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ELSPETH:
Is it much further?

TILLY:
A good bit further.

What's Daddy gone ahead to do?

He's gone to make a house
for us at the farm.

Horrible dust.

Doesn't it taste funny.

Is it the sort of farm that will
have cows, sheep, and things?

It's more for growing coffee,
I think.

But we'll have animals.
Of course.

I didn't know coffee grew.

Do you think
Daddy will have got my pony?

TILLY:
I don't know, Elspeth.

I don't expect so.

He's got an awful lot
of other things to buy,

starting the farm.

Oh, gosh!
Mummy, look!

Will we see a lion?

TILLY: Perhaps.

What are those funny black pigs?

They're warthogs, I think.

Don't they look funny
scuttling along

as if they're late
for something?

Look!

They're all going into their
hole the wrong way 'round.

It's quite sensible, really.

If something's chasing them,
they don't have

to turn their backs.

Oh!

Nearly lost you.

JUMA:

We are coming
to the country of cannibals.

These people
scavenge like hyenas.

Sometimes their women give birth
to snakes and lizards.

They're not to be trusted.

Here, your crops
will not prosper,

and your cattle will die.

Silence, Juma.

Hm.

Is that true?
About cannibals?

Of course it isn't true.

They're perfectly nice people.

Still, you could have
a nice cannibal.

It's just that they eat people,
not animals.

Thank you.

Hello!
Hello! Hi!

TILLY: Careful.
Don't fall off.

ELSPETH:
I wish...

Thank you so much
for having us to stay.

-Come and see us again.
-Goodbye.

Oh.

-ELSPETH: Goodbye.
-MAN: Goodbye.

-TILLY: Goodbye.
-ELSPETH: Goodbye.

-Thank you.
-MAN: Take care.

TILLY: Okay.
Goodbye.

WOMAN: Goodbye.

Oh, it's going to be
another really hot day.

-Perhaps he wasn't hungry.
-

Would he have tried to eat us
if he had been?

Darling, I don't know.

Probably he might have killed
one of the oxen.

JUMA: These oxen
are no meal for a lion.

They're old
as great-grandmothers,

and their legs
are like broken sticks.

When the new moon comes,

we shall still be traveling
on this worthless cart.

Will you be silent, Juma?

Hm.

Hello, Tilly!

Toto!

Hello, darling.

Robin.

-Everything all right?
-Fine.

Long journey.
You've done well.

You must be exhausted.

Not too bad.

Good.

We'll have to put up
for a few days at the hotel,

if you can call it that.

Pretty primitive,
but quite clean.

Aren't we going on to the farm?

No.

One or two little problems.

The ox wagon won't get there.

Too many gullies.

I have to build a few bridges.

I found the perfect site,

but there doesn't seem
to be much labor about.

But that agent friend of yours.
What's his name?

-ROBIN: Roger Stilbeck.
-Mm.

He said
there was plenty of labor.

Africans two a penny --
That's what he said.

Yes, I know he did.

Perhaps he was thinking
of ticks and white ants.

And the bush is a lot heavier

than I was led to believe,
but...

Mm.

Mr. Stilbeck doesn't seem

to have been
altogether very truthful.

He probably didn't know himself.

It's a marvelous place.

You'll love it.

Hello, Daddy.

sleepy.

We saw a marvelous lion.

I mean, a really big one.

Much bigger
than any of the ones at the zoo.

I'm sorry they're such
a scratch lot, Grant.

-ROBIN: They'll do.
-What?

-They'll do, Major.
-MAJOR: Yes.

The trouble is, all the smart
safari people in Nairobi

bag the best of them.

Bribe them
with new boots and big tips.

Ruination of the whole place.

TILLY: I wonder
what they think about it all.

What?

What the porters think about it.

They don't think, madam.

Porters don't think.

ROBIN: Ready?
Right.

Off we go.

Cheerio, Major.

Stick close.
I know a shortcut.

Keep up.

Well, here we are.

You mean this is the farm?

Yes.

It's a lovely place, isn't it?

Nice for a picnic.

ROBIN:
This, uh...

This grass and stuff
should burn off quite easily.

We ought to be able to start
plowing before the rains.

Plow this?

ROBIN: Yes.
It's all plowable.

Roger Stilbeck guaranteed it.
It's in the prospectus.

Yes, I remember.

"Best coffee land
in East Africa," didn't it say?

