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Laddie, our luck's in.
Black leopard, laddie.
Black leopard nosing the kill.
Get the jeep, Brownie.
Boltchak!
Come on, on your feet. Let's go.
Don't let him twist that net.
Come on, get around there. Get a move on, man.
Easy, Boltchak!
- Big time! He's a big one! - Yeah. Young too.
Boltchak, stop that!
Who's there? Bunny?
Bunny?
No, this is not Bunny.
Who are you?
May I ask who you are, why you're here...
...and what in blue blazes is going on? - My name is Eloise Kelly.
Better known in the gay capitals of Europe as "Honey Bear" Kelly.
The first thing that's going on is my robe, on your arm there...
...if you'll be so cooperative.
With pleasure, Miss Kelly.
Stop. Throw.
Turn around.
No kidding, find Bunny and tell him I'm here, will you?
I'd be glad to, if you'd tell me who Bunny is and where I'd find him.
The Maharajah of Bunganore. Didn't he tell you I was coming?
So you came down to visit with the Maharajah?
Sure. All the way from New York.
I think it's a dirty trick he wasn't on hand to meet me when I came.
- Didn't he tell you? - No. The Maharajah is in India.
He left here a week ago.
- He didn't. - Yes, he did.
It seems someone is trying to take away some of his palaces.
So he went back to see what he could do about it.
- Oh, no. - Oh, yes.
Didn't he say anything about me, that I was coming or anything?
No, he didn't.
Just between you and me, I think he's turned out to be a big heel.
He didn't even leave you a return ticket.
Look, Mr. Whoever-You-Are, let me jump to my own conclusions.
Of all the rotten, subversive tricks.
Flying all the way, thousands of miles, to this lousy place...
...arriving here hot and tired as a Sixth Avenue mink...
That water's even hotter, and that soap gives out as much lather as blue cheese.
I'm the man that owns this building, the shower, and the soap.
- I wouldn't be proud of it. - This is my home, be it ever so humble.
I had to have some place to go.
I couldn't get a word out of laughing boy over there...
...with the sleigh bells in his ears.
Of all the dirty...
Bawling out the Maharajah long-distance isn't going to do any good.
If you'll pardon my subtlety...
I'm not so sure I'd want you on safari in the first place.
I run a business here. I'm working these men.
They have to keep their mind on work...
Look, buster, don't you get overstimulated with me.
I'm the little gal that flew all the way from New York...
...to this lousy place, this Dark Continent.
Only I expected to find a man with a flashlight.
I suggest you use up some of that energy in getting your clothes on.
- I'll assign you to a room at the other end. - Wait a minute.
Can't you get me a canoe, or a truck, or roller skates to get out of here?
Trucks couldn't get through this country, even if I could spare one.
You're stuck with us until next week's boat.
- You mean there's no way to get out? - No.
Now, weren't you going to do something about getting dressed?
Boy.
This will be the gayest week of the season.
Plenty deep, all right.
I thought I told you to replace that barbed wire.
We went after a black leopard, remember, laddie?
I'm sorry, Brownie.
Hi, girl. Hello. How are you? Come here.
All right, let's get on with the feeding.
What do you think I'm doing now?
Vic, you're getting too unstrung for your own good.
Why don't you fly out to Nairobi or even Cairo for a week or two?
You haven't been out of here for just on a year.
I'd like to, but Dorgenbeck's yelling for those two white hippo.
And I'll pick that cat up, if I have to run him all the way to the Congo.
I know. But you need relaxation.
And the little trinket that's dropped from the Maharajah's turban...
...she's a spry little bit.
That's playgirl stuff. I've seen them in London, Paris, Rome.
They start life in a New York nightclub...
...and end up covering the world like a paint advertisement.
Not an honest feeling from her kneecap to her neck.
Getting rather meticulous, aren't you?
Maybe. Maybe it's about time.
Everything snarls around this joint.
Hi. How are you, boy? You're a nice guy.
Hi, fellas. Hi, boy.
Hi, boy. Hey, you wanna chew some gum?
Hey, Kelly, get away from that chimp.
