All language subtitles for Stanley and The Livingstone

I am sorry Gentlemen.
I realize this places you in an awkward position.

But I know these Comanche's.

Particularly I know Chief Stand Alone.

If he has made up his mind to fight,
He is going to fight.

- That is all there to it.
-We are sent here to talk peace with the Indians.

What are we to say to the president?

I can't take responsibility, of permitting you
to go any further into Indian country.

Col! Our instructions from president clearly states
that you will provide us with an army escort!

An escort?

You see that ridge over there.
The first one...

Our entire force couldn't move
a mile beyond that without a pitch battle.

I don't think that you would be much use
to the president without your scalps.

Sentry reports amount of force in Indian form.
Looks like an attack.

They two in front.
They look like white men.

Those Indians were escorts!
Hold your fire.

Howdy colonel!
- What's the meaning of this corporal?

Meet colonel Grant!
- How do you do colonel?

Who are you?

My name is Stanley.
I am a reporter for The New York Herald.

Newspaperman?

Didn't you know better that to take this...

Civilian into Indian territory?

I tried to talk him out of it. But he is so
dead set on seeing the old chief...

- Chief San Tata?
- Yep!

You mean to say you saw chief san tata?

I am sorry I cannot tell you that.

Come on Jeff! We got to get the railroad and
telegraph our story back to New York

Just a moment Mr. Stanley!

This is field head quarters
for the United States army.

These two gentlemen are the
Presidents' peace commissioners.

You will oblige me
by answering their questions.

- Sorry colonel! I cant do that.
- You cant? Or you wont?

Well if you want to put it that way colonel.
I wont.

Suppose I place you under arrest.
Maybe that will change your mind.

You can't arrest me colonel. I know my rights.

My paper sent me to get a story
and I got it.

All of this is the exclusive property
of our boss. James Bennet.

Presidents going to hear about this.

He will hear about, when everybody else does.
When he will read the New York Herald.

- Come on Jeff!
- Good day Colonel.

What's the matter? Roughness?

No, I take these to help me
mind my own business

Just a moment gentlemen.
I have listened to you with patience.

Now, apparently you don't like the way
I run my paper.

But it's my paper and that's the way
I intend to run it.

I intend to feature in the Herald first and
upto the minute news of sensational events.

And for your information senator, I intend to
go on telling the truth

About graft and corruption in high places.

More prominent the rascal.
The bigger the news.

And furthermore gentlemen I intend
to continue making news

While my competitor sit around
waiting for it to happen.

Now suppose we get down to the business
that brought you here.

You came to buy me out. Didn't you?

Well that is more or less what we planned
to discuss with you.

And now if you would let us know
your lowest price of the herald.

One-cent daily and 5 cents on Sundays.
What is it Albert?

- Mr. Stanley is here Sir!
- Well, show him in.

Hello Stanley! That was a great story.
- Thanks!

Welcome back!
Bennet is waiting to pin a leather medal on you.

Hello, Mr. Stanley!
-Well, how are you?

Say were those real Indians?
-It's the realest Indians that you ever saw.

Billy, I want you to meet Jeff Slogan.
The best Indian scout in whole Wyoming territory

Keep an eye on him for me
but don't believe everything that he tells you

As a matter of fact Billy, don't believe
anything that he tells you.

- Glad you are back Mr. Stanley!
-How are you?

Mr.Bennet's waiting for you.

Stanley! Glad to see you.
Sit down.

Another delegation from Boss Tweed
still trying to buy me out.

How about letting me do a series
on the graft sometime

The job you did in Wyoming. Great story.
Reaped the town with it. Reaped the whole country.

You happen to have a man Sloke
still in your expense account.

He took care of me like a baby there.
I promised him a trip to New York.

If we came out with our hair
where it should be. It's on you.

All right! All right! I am glad that you are still alive.
- Me too!

- Have a cigar!
- Thanks!

Stanley! What do you know about Livingstone?
- Living. You mean the new bar tender at Joe's?

- No, no, Dr. Livingstone. The missionary, explorer
- Dr. Livingstone.

