.

And my nails!

Awful!

I have got
some white gloves somewhere.

I think they'd be just a little
out of place here, don't you?

Look at my complexion.

I look like a gypsy
or something.

It wasn't
until I met Lettice Palmer

that I realized what
an awful old frump I've become.

Nonsense.

You look lovely, my darling.

And I'll bet
you'll make Mrs. Palmer

-look a real second-rater.
-

You wait till you see her.

-HEREWARD: Steady.

-ROBIN: How do you do?
-This is my wife, Lettice.

ROBIN:
Robin Grant.

HEREWARD: Hereward Palmer.
How do you do?

-ROBIN: How are you?
-HEREWARD: Very well.

TILLY:
I'm so glad you could come.

HEREWARD:
Good evening.

TILLY: Hope you didn't have
too dreadful a journey.

LETTICE: No, it was fine.
A little bumpy.

We've only just done this road.

ROBIN: Wasn't Toby Hanbury
in the 9th Lancers?

HEREWARD:
Indeed, he was.

LETTICE: Was it difficult
to find a cook out here?

No. Actually, I've had Juma
from the start.

ROBIN: We cordially hated
each other as children,

but I must admit,
she has improved.

-Mummy?
-No, thank you.

HEREWARD: I saw Toby and Clare
just before we came over.

Both in great form.

Toby was my brigade major
in South Africa.

-Ah.
-Thank you, sweetheart.

You weren't a regular soldier,
were you?

Oh, Lord, no.
No.

-Toby missed his polo.
-Mm.

Got his handicap up to five
when we were in India.

One of these fellows who
couldn't ride to save his life

had the most wonderful
natural eye for a ball.

-LETTICE: Thank you.
-Yes, I can imagine.

Where do you go to school,
Elspeth?

I don't.
Not for the moment.

But when the coffee's going
well, I might have to go then.

Next year, I expect.

TILLY:
Five years.

It's rather a slow business,
I'm afraid.

Five years?!

Hereward, it takes five years
for the wretched coffee to grow.

I know, my dear.

Damn valuable crop in the end,
you know.

But in five years,
we shall be middle-aged.

I shall be fat and frowsy,
and you'll have twinges of gout.

And that is
if we haven't both been murdered

by our drunken headman by then.

Mrs. Palmer.

Once we have a house,
it could be all right.

I can have my piano, and
Hereward can have his trophies.

Coals to Newcastle perhaps,
but they're a pretty fine lot.

One black buck I shot in Kashmir

was almost a record head,
I'm told.

What will you do when the coffee
has made your fortune, Tilly?

I'd like to own a balloon...

and breed New Forest ponies...

and go to China
on the Trans-Siberian Railway.

-ELSPETH:

I don't know which comes first.

And what about your husband?

-Guess.
-HEREWARD: Shoot tigers?

-LETTICE: Buy a yacht?
-

A castle in Scotland.

ROBIN:
Elspeth knows.

I told her once.

Daddy would like to do
absolutely nothing,

because that's
the most expensive thing

in all this world.

And what about you, Elspeth?

What do you want most
in the world?

Oh, Lor'.

A chameleon, I think.

TILLY:
Bed now, Elspeth.

Our dinner's ready.

-Goodbye.
-Good night, Elspeth.

-ELSPETH: Goodbye.
-Good night.

-Good night, Daddy.
-Good night, sweetheart.

Come and say good night,
won't you?

TILLY: Yes, darling.
Shall we go in?

Mrs. Palmer.

Enchanting daughter you have,
Mrs. Grant.

So nice to see
such good manners.

Splendid.

Extraordinary how quickly
one gets used to the animals,

even the most frightening ones.

Well, what frightens me about
this country isn't the animals.

It's the sort of quiet, smiling,

destructive ferocity...

...of everything.

Nothing anyone has created
survives.

-Mummy!
-What's the matter, darling?

I think -- I think something
rather awful's happening.

ROBIN:
What is it, sweetheart?

Outside.

There.

Oh, God.

Bloody hyenas!

They'll eat anything.

-I say, I am sorry.
-Damn that stupid boy of mine!