And stop feeding him bubblegum.
- Can't anybody be friendly around here? - Friendly? That chimp?
He'd bite your finger off just for fun.
- But he was only... - It's your lookout.
His teeth are poison. Once they sink into you, you'll blow up...
...like an eggplant. - All the other animals are being fed.
May I ask what time we get ours?
You may not hear it with the other noises, but I'm beginning to rumble.
We dine at 9.
How continental.
Come here, darling.
You're such a nice little baby. Come on over.
Come on, little baby. You're nice.
This is Miss Kelly. Mr. Brown-Pryce, Mr. Boltchak.
- How do you do? - How do you do?
Mr. Marswell, you look a lot better.
I bet you even smell better.
Let's hope your temper's the equivalent.
It's on an even keel. It'll probably improve with food.
Now that's my nice, healthy boy.
The Nordleys are coming out by next week's boat...
...instead of the following.
Good. That means we can get rid of them one week earlier.
- I'm handing them over to you, Boltchak. - Relatives, I take it?
No, customers. He's an anthropologist.
He's going on safari.
You'll have to excuse me, I left my cap and gown at the cleaners.
Anthropologist.
He studies man and man's development, looks for skulls...
...examines heads and all that.
Examines heads. Should have met him before I left New York.
He could have examined both mine.
Let's not get sick over this, gentlemen. It's not that funny.
You're so good, Miss Kelly.
That ends that, doesn't it? No kidding, I've never met scientific types.
I'd like to meet them. I might learn something.
I don't think you'll be seeing too much of them.
You'll be wanting to get back on the same boat.
Okay, coach, take me out. I'm through.
Wait! Hey, wait a minute!
Hey, wait for me! Wait!
Hey, a kangaroo.
I'm sorry, I can't sleep with that lion or whatever it is chirping.
- Do you mind if I stay here for a while? - No, have a seat.
- Sure I won't bother you? - No, not at all.
- New batch of magazines came in today. - Good.
What makes him do that? Is he hungry?
There's probably a lioness lurking in the bush out there somewhere.
I guess there's all sorts of hunger in the world, isn't there?
This is a weird sort of business to be in, collecting animals.
I guess it's fun for a man, isn't it?
When it's profitable.
You sell them to zoos?
Circuses, trainers.
How much do you get...
...for a baby elephant, for instance?
A dumbo?
Is that really the name for them?
- Around $5000. Tough to ship, though. - I saw a baby elephant in the zoo once.
He was sucking on a gallon jug of milk with a nipple attached.
Can you imagine that? A whole gallon of milk.
Their mothers carry much more than that.
More than a gallon?
I know. Have you got any kangaroos? What do you get for a kangaroo?
You have to go to Australia for kangaroos.
Yes. Like I said, I was educated at the York Club.
I'd like to see a kangaroo close up. A mama kangaroo.
Is it true that they carry their babies in a little pouch thing?
- That's right. All marsupials do that. - Ma... What?
Animals that carry their young, like a papoose in reverse.
Isn't that the darnedest thing. Everything but a zipper, huh?
- Kelly, you're all right. How about a drink? - I'd love one.
- Sorry about no ice. - It's all right.
Doctors say it's bad for your pouch, anyway.
- Soda or water? - Water. I find always that with water...
- What's the matter? - Do something!
- That's just old Joe. - Old Joe?
Yes. He's our migratory mousetrap.
I bet there isn't a rat or a mouse within 100 yards of this place.
Oh, boy, to think I haven't had my first drink yet.
I have old Joe around to trap young girls into where you are right now.
Oh, now, Mr. Marswell...
...I don't imagine you need old Joe for that.
The river looks awfully pretty in the moonlight, doesn't it?
Wait a minute.
You're turning into the original African hotrod.
I can always quit.
You can be nice and sweet when you want to, can't you?
How do you know? Maybe you spoke too soon.
I'm warning you. I'm searching. I'm looking, really I am.
I'll look with you for a little while.
Still pounding away at that old rogue?
Hi. It's the only piece of jazz I've been able to find around this place.
It's been played more in the last week than the last 30 years.