Like to read a good newspaper once in a while.
Like the London Globe.

Read that. Just came over the Atlantic cable.

The London Globe's expedition to Africa
to find Dr.Livingstone.

Has just returned to Zanzibar, the African interior.
Mr.Garreth Tyce the leader of the expedition

And son of the publisher has prostrated
the tropical fever.

The expedition however reports that it has obtained positive truth That Dr. Livingstone is dead.

Well that settles the old boy.

If I can prove that Tyce is wrong
about Dr. Livingstone..

I will make him a laughing stock of
every newspaper office.

- Now get ready... you are going to Africa.
- What?

I will have that old fool on toast.
- Oh now, wait a minute! Wait a minute.

While you are having that old on toast
what am I supposed to be doing?

- Finding Livingstone!
- Oh I see! Is that all?

You are not losing your nerve, are you?
-Now wait a minute Mr.Bennet...

I have got a little reputation of my own.
Where do I come off?

Suppose this old 'what's his name' is alive
and I prove it..

Where is your reader's interest?
Where is your story?

You don't suppose that I will be sending you
all the way to Africa, if there weren't any story?

For a whack at Tyce, you send me ... you know it
- Oh, no, forget about Tyce, he is nothing to me.

- It's the story I am interested in.
- Well where is it?

How many people have
ever heard about Livingstone?

A great many more than you think.

Christians who believe in spreading the
Word of God, among the heathen.

Enemies of slavery, who know how a magnificent
fight he is making against the slave traders.

How many of those people read The Herald?

In all the millions. The plain common
Everyday people, who derive excitement...

From reading the adventures of a heroic figure
in the dark places of the earth.

There is your reader interest, Mr. Stanley.
Dr. Livingstone is a great adventurer.

One of the greatest. Come here.
I will show you something.

The Dark Continent.
Mystery, heat, fever, cannibals

A vast jungle in which
You can loose half of America.

A land in which even the greatest conquerors
never dared to penetrate.

Alexander, Ceaser, The Pharos of Egypt.

None of them unchanged, untouched.
Since the dawn of history.

Somewhere, somewhere in there
a grand old man, a man of God

Who has given his life
to spreading his light in darkness.

There is your story!
A real story.

But if you don't think so...
Besides it would be extremely dangerous.

So perhaps its just better you forget about it.

Lets see. You said you wanted to do a series
on Boss Tweed...

Harper's Weekly has a young artist
named Thomas Nast.

Who has been doing some sensational cartoons
On the Tweed ring.. Better have a talk with him

Where was he heard of last?
- Who Tweed? - Livingstone.

Somewhere in Tanganyika district.
You will find Nast up at Harper's.

- How long will it take to get there and back?
-Harpers?

-Tanganyika!
- Maybe a year two or three

You think it will make a great story?
I mean finding Livingstone.

The greatest story in the history of journalism.
If you get it.

- I will go.
- The steamer sails from London on Saturday.

I have already reserved passage for you.
Draw 5000 dollars now and when it's gone

Draw another 5000, and when it's gone
draw another and another and another.

But find Livingstone.
- Suppose Tyce is right and Livingstone is dead?

Well then there is no story.
- I think there is.

I will bring him back on alcohol for
new museum on 14th street.

Might call it green, might call it blue
but doggone you just can't call it red.

- Howdy!
- Beg your pardon?

I just said howdy.
- Oh! How do you do!

- Is it always that color?
- What color?

- Well it ain't red!
- As a matter of fact it isn't.

I ain't seen you before.
When did you get on board?

I came about last night on Suez.
- You live in this part of the country?

Beg your pardon!

- I said, you live down in this part of country?
- No my home is in London.

-London! That's where those Englishmen
come from. Ain't it? -I am afraid so.

- Hello! There Stan! Where have you been?

I want to introduce you to my
young friend Mr. Stanley. This is.. Mr..Mr..

I didn't quite catch your name partner!
- It's Tyce. How do you do!

Did he said Tyce?
- Well I thought that he said

Jeff! If Mr.Tyce is who I think he is
Then I am going to raise your salary.

Mosey around at the back.