"Soil analyzed by experts.

Thousands of years
of untapped fertility

locked up in the earth.

A gift at ú4 an acre."

Even I know this land
isn't worth 1/4 of that.

ROBIN: Well...

I mean, the prospectus --

Darling Robin...

that's why they print
a prospectus --

-for people like you to believe.
-

Well, you have to trust people.

Perhaps when we starve
or get eaten by the animals,

they'll put that
on our tombstone.

Elspeth.
Look. Here.

This is where I thought
we'd put the house.

We can dam the water
to a reservoir down there,

pump up to a water tower
up there,

and then gravity feed
to the house and factory.

First plantation
over to the right.

We might start
a vegetable garden...

build a small dairy
down by the river.

Lots of people
settling 'round here soon,

so we can sell them
milk and butter,

and make a bit on the side.

You can help with that, Elspeth.

ELSPETH:
I can't see a river.

ROBIN: No, of course you can't,
if you don't look.

I thought we could plant
an avenue through here...

join up with the feeder road
to Thika.

Perhaps an orchard
near the house.

And then solid coffee
as far as the other boundary.

I do hope
we have nice neighbors.

It'll make such a difference.

Really, darling.

You make it sound
just like Wimbledon.

Tilly...

...look, if you want to go back
home, you've only to say so.

You know that.

You were the one
who was so keen to come...

to escape from those
endless dreary house parties.

You've always loathed London.

We can't go back home again
even if we wanted to

for the simple reason
we can't afford to.

We haven't a bean in the world,

thanks to your friends
in the city who you trusted,

and who have systematically
cheated you over the years,

just like
your chum Roger Stilbeck.

Diamond mines in Mozambique,
gold in Peru,

oil wells in Turkey.

I remember your old nanny saying
to me when we got engaged,

"Mr. Robin was born
with a hole in his pocket."

No, we're going to stay.

And we're going to make it the
best coffee farm in East Africa,

just like it says
in the prospectus.

Found it -- at last.

What do you want it for
so badly?

Well, I read somewhere there was
nothing like a bit of music

to attract the natives.

They come flocking 'round
as soon as they hear it.

What shall we have --
"The Bluebells of Scotland"

or "The Lost Chord"?

Oh, let's have
"The Bluebells" first.

Must be patriotic.

Rather disappointing.

Ernie likes it, anyway.

Thought there must be a party.

Whoa.

Roos, my name.

Robin Grant.

My wife and daughter.

You on a safari, Mr. Grant?

No.
We -- We live here.

Oh.
I live over there, 2 miles.

Uh-huh.
Farming?

I'm a hunter, not a farmer.

Bad farming here.

I've been trying to find
some local labor

to get things started.

There don't seem
to be any men about.

ROOS:
Oh, there's plenty of them.

Lazy devils.

Sit around all day
painting themselves up

and greasing their pigtails
while the women do all the work.

If you want to get hold of them,
put out a safari lamp.

They'll come like moths
'round a candle.

-Thank you.
-ROOS: Don't overpay them.

And any lip, give them 15 up.

It's the only way to treat them.

Only language they understand.

TILLY:
Will you have, uh...

Will you have a cup of tea
with us, Mr. Roos?

No, thank you, missus.

I hear there's elephant
come down over Ember way,

and I want that ivory.

Well, thank you for your help.

You must come and see us
when we're more organized.

What's your name, missy?

Elspeth.

Mine's Peter.

Come on.

Did you see his eye?

All funny.

Yes.

-It didn't move!
-Glass.

A glass eye.

Do you think
he takes it out at night?

Darling!
We don't talk about that.

-But --
-ROBIN: Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

Anyway, I thought
he was rather nice.

Damned helpful
about the lamp trick, anyway.

If it works.

Time to go to bed.

Oh, must I?

Yes.

But suppose something happens.

Bed.

Good night, sweetheart.

Long day.
Night-night.

I'll come and say good night.

-Mummy.
-Mm-hmm?

Are you ever frightened
at night?

You needn't be frightened,
darling.

Nothing's gonna harm you.

But are you?

Yes.
Sometimes.

How far away
do you think the sea is?

Oh.

I don't know.

Good night, my darling.
Sleep tight.

-Mummy.
-Hmm?

ELSPETH: Do you sometimes wish
we'd never come?

No, darling.

Of course I don't.