No kidding. Have you been out here that long?
I came out here for my health.
- I found it. I'm still here. - Where did you get that scar?
An old buffalo charged.
First barrel misfired, and we danced around a bit.
- That's one way to die, isn't it? Dancing. - I don't know.
- Where did you get yours? - What?
Your scars.
You've got them, though they're not visible.
Sorry. I'm a nosy old idiot, my dear.
You're pretty smart. Nice, gentle smart, though.
Someday when I know you better I'll tell you all about it.
Listen to old Trader Horn out there. "Attaboy. Chop, chop, bwana master."
- All packed, Kelly? - My, we're busy as... Packed?
The boat's here in 10 minutes. Muntala'll take your luggage to the dock.
Animals ready for loading, Brownie?
Yes.
Hi, sweetie.
Hello, baby.
Come and say goodbye to your mommy.
Your mommy's going home.
Now, you be a good little boy.
Wash behind your ears every day, and eat all your nice raw potatoes...
...so you'll grow up to be a big, fat elephant.
And then step on your Uncle Victor's corns every day.
Oh, oh, the boat. Yeah.
- I'll see your baggage aboard, my dear. - Thank you. You've been very sweet.
- You're a nice girl. - I get it, Brownie.
He's running a business and I'm a bottleneck.
Sometimes a man can't see the one tree because of the forest.
Someday he's gonna bump into the wrong kind of tree...
...and get his nose busted.
Take care of yourself, Brownie. And him too.
Here we are.
I wish you could stick around for a while, but I'll be too busy...
Don't spell it out for me.
You know, my little white hunter, it's high time I was on my way anyhow.
It's been...
- It's been nice having you here... - Yes.
It's certainly been something I didn't expect.
When the rainy season starts, I might fly up to Paris.
If you happen to be there, we might run into each other again.
Might.
Take it easy. Drop me a line.
- Hello, Vic. Hello, Brownie. - Hello, John.
I have the happiness to present Mr. Nordley.
- Mr. Marswell? - Yes.
How do you do? We finally made it.
- Mr. Nordley, Brown-Pryce. - How are you?
And Mrs. Nordley.
Linda, darling.
- Mrs. Nordley. - Mrs. Nordley.
- How do you do? - Mr. Brown-Pryce.
- Welcome. - How do you do?
It's so exciting and thrilling finally to arrive...
Take them up to the house, will you?
This way, please.
Hey, kid.
- Have you got money for your plane fare? - Yeah.
- Wait a minute... - I'll brain you if you don't take it.
Let's call it a 99-year loan.
This is one loan I'll pay back if I have to live 99 years to do it.
Well, here we go. Bronx Zoo next.
- Everything all right? Good trip? - This is charming.
Everything's so neat and clean.
I'll be unbearably frank and say I didn't expect this.
I'll be frank and say that you're a big surprise to me too.
In what way?
The wife of the last scientist who was here...
...weighed 180 pounds of pure muscle...
...had a good start on a mustache...
...and every time she spoke to her husband...
...every lion in the territory took off.
He was a little man with a beard, an authority on some kind of flea.
I sincerely hope I've disappointed you.
Come on, I'll show you your room.
This is Juma. He's your personal maid. Anything you want, ask him.
You won't understand him, but he will you.
- Isn't this nice? - About the bed, I didn't know...
...so if you want twin beds... - No.
- All right. - Everything's most satisfactory.
- I have the beastliest ringing in my ears. - Feeling down, darling?
It must be those shots we took.
The doctor said they cause a reaction.
- What shots? - Yesterday, at the settlement...
...the tsetse fly injections. - Tsetse fly?
Your letter didn't say anything about going to tsetse fly country.
We understood we had to go through to get to the gorillas.
Not necessarily. And why gorillas?
It's a pet theory of mine.
I want to study gorillas, their family life and so on.
Even get some of their vocal sounds on a tape recorder I brought with me.
- It's a theory on the derivative evolution... - I wouldn't understand.
Again, to be frank, it's a difficult safari, and it doesn't fit with my schedule.