-Beautiful weather. Isn't it?
- Yes! It's delightful. - A little hot.

Is that the London Globe? Well.. Well..
Do you mind if I look at this?

- No of course not.
- Thank you.

I will be lost without my Globe!
- You read the Globe. Do you?

- Religiously!
- Quite a good paper don't you think?

- Finest in the world of its kind.
- But you are an American aren't you?

- Yes. Quite a large percentage of Americans read.
- Really! You don't say so.

I guess you don't remember me!
Stanley... Henry. M. Stanley.

Yes! We just met. I am the publisher
of The Globe you know.

- Really! Well you certainly should be proud of it.
- Thank you. Thank you..

- Why don't you sit down?
- Yes. Thanks. Thanks...

This expedition of yours to find
Dr.Livingstone

Few publishers would have had the courage
and the editorial shrewdness to attempt it.

Yes! We like to be progressive in life.
My son you know led the expedition.

He is desperately ill ever since. Poor lad!
I am on my way to Zanzibar to bring him home.

At least his illness wasn't in vain. Since he solved
The mystery of Dr.Livingdston's disappearance.

- Then your son did find him?
- Well ... virtually. It won't incline to split hairs...

He didn't actually find the grave. But he did
Interview people who were present at his death.

You mean he took their word for it, that
Dr.Livingstone is dead?

- Well yes. Why do you ask?
- Well. I was wondering if...

There were any more evidence of his death
than that had already appeared in The Globe?

It's not our policy to withhold news from public.
The Globe prints all the facts & nothing but the facts.

- Even when all of them are rumors.
- Rumors? What do you mean rumors?

Well I mean. The evidence like that
will hardly hold in the court of law.

- Are you a lawyer?
- No.. no.. I am a newspaperman.

- A newspaperman!
- Yes, I am a reporter at New York Herald.

For Bennet! That sensational mongrel with his
pushy Yankee ride?

Would you mind telling me Sir, what are you
doing here on your way to Zanzibar?

Well no...Mr.Bennet has send me
to try to find Dr.Livingstone.

Lord Tyce! ... You forgot your paper.

- Got a matchstick?
- Yeah1

This isn't any different color from Mother Ocean.
Made no difference for me then

Nice and quiet now, but I get a feeling
that I ain't going to enjoy this trip.

Jeff, I have a got a hunch better than any.

Globes story about Livingstone death is nothing
but a trumped up lie from start to finish.

Some people just ain't got any respect
for the truth.

Now son, if you will excuse me.
I have got some business.

Missy! Missy!

Yes, what is it?

- Big ship... she come.
- Send the carriage to the dock immediately.

- Father! The boat is in.
- Splendid... splendid.

Darling do be a dear and change your clothes
and be brushed up before Lord Tyce gets here.

-Who my dear?
- Lord Tyce.

- We are expecting him, aren't we?
- Yes. And you must make a good appearance.

After all while the counselor is away.
You are the representative of Her Majesty's govt.

Yes, yes my dear...
To be sure I am, I will wear my uniform

Father your uniform is appropriate
when you are in China.

But I have your other suit all washed and ironed.
That would be so much better.

- Yes. Yes. My dear. You are right. Quite right.
- All right now. Come along and please hurry.

The ship is already in. I have send
the coach for your father.

- Good
- Did you take your quinine?

Is that all you have to say to me.
While it is almost an hour since I have seen you?

-Did you take your quinine?
- No!

- Must you leave everything for me to think off?
I was reading and the time slipped by.

Gareeth, do you think your father will be able
to have us transferred back home?

No question he has the influence..
but a tough old bird is the Governor.

Doesn't believe in doing any favors. He expects
everybody to be aggressive & self-reliant as he is.

That's why I am in such a constant trial.

- I am frightened to death of him already
- You needn't be.

He wont be able to resist you.
As if anyone could.

I beg your pardon!
Is this Mr.Kingsley's house?

I have some business with him.
Are you Mrs.Kingsley?

- Miss Kingsley.
- I am Stanley. I am a reporter at New York Herald

- I see. Mr. Stanley,
Could you possibly come tomorrow instead?