Oh, Lord.

Hereward will go mad.

-Oh.

I don't find it very funny.

Juma cooked
really rather a good dinner.

Yes.
It all went fine until...

You really shouldn't
have laughed.

It was
a sort of half-guilty laugh.

they're not our hyenas.

There's something odd
about those Palmers.

Well,
he's a pompous sort of cuss.

But then, there's nothing
very unusual about that.

I think she's a damn fine woman.

Emotional.

She's a fish out of water here,
I'm afraid.

ROBIN:
Well, he's rich.

He can build her a pool

where she can shelter
under the water lilies.

Oh, she does the
helpless-female act very well.

She's probably as tough
as old boots underneath.

But why have they come?

They're not the type.

-Sport.
-Oh.

If he wants more heads
for his collection,

he can just go on a big safari.

I think they've run off together
and have to live abroad.

I wonder who she was before.

You wicked woman!

How you do love
a whiff of scandal.

Well, whoever she was...

I'm afraid
she's thrown herself away.

Well, at least
it's onto a comfortable,

silver-plated rubbish heap.

I am glad
you threw yourself away on me.

Your boys know nothing, man.

I'm afraid we're all beginners.

Shall I show them?

It would be very kind
if you would.

Sammy. Mr. Roos is going to show
you how to handle the cattle.

Give me that, boy.

Poor bloody cattle.

See?
See how I do it?

You don't have to shout
at the animals all the time.

Put up that chain
two more links.

Not him.

You, boy.

Did you hear me?
Come on.

You stupid bastard!

Do as I order you!

Sammy!

You stuck-up boy.

I'm going to give you
20 of the best with this.

No, you're not!

This is my farm.

And he's my boy.

You do it, then.

Show them who's boss.

Clear off, Sammy.

Come up and have a drink.

ELSPETH: Mummy!

Sammy, Daddy, and Mr. Roos
are having a fight!

ROOS:
Listen to me, Mr. Grant.

You let one of these boys
cheek you and get away with it,

the next thing,
he kill you in your bed.

He didn't mean to be rude.

And he is my headman.

He's just like the others.

You obstinate rooinek British

will spoil this country
for the rest of us.

Yes, well, thank you
for your advice, Mr. Roos,

and for your help.

You flog that boy, or you won't
have to thank me for anything.

Robin.

What happened?

Roos seems to think
that unless the few white men

stick together,
stamp on the Africans,

flog them when they sneeze,
we won't survive.

Perhaps he'll learn.

Never.

And he's marvelous
with any animals.

Had our oxen eating out
of his hand in minutes.

I sometimes wonder

whether anything
will ever grow in this place.

The veranda posts
are beginning to sprout.

There.

Robin.

It's from Lettice.

ROBIN: I wonder
what the hell's happened.

I asked the syce who brought it,

and he said
he didn't know anything.

I wonder if she's panicking.

Highly-strung sort of woman.

What an ungallant thing
to say of your latest inamorata.

Only the other day,
she was a "damn fine woman."

I think you ought to go,
just in case.

After all,
Hereward is buying our stone

for the foundation of his house.

Well, we'd better all go...

taking guns and bandages
and things.

Mm.
And Sammy.

ROBIN:
I wonder where everyone is.

Hereward!

Lettice!

ELSPETH: Do you think everyone's
been eaten by the cannibals?

TILLY: Perhaps they've had
a visit from Mr. Roos.

ROBIN:
I should think Hereward Palmer

is perfectly capable of starting
a mutiny without his help.

The dogs are here.

I can't think
Lettice would leave the dogs.

Lettice!

Thank God you've come!

There's a man in here
been cut to ribbons.

I've done what I can,
but it's all so dark and filthy.

Oh.

I hope I'm not going to be sick.

Elspeth, you go
look after the dogs.

-Come along.
-

Lettice, what happened?

Well, we didn't know anything
about it till this morning.

And then they'd all run away,

leaving this wretched man dying.

Who is he?

Kimani...

our headman.

He wasn't very good
and usually drunk.

Where's Hereward?