If I'd known about this, I wouldn't have taken the job.
Why?
You can't promise anything with gorillas but trouble.
Some have worked for ten months and never even glimpsed one.
I have other work to attend to.
- Donald's perfectly willing to pay... - I'm sorry.
We'll have to stand by the original agreement.
I'll hand you over to one of my assistants, Mr. Boltchak. Perfectly capable...
- I want to work with you. - Mr. Marswell...
...Mr. Nordley made his arrangements with you.
He made them with my company, my organization.
Are you all right?
I think perhaps a glass of water...
- Donald, darling. - Don't get excited.
What's the matter with him?
Excessive reaction to the tsetse fly shot, that's all.
He'll be out of his head for a day or two.
We'll snap him out of it. I've got tablets.
Don't let him throw this blanket off. The shoes.
Our young scientist just went to his knees. Out cold. Tsetse fly shot.
That's too bad.
Mr. Marswell, he's trembling and shaking and getting nauseated.
We've got to get him to a doctor.
Moving him would aggravate his condition.
He's running a high fever. We have to break it up.
- Haven't you a thermometer? - We don't need one. Fever is fever.
But...
Just a minute, please, will you?
Would one of these be...?
A lion chewed him up.
This place is turning into a hospital.
Strap him up, Brownie.
Would one of these be the right thing? Donald knows all about them...
Sorry. Out here, we have three antidotes for everything:
Quinine, iodine, and castor oil. Quinine should fix him up very nicely.
I don't think he needs the other two, do you?
At certain times, jokes are in very poor taste.
Come on, no reason to lose your temper.
Please hurry.
There you are. He'll start to sweat in half an hour or so.
Keep him well covered up. I'll be back from time to time.
He's strong enough, all right. Got a bite like a young croc.
Mr. Marswell, just a minute.
Is that all you're going to do for him?
What do you expect me to do? Crawl in bed with him and hold his hand?
Keep him well covered up and get all the water down him you can.
- Will you do that? Will you do what I said? - Yes.
And give him one of those pills every four hours.
Good night.
Mr. Marswell. Oh, no, please sit still.
It's time for his pill but he's sleeping so well...
...I didn't want to wake him.
I'll have a look.
Boltchak, play cards.
- Much better. Let him sleep. - All right.
Good night.
I'd like to apologize about this morning.
I'm terribly ashamed.
I had it coming.
- You pack a good wallop. - Please.
It was very shabby behavior.
- I hope you'll be comfortable on that. - Yes, thank you.
It was most thoughtful of you.
What on earth are those horrible sounds? An animal of some kind?
Yes. They're hippos fighting.
- Why are they fighting? - Probably over a female.
- Thank you very much for everything. - I'll put it on the bill.
My room is the last one on the porch corridor...
...in case he needs anything during the night.
Thank you again.
Good night.
Nordley come out of it yet?
Yes. They're both feeling much better.
Two pretty girls in one week.
Kelly.
I'm going to miss Kelly. Kelly was all right.
I didn't say she wasn't, did I?
Take it easy going up them stairs.
Give me a bag. Throw me a bag up.
- Which one? - The little one.
Here you are.
- There you are. - Thank you.
Hold on, and I'll get the others up to you.
I've got hold of one more. You want that?
- Leave it for Marswell. - I've got it now.
I'm coming up the stair with it.
You women and your bags.
Hi there.
Anybody up on the old homestead?
Hi. The return of Frankenstein.
- What happened? - Shipwrecked...
...and me without a desert island to my name.
A catastrophe, a bleeding bellyful of bad luck.
- He's stinking. - How come? Where?
About three miles down the river, the engine packs up.
The current got hold of us and drifted us onto a mud bar.
What about the cages? The animals all right?
They're all right. We left the crew to look after them.
- We came here in the tender. - Tender? I'll say it was.
Hi, Brownie. And in the dark too.
Any minute I expected to be up to me hips in hippopotamuses.
You got me doing it now.
Could you send a couple of your boys to the settlement with the news?
Boltchak, go get Muntala.
- Have a drink. - Thank you, miss.
- How long will repairs take? - No time at all.