-Good night.
-Good night.

They've come, by George.

We mustn't frighten them.

I wonder what we do now.

Juma.
Juma.

Juma, tell them
if they will work for me,

I will give them meat.

They do not eat meat.

Well, I will give them
a rupee to start with.

They are too stupid
to understand rupees.

Oh, just let
Juma deal with them, Robin.

All right.

JUMA:

He asks, "What is this light?

Has it fallen from a star?"

Show it to him.

-Juma.

Tell them that I will give
a lamp like this

to everyone who will come
to work for me for one month.

He says the spirit in the lamp
serves only Europeans.

It cannot serve him.

Explain about paraffin, Juma,
can you?

He'll never understand.

Of course he won't.

He's probably never seen
paraffin before in his life.

Give me the lamp.

See?

They've gone.

Asante sana, Juma.
Thank you.

Yes.

They look ideal farm laborers.

9 feet, about.

Do you think that's big enough
for the veranda?

It looks huge to me.

Can you hear someone singing?

Yes.

Yes, I can.

Leave the sticks.

Tilly!

TILLY: Robin!

For goodness' sake,
do something.

ROBIN:
Well, what?

Well, get your gun
if nothing else.

That wouldn't do much good.

We have come to build
your house, Bwana.

I am Njombo.

I work many times
with Europeans.

Good.

Very glad you've come.

Jambo.

My name is Grant...

-...Njombo.
-

This is my wife and daughter.

Njombo.

-Jambo.
-

-Jambo.
-

Where do we build the house?

I'll show you.

Here.

We cannot build
a house like this.

Why not?

NJOMBO:
Not good.

Well, it's good for us,
and we are to live in it.

It will fall down.

Not if it's built properly.

Why do you not have
a round house like we have?

Because I want
a house like that.

Many evil spirits will
come to live in the corners.

Oh, please, do as I say.

NJOMBO:

Asante, Juma.

They won't use my nails.

They say iron is too valuable.

Iron is only for ornaments.

I wonder
why they have round houses

and we have rectangular ones.

Perhaps it's a sign
of civilization.

The Colosseum was round.

Perhaps it's the furniture.

Our sort of furniture wouldn't
fit very well in a round house.

They only have
three-legged stools...

and beds
made of sticks lashed together

high enough for their goats
to live underneath...

a fire in the middle,
and no windows.

Oh, there must be
a terrible fug.

Well, the idea
is that the smoke kills the lice

and the goats' urine
keeps down the jiggers.

TILLY:
There you are.

-Thank you.
-How practical, really.

What are the walls
going to be made of?

I'm not really too sure.

Good, Bwana?

Very good, Njombo.

Now you can make the roof.

-No.
-No roof?

The roof is for the women
tomorrow.

Ah.

NJOMBO:

ROBIN:
Thank you all very much.

We are very pleased
with our house.

Thank you, Njombo.

Now you may go.

I am not going.

I am staying to work for you,
Bwana and Memsabu.

I'm a good size.
All sorts of jobs.

We have no ponies.

But we will have, Robin.

You said I could have a pony
one day, Daddy.

-You have mules.
-Yes, but...

All right.

I will build myself a house.

And then I will find a wife.

Very good.

She will make a shamba,

and then I'll bring my goats,

and we will have children.

ROBIN:
Well, I must say...

...not bad for under 10 quid.

What are these, Tilly?

They're flame trees.

Sound expensive.

They were, rather, but worth it.

The flowers are scarlet,
like flame.

They're used by witch doctors
to make black magic.

Can I help you?

Look.
Our first brood.

ELSPETH: Mummy,
there's a woman with a baby.

It's been terribly burned
or something.

Here.

The baby's burned.

Tell her to bring the baby
into the house.

NJOMBO: No.
She's better here.

She says you're a white woman

who has healing medicine
for such things.

Well, I haven't.

It must go to hospital.

-How?
-TILLY: On the mules.

Njombo, bring the mules.

NJOMBO:
Two of the mules are with Bwana.

Then bring the other one.

The other one is lame.

-You are telling lies, Njombo.

Anyway, the nearest hospital
is in Nairobi,

and I'm sure the baby
would be dead by then.

I will go and get
the medicine lady.

-She will know what to do.
-All right, Njombo.

And tell her
to go and wait in the shade.

Asante, Memsabu.

Is the baby dead?