He's gone up to the reserve,
chasing them.

Look, Hereward's got
a terrible temper.

-I do hope --
-All right, all right.

I'd best go after him.

Lettice,
please go into the house.

No, I'll help.

Although I'm not very good
at this sort of thing.

First aid's not my strong point,
but I'm getting used to it.

I just get my things.

Please go in.
All right?

All right.

Was he awfully gashed?

Yes.

Probably a panga.

I expect they had a beer brew.

LETTICE:
Is he...

-Is he...
-Dead.

Quite dead.

Oh. Oh.

If -- If only I wasn't
so completely useless

at everything!

I could have saved him!

I know I could!

I wonder if there are
any smelling salts.

Go and look in the bedroom.

-Lettice!
-LETTICE:

Pull yourself together,
Lettice, for heaven's sake!

Kimani was a rotten headman,

drunk most of the time,
and you know it.

Matter of fact,
you're well rid of him.

How can you be so callous?!

And now I'm going
to be left here alone

with no servants
and a murderer on the loose!

Nobody's leaving you alone.

What do you think
we're here for?

This sort of thing's
always happening in Africa,

and you've just got
to get used to it.

Yes.

Yes.

KUPANYA:

If you do not find the man
who did this terrible crime,

I shall go straight
to the district commissioner.

Do you understand?

-Jambo, Chief Kupanya.
-Jambo, bwana.

Tilly's looking after Lettice.

Yes, I've been trying to get
this old idiot to do something.

Kupanya wishes to say
to Bwana Palmer

and Bwana Grant
that he understands

there has been a fight
at Bwana Palmer's shamba

and that Kimani has been hurt.

Dead, most likely.

Oh, then it's murder.

Kupanya says it could be a case
of murder or manslaughter.

Kupanya says he will find
the man who did it

so that he can be sent
to the D.C.

How the hell
is he going to do that?

I'd leave it up to him, old man.

He's a wise old bird.

Seems to know everything
that goes on around here.

What about all my --
What about all my staff?

Where are they?

They will be back.

You've been
absolutely angelic --

All of you.

I'm sorry we couldn't help more.

Oh, but you have.

When we have the house built
and we have my piano

and Hereward's heads,

we will have a celebration.

Thank you, Robin.

Thank you so much, Tilly.

TILLY:
Not at all.

Uh, sorry if I was rather...

Oh, don't be silly.

HEREWARD:
Um, Robin.

I was wondering
what to do about the body.

-Our boys won't bury it.
-Don't worry about that.

When it gets dark, they'll
take it out into the bush.

The hyenas will do the rest.

They're very practical people,
actually.

Oh, and they'll burn
the hut down.

But that's no great loss.

Come on, my dear.

-ROBIN: Cheerio, Hereward.
-Goodbye, Robin.

-ROBIN: Lettice.
-Goodbye.

-Bye, Tilly.
-TILLY: Goodbye.

-ELSPETH: Bye.
-Goodbye, Elspeth.

-SAMMY: Goodbye.
-Thank you, Sammy.

How nice to have
such good neighbors.

Tilly makes me feel so helpless.

But, my dear,

you weren't brought up
to this sort of thing.

Tilly Grant wasn't either.

Yes, I must say,
she's a real fizzer.

Grant's a bit more of a man
than I thought he was.

Well, I could do with a drink.

LETTICE:
Darling, I...

Isn't it better to be honest?

I'm afraid
I'm never going to be able

to cope with this sort of life.

Well, I mean, you haven't really
given it much of a chance.

I'm not sure I want to.

Well, it's for you to decide.

You must do whatever you want.

Good morning, pigeon.

Tomorrow,
I will take off your splint,

and you will all be mended.

Njombo!

Good morning, Kongoni.

Njombo!

Njombo is not here.

I will come riding
with the memsabu.

ELSPETH:
Where is Njombo?

He is not here.

Is he ill?

SAMMY: Kupanya and the elders
have sent for him.

Is it to do with the dead man
at Bwana Palmer's?

Why should you ask that?

Kimani, the dead man,
worked at Bwana Palmer's shamba.