Maybe a day after we get the replacement.
It'll take us about three or four weeks to get it.
Four weeks?
- Brownie, take him. - Come on. Time for your nap.
Leon will bring the boys around for a chat, they'll shove off in the morning.
Take the bottle with you.
Thank you, Mr. M. Yeah, Brownie. Brownie!
I'm sorry.
Just a minute.
Mr. and Mrs. Nordley are in that room.
I'll have Boltchak move in with Brownie. You can take his room.
- He'll be back soon. - Yeah, the scientific characters.
They look kind of shiny new and young to be scientific types, don't they?
- Yeah, but take it easy, will you? - What do you mean?
You know, Mrs. Nordley has led a sheltered sort of life, I guess...
...and, well, let's not get too informal. You know what I mean.
I know what you mean.
You have as much gallantry in that remark as you think I've got brains.
- Now, wait a minute... - Never mind.
I'll just act like I was your sister, down from Vassar for the holidays.
That was pretty lame talk.
But you know what I'm talking about.
It's possible that I have a slight inkling as to your outlook on life.
Joe, get off my bed.
Scram!
Hi, baby. Come on, let me in. Oh, come on.
Behave. Wait a minute, boy. Wait.
Come on, now. Hey, listen, save some for the little girl.
Wait a minute. Here, okay.
No, no. No more.
You're a nice little girl.
Here's one. Hey, wait!
Hey, wait a minute. Wait a minute!
You're such a pig. You don't deserve any more. No!
Now, if you're not such a pig, I'll feed you.
Here, little girl. Here, little girl. Here, little girl. Here you are.
Here. Come on.
No, no!
Oh, hi.
How do you do? My name is Mrs. Nordley.
I'm Kelly, Eloise Kelly.
I hear your husband isn't well. Is he better?
- He's much, much better, thank you. - That's good.
Mr. Marswell says he's made a very quick recovery.
Speaking of friend Marswell, I wonder where he is.
Probably out lassoing some ferocious gazelle or something.
He took the captain to the boat in a truck.
Something about bringing back the animals, I believe.
Boy, I wish I'd had a truck last night.
I haven't walked that far since some palpitating halfback...
...tried to tell me he'd run out of gas.
You've been here on some sort of safari?
I was going on one, or at least I thought I was.
I came to visit an old pal of mine, the Maharajah of Bunganore.
- Do you mind? - No.
But the big, thoughtless cad stood me up.
- He stood you...? - In Americanese...
...that means that when I got here he wasn't here.
Men can get you into all sorts of trouble, can't they?
That was quite a shame.
When Marswell first heard about it, he was furious...
...but then he calmed down, and he was kind of sweet about it.
He's kind of cute, I guess.
He's a rough, mean man at times.
I must get your husband to examine his head, see what's inside.
I hope the saga of my Ionely travels hasn't shocked you.
I suppose girls are more conservative up your way, aren't they?
With my husband almost well again, I had it in mind to take a little walk...
...sort of get one's bearings.
- Nice day for it. - Well, so be it.
Bless your big, bony knees.
Hi, Kelly.
You're up early.
You know me, the neurotic type, insomnia.
Why didn't you tell a fella? She's something.
She's the kind that makes men want to break out of jail.
You been talking to Mrs. Nordley?
Well, now, look at him.
Knew to whom I was referring right away.
Yeah, me and my crystal ball.
You and your crystal head. Wipe that Emily Post look off your face.
I didn't endanger your lily-white reputation.
- I said she's pretty. - So she's pretty.
What the blue blazes has that to do with the price of pork?
- She's nice too. - Certainly.
- So she's nice. I said it first. - Who cares who said it first?
- It might make her nicer if I said it first. - All right. So you said it first.
- I better look in on him. - Nordley's peacefully pounding his ear.
And not that you're interested, but Mrs. Nordley has gone for a walk.
Gone for a walk? Where?
How should I know?
How do you like that? Why didn't you try to stop her?
I had no idea people couldn't go for a walk around here.
Mrs. Nordley walks off in the bush like it was Hyde Park.