I could possibly. But I would
like to see him tonight.

- We are dining here.
- I envy you.

- We have guests here... excuse me.
- Oh! Here you are. Pls help me tie this tie.

- Father you promised you would wear white suit.
- Oh yes. Of course I am.

- Goodnight Miss Stanley. I am sorry if
I have disturbed you.

Oh! There is someone at the door.

- How do you do!
- How do you do Sir!

This is Mr. Stanley. He has business with you
but I told him that you are dining..

Oh of course of course. Delighted to have you
Any friend of Eve is welcome.

By all means stay and dine with us.
Happy to have you.

Well thank you! It's very kind of you.

If you wish to stay Mr. Stanley you are welcome.
Did you remember to open the wine?

The wine? Oh! Yes, yes. I will see to it at once.
You will make Mr. Stanley at home. Wont you!

Perhaps you better come in and
meet the other guests.

And once we get out of this abominable climate
just as soon as possible.

This is Mr. Stanley. Lord Tyce.
- Yes I already had the pleasure of meeting him.

- And Mr.Tyce.. Mr. Stanley.
- How do you do!

Lord Tyce and I had a very interesting chat
on the boat coming down.

This is the gentleman who as good as insinuated
that we are both liars.

Come father! What you told me the worst
Mr. Stanley thinks we are poor newspapermen.

So you intend to have a whack at it yourself?
- Certainly. Why not!

- I wish you luck.
- Thank you.

- I hope you don't have to be carried out.
- That's a stupid waste of time and money.

Why should we worry about Bennet money?
I have got nothing but a...

Well, well, well! Here we are.
I see you all know each other.

Mr.Tyce led the expedition to find Dr.Livingstone.
- Mr. Stanley is here for the same purpose.

Oh really! Bless my soul. Splendid. Splendid.
I knew the Doctor well, very well.

Great man! Of course you know this was
his house. He lived here.

He still lives here. ...
You know so many things he brought back.

I am sure you all are starving.
We are dining in the garden.

Lord Tyce! You haven't eaten anything.
Can I get you something else?

Mr. Stanley, may I enquire, where the idea
originated of this wild goose chase in Africa?

It was Bennett's idea. I think
he got it from the London Globe.

I thought so. I knew it.
Another of his cheap Yankee tricks.

The man who finds Dr.Livingstone,
will be doing a great service to the world.

I am glad you said that Mr.Kingsley!
Because I need your help.

I would like to get a pass to go
to the island of Pimply

I understand while the councilor is away
You are the man giving one.

They say Pimply is unhealthy for white men.
- I will take my chances on that. -

- How about it Mr.Kingsley?
- What?

- The pass... to Pimply!
- Oh yes, yes yes. By all means.

- I shall be happy to provide you with a pass.
- May I remind you.

You forgive me for intruding Mr.Kingsley.
But it seems to me

That you are taking you on an
extremely grave responsibility.

Mr. Stanley is not a British subject...
and if anything unpleasant should happen to him

Mr.Bennet, his employer is quite capable of asking
embarrassing questions of the foreign office.

Thank you Lord Tyce.
I appreciate your concern.

I relieve you of all responsibility Mr.Kingsley.

Well in that case their cant be any
possible objection.

- Father Mr. Stanley is a newcomer here.
He knows nothing about Pimply or its dangers.

If anything would happen to him
you would still be responsible.

Oh yes! You are right. I think it's a matter
for the councilor himself to decide...

- But Mr.Kingsley...
- No, no no my boy! Eve is right.

When the councilor returns
I will put in a good word for you.

Thank you Miss Kingsley. It was nice of you
to take in a poor fellow and treat him so gently.

My respects to your father and the guests...
I would just go out this way.

Thank you again for your help.
A pass would have meant a great deal to me.

Mr. Stanley!

I am sorry if I have ruined your plans.
- You have plans of your own Miss Kingsley.

I had to do it to please Lord Tyce.
It's desperately urgent. About my father.

What's your father has got to do with this?

- I simply got to get him back to England.
- Why?

You have seen him. You have talked with him.
You know how he is.