Njombo works here.

Come.
Come.

A honeyguide bird.

He is calling us.

Calling us?

If we follow him,
he will take us

to where the bees
have made honey.

He wants us to go
and take the honey

so that he can eat
the grubs underneath.

Gosh!
How clever!

-Shall we follow him?
-No, no.

It may be a long way away
and up the top of a tree.

But if ever you follow one,

always remember to leave
some of the honey.

Of course.
That's only fair.

Come.

I will show you the weaverbirds.

Come.

Maybe we see a kingfisher.

Kingfisher.

Oh, he's gone.

If we wait quietly,
he will come back.

If you tell me about Njombo,

I will not tell
my mother or father.

I promise.

These affairs
are not for the memsabu ndogo.

Will Kupanya
send Njombo to the D.C.?

He will not go to the D.C.

Bwana Palmer will send him.

Njombo is Kupanya's nephew.

Kimani was drunk
and insulted Njombo.

They fought and...

With pangas?

Yes, with pangas.

Many people
are struck with pangas.

Some enemy of Njombo's

used bad medicine
to make Kimani die.

Kupanya promised to send
the murderer to the D.C.

Hm. Kupanya will find
someone to send.

There will not be any trouble.

Njombo is poor, but he will
have to pay heavy fines.

Instead of buying a wife,

all his goats will have
to go to Kimani's father.

Ah.
Look.

Francolin.

Very good to eat.

I hope Njombo
will come back one day.

He will come back.

He will need much money to buy
goats to pay Kimani's father.

Kimani was a worthless man,

but now he has died,
he will make his father rich.

"Le Corbeau et le Renard."

What's "corbeau"?

Read it.
See if you can guess.

"Maître Corbeau,
sur un arbre perché,

tenait en son bec un fromage."

It must be a bird.

Yes.
What sort of bird?

A cheese-loving bird.

A cheese bird.

Like the honeyguide bird
likes honey.

-A crow.
-Oh.

A toto from the Palmers
with something for you, Elspeth.

Elspeth's in the middle
of her French.

Thank you.

Oh, no!

Two darling chameleons.

It's from Lettice.

ROBIN: Uh, Mrs. Palmer to
nicely-brought-up young girls.

No, she asked me.

"I hope they are a he and a she.

No one seems to know.

Anyway,
they seem to be friends.

Lettice."

Oh, what a gorgeous present!

I wonder
if they'll change color.

Careful not to put them
on the tartan rug,

-or they'll burst.
-Will they really?

No.
Of course they won't.

Don't you think
you ought to christen them?

What's a good sort
of chameleon name?

Um...Antony and Cleopatra?

No.
Too long.

TILLY:
Gilbert and Sullivan.

Oh, no. That won't do.
They're both male.

They've got sort of crowns.

Yes. They're very dignified
and royal.

TILLY:
Victoria and Albert.

I've got it!
George and Mary.

Perfect.
George and Mary.

ELSPETH:
Which is which is difficult.

They'll just have
to take it in turn.

I wonder where they can live.

I think if we build
a cage 'round a nice shrub.

-I'll ask Njombo.
-Oh, Robin.

Sammy came in to say Njombo

had to go into the reserve
for a few days.

His mother's very ill.

Go on.
In you go.

George and Mary...

this is your kingdom.

Njombo!

I'm glad you're back.

Look at my chameleon.

They are bad things.

They do no harm.

NJOMBO:
They are bad.

Why?

Our god, who is living
on Mount Kenya,

sent one of them
with a message

to the first Kikuyu man
to stop man dying,

and also the moon.

The chameleon forgot.

So now the moon
dies every month,

and man dies, too.

ELSPETH:
Go on.

How is the pigeon?

All right.

I'm just going to take
her splint off and let her go.

Come and help.

Pigeon.

Pigeon!

Pigeon!

It's so unfair!

After all the trouble
we've taken.

Oh, pigeon.

Sometimes things do just die...

especially wild things.

Perhaps she was very old.

She doesn't look old.

Why don't you give her
a proper funeral?

Hmm?

Yes.
Yes, I will.

Of course.