Take the jeep and go down the forest trail. I'll take the river road.
Mrs. Nordley!
Linda, don't move.
Well, that's that. Come on, let's go back to camp.
- I'm... - Let's go.
I've certainly won myself the reputation for being an utter fool.
I'm not so much worried about your reputation as your health.
If anything should happen to you, my reputation would suffer.
Doesn't a woman's reputation mean anything to you?
Only if I'm personally interested.
Not very gracious, but understandable.
Donald will think I'm dreaming when I tell him all this.
- Thank heavens you're a witness. - Do you need one?
Donald's a husband who's believed everything I've told him...
...since I was five years old.
Five years old? You were married rather young, weren't you?
Actually, we were married when I was 20.
How long ago was that?
- Sorry. - No, it's all right.
I'm 27. Satisfied?
You want me to forget it?
Not necessarily.
Have you ever been married?
I've never had the fortune to find a lady who was interested.
That could be the remark of a cynical man.
What have I to be cynical about?
I make my contribution to this mixed-up world. What else is there?
That could be the remark of a Ionely man.
Could be.
Looks like we're in for a little storm.
Let's go back to camp. Come on.
- You've been out walking? - Sure.
Better be careful. Mrs. Nordley nearly got into trouble.
- Did she? - Yes.
She's under the delusion she can wander off...
...without being in any danger.
From the wild animals, you mean.
Certainly. What else?
I don't know what happened out in the bush...
...but the lady seemed to be in danger right here on the porch.
You're seeing things, aren't you?
Hi, Brownie.
A party!
The Nordleys. It's their first night here, so I thought...
Oh, yeah.
Good evening.
Feeling better?
I just have to get my clothes changed.
Be right with you.
Miss Kelly, this is my husband.
How do you do? Excuse me. Gotta get dressed, you know.
- Good evening. - Good evening.
- Would you like a drink? - Yes, thank you.
- Who was the young girl? - Miss Kelly.
"Honey Bear." American.
Judging by your appetite, you must be quite well again.
I feel wonderful. Thanks to you, Dr. Marswell.
And you look it. What's more, you've brought culture to Marswell's circus.
I love the custom black tie in the middle of the jungle.
Do you know that before you got here we wore onion sacks?
Anyone else wish to join me in a little more of the grape?
Mrs. Nordley?
- It's good for the nerves, they tell me. - No, thank you.
- Mine host? - No, thanks.
That's right. I forgot.
These animal-catching characters don't have many nerves...
...just one great big one.
You seem to have a real fondness for that wine.
Any year, any model.
They all bring out my better nature.
It was a pretty exciting afternoon.
I can't tell you, Vic...
You don't mind if it's Vic and Donald from now on, do you?
- Why not? - And "Honey Bear."
Oh, yes.
I mean the luck in your getting back in time to go after Linda.
Old girl, you could have had a very bad mauling.
I hear you can get one anytime in these parts...
...if you ask for it.
- More coffee, Mrs. Nordley? - No, thank you.
You must realize even the smallest of creatures in Africa are voracious.
I was reading only the other day of an incident of the red driver ant.
It's a very tough insect.
Some poor blighter left his launch at the riverbank...
...and along came an army of these ants and ate up everything but the engine.
Good heavens.
We have hundreds of different varieties of ants in this country.
Oh, yes, I saw quite a few ants this afternoon.
But I guess they were just the old-fashioned kind, huh?
All through, I guess.
Why don't we have some music to soothe the savage breasts?
Do you play?
No, but you can pump if you feel strong enough.
- I see, it's one of those. - Yes.
"Coming Through the Rye". That's a bit of home.
- Are you in good voice, Miss Kelly? - No, but I feel like singing.
Give forth, then.
I say, that's absolutely delightful.
I'm a reedy tenor, but I'll join you in this verse.
- Wonderful. Brownie, let's make it a trio. - Yes.
- A bunch of wailing banshees, huh? - All right.
I don't wanna interrupt but I thought you'd want to know.
If you're willing to start, I'd be glad to take you to gorilla country.
- Really? That's splendid. - Provided you haven't changed your mind.