Not quite.

Njombo is getting
a medicine lady.

I wonder what she'll be like.

Like a medicine man, I suppose.

A sort of old lady witch doctor.

Ah, whoa.
Whoa.

MRS. NIMMO:

My name is Nimmo.

-Mrs. Nimmo.
-Tilly Grant.

My daughter, Elspeth.

So, you're the new people
'round here.

Well, what a pleasure it is
to meet you.

Would you like a drink --
a cup of tea or beer?

Oh, a glass of lemonade
would be most acceptable.

I never touch alcohol out here.

Elspeth.

-Njombo.
-NJOMBO: Yes, Memsabu.

Tell the woman
to bring the baby here.

TILLY: It is good of you
to come, Mrs. Nimmo.

One of the native women
has a very badly burned baby.

Oh, it's always happening.
They're so careless.

Oh, thank you, my dear.

Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear.

Poor wee thing.

Could I have a towel
and some water --

boiled water, mind --
and some Vaseline?

Oh, we haven't any Vaseline,
I'm afraid.

-Plenty of bandages.
-MRS. NIMMO: Lint?

Oh, I'm sorry.
You see, we -- we...

Never mind.
It doesn't matter.

I've some in my bag.

Over here.

Thank you.

You'll be Scottish, then,
being called Grant.

I'm not. My husband is --
from Inverness.

Oh, a Highlander.

Would he be any relation
to Lord Grant,

the procurator fiscal?

I really don't know.

My Uncle James,
who's also in the law,

was very honored
by his friendship at one time.

Oh?

You get on with your lessons,
Elspeth.

Poor little thing.

Even at this age, they seem to
accept disaster, pain, and death

as their natural lot.

You'll have to get used to it,
Mrs. Grant,

if you're going to live
in Africa.

Asante, memsabu.

Do you think it will survive?

It might.

It's amazing how tough they are.

-Do come and sit down.
-Oh, thank you.

Oh, what nice things you have,
Mrs. Grant.

TILLY:
Have you been out here long?

Oh, a year or two.

Mr. Nimmo was one of
the first settlers around Thika.

He farms?
Do sit down.

We have a farm,

but Mr. Nimmo prefers to be
called a big game hunter.

He's one of the finest shots
in all Africa,

or so I've been told.

He's not here now?

Not at present.

At present, I believe
he's in the Congo after ivory.

It must be very lonely for you.

Yes, it is,

but you have to look on the
bright side, as I always say.

It's lucky you're a doctor.

MRS. NIMMO: Oh, I'm not
a doctor, Mrs. Grant.

I was a nursing sister
in Edinburgh.

And being possessed
of a sense of adventure,

I came out on contract
to the hospital in Nairobi,

and that's where
Mr. Nimmo caught me.

He says he went in with piles
and came out with Maggie.

-

It's one of his little jokes.

I do my best for the poor
benighted, immoral heathens

we have 'round here, but, uh...

some of the things I have seen
would make a tinker blush.

I'd be most grateful,
Mrs. Nimmo,

if you could give me a list

of some of the things
I ought to have.

Oh, I'll certainly do that,
Mrs. Grant...

though, mostly, it's a case
of Epsom salts and faith.

If you'll excuse me,
I'll just get my little book.

MRS. NIMMO: Elspeth --
That's a good Scottish name.

-Yes, Mrs. Nimmo.
-And how old are you?

-Nearly 11.
-And not at school?

No. Mr. Playfair
says it's not possible.

-And who is he?
-He's our bank manager.

JUMA:
Siafu, siafu.

When the siafu come,
it means rain.

Poor little things.

Only just hatched.

-Why did this have to happen?
-

What good do siafu do?

Christ.

That's a very valuable piece
of furniture.

Been in my family for years.

I know it has.

It seems a pity to treat
good things in that way.

TILLY:
What way?

How else
do you want me to treat it?

This isn't the Victoria
and Albert Museum exactly.

At least it's being useful.

We need all these things,
according to Mrs. Nimmo.

Where else
am I going to put them?

Well, you might have shown it
a little more respect than that,

I would have thought.

I wish I'd never come
to this rotten country!

The place
is full of horrible diseases

and crawling with insects,
and I hate it!

Everything's raw and crude.

All the natives are savages.

Nobody knows how to do
anything properly.

And there's no one to talk to
for hundreds of miles,

and I hate it.