Changed our minds? Hear that, Linda? Isn't it wonderful?
Yes, yes, simply wonderful.
I was thinking of that letter from Ringling Brothers.
They offered a nice prize for a pair of young ones.
I haven't been in gorilla country for several years.
It'll be a good change of that routine you were telling me about.
And since our two young guests have it in their minds...
...well, we could kill several birds with one stone...
...to coin a phrase.
I think it's absolutely wonderful.
You'll pardon my schoolboy enthusiasm, but you see...
...Vic was so stubborn about not taking us at first.
Why, he's just an old quick-change artist...
...but real quick.
Do you know that one minute he can be Trader Horn himself...
...and then suddenly everything goes black...
...and out he comes, dressed as Dr. Livingstone...
...I presume?
Fortunate for us, I'd say.
Nobody will be surprised but the gorillas.
Miss Kelly can come with us as far as the district officer at Kenya.
Don't worry about me. I'll be quite all right.
I'll sort of go into a monastic retreat...
...and realize how beautiful life really is.
We close up shop here except for the boys looking after the animals.
You'll have a six weeks' wait, or even longer.
We'll take her along as far as the district officer at Kenya...
...and she can check out with his party.
Yes, I guess that could be arranged.
In that case, you'll be on the plane for Cairo within a week or ten days.
Fine. The sooner the better...
...to coin a phrase.
I saw your light. I thought you weren't asleep yet.
When do you plan to start?
We can be ready in about two days.
Full safari, I suppose. Entire complement of boys.
Naturally.
You know this will delay the Dorgenbeck and the Chicago Zoo order.
We can fill it quick enough when we get back.
Vic, lad, that's a nice couple.
This is no good.
What are you talking about?
Nothing. Getting old, I'm afraid.
Good night.
Are they all Muntala's wives?
No, just six. The other three are cooking.
No kidding?
Yep, no kidding. Let's go.
Fascinating, eh, darling?
It's amazing. Look, what is that?
- Some sort of stork? - Secretary bird.
Secretary birds. What a prosaic name.
- Why do they call them that? - That's an unfair question.
I haven't the slightest idea.
That secretary on the left has a pair of legs for the boss to drool over.
She looks like she's been chased around the desk...
...and is now headed for the pay window.
Miss Kelly, we shall certainly hate to lose you.
Now, don't be greedy.
Let the others speak for themselves.
- Just what is our schedule? - It's down the same stretch...
...for another two days until we reach the river here.
There the Makuas will give us canoes and paddle boys...
...where we'll proceed downriver till we reach Kenya station.
At Kenya station, we contact Jack Wood.
He's the district officer of the Samburu territory.
The Samburus!
Those are the chaps I particularly want to visit.
And that, Mrs. Nordley, is where I leave you all.
You all.
- No tears? - We'll give you a going-away party.
- Thank you. - Where then?
Then we'll proceed on foot to the Mountains of the Moon.
That's the beginning of gorilla country.
Look, what are those?
Impala.
What simply exquisite creatures.
- You'd think they had wings. - It's the Aepyceros Melampus Suara.
They can clear a 12-foot obstacle with a leap as long as 35, 40 feet.
You mustn't take the megaphone away from the driver.
We'll pass Grant's Tomb any moment now.
- He'll tell you who's buried there. - I beg your pardon?
There's a handsome animal for you.
Thompson gazelle.
Lovely.
Who's the Mr. Thompson famous enough to have a gazelle named after him?
He's a third baseman. Hit a home run for the Giants once.
Won the pennant.
Miss Kelly, we'll give you two going-away parties.
Well, I've got one for you. See those zebras over there?
- Yes. The Equus Burchelli Granti. - To me, they're zebras.
Are they born white with black stripes or black with white stripes?
Actually, they're born black with...
I'm going on, aren't I?
Mrs. Nordley, this is quite a nice, bright husband you have.
Information I'm already well aware of.
But I assure you that outside of his niceness and his brightness...
...there are many other reasons why I'm in love with him.
Thank you, old girl.
I'd say he was a very lucky man.