I didn't see anything unusual for a man
of his age.

of his age? He is barely fifty.
Africa has done this to him.

It's killing him
Just as it killed my mother.

And the cruel pitiful thing about it is.
He still thinks he loves the place.

He doesn't want to leave it. It's in his blood.
Just as it was with Livingstone and all the rest.

That's what I meant when I said
Livingstone still lives here.

There is never a moment when his shadow
is not over this house.

I know what he has done. He is a humanitarian.
But everybody can't follow in his footsteps.

And look at father... it has only
made him sick...and made none happy.

I must get him away before its too late.

I am sorry. If I knew I wouldn't have butted in.
Don't worry about the pass. I will get along.

- Stan!
- Where have you been?

I was with everything from
Jackass to wagon train

But never had no such trouble with
Half of these Janzabarians...

All right, lets shove off

- Mr. Stanley.
- Wait a minute

- Are you completely out of your mind?
- Maybe, why?

You are going to Pimperley without a pass.
- That's where the slave buyers go. Isn't it?

Yes. But not white men. They hate the white
For trying to stop the slave trade.

And worst of all they hate Dr.Livingstone.

If they were ever to find out the information
that you are after

What else did Lord Tyce asked you to say.

I am sorry, I am sorry.
I didn't mean that.

You are not the kind to do anybody's dirty work.
I realize you are trying to help me and I appreciate.

But I guess you better save your advice
for somebody who has sense enough to take it.

I knew when you left me last night that
you are that kind of fool

Sure. I admit it.

It didn't mean it as a compliment
I guess I am just another kind.

But if anything happens to you.
Don't hold my father responsible.

See now... black beads for. Egg beads for
Uguha. But they are not worth anything in Ufifa.

And of course brass wire and cheap cloth
Mirrors are as good as gold or anything.

Well that's all. No. No.
There is something I wanted to tell you

A letter for Dr.Livingstone and please
give him my warmest regards.

That's true. I don't know where he is now.
Or even if he is still alive

Oh! And Eve said she wants to see you.
She is out in the garden

Speaking of howling savages. I remember once
up in the Dakota bad land back in 58.

58! Really I remember the year well.
Let me see now. Was it 59

No that's right 58... I was making a short
journey up in search of geological specimen

On the third day I began to hear war drum.
We were being pursued by large war parties.

Several tribes... their witch doctor said that
We were first class devils

I could hear them howling now. Whooo!

So you are really going?
-Yes. Thanks to you for getting me that pass.

- I wish I had never given it to you
- Why?

Because I don't want the credit
for what's going to happen to you

Nothings going to happen to me.

You don't realize what's ahead of you.

Do you want to come back like all the others?
Broken.. Old before the time.

Shattered by something far too big
for any of us to conquer.

Do you think you can fight Africa alone?
And win?

I guess I better make myself clear.

Conquering Africa alone or with help
doesn't interest me least.

I am no explorer and I am
certainly no missionary.

I am not crazy about the idea of
spending the next couple of years of my life

Scouring for an old missionary with a Bible
on one hand and a bag of beans on the other.

But if Livingstone alive I am going to find him.
That's my assignment.

I have got my reasons to want
to fulfill it.

It is nice to know that you care
of what happens to me.

- Wish me luck
- I do with all my heart.

- I wont forget that.
- Make way for her majesty's force marine

- Oh Garetth! That's wonderful
- Well how does it seem walking again?

It gives me an earnest desire to sit down.

So you are really going eh!
You should have heard the Governor

When he learned that you are
about ready to start.

He thinks that you are trying to blast
the foundations of British Journalism.

- He would soon think of
blowing up West Ministers abbey.

- Oh! You needn't explain it to me.

I am not a journalist and I have
already proved that I am not an explorer.

When I was in school in Switzerland I climbed
A matador to win a 5-pound bet.

Which gave my father the brilliant idea
that I was just the man

To scour the wilds of Africa for
Dr.Livingstone.

When are you leaving?
-Tomorrow morning from the mainland

- I wish you luck!
- I guess this is goodbye.

I will write to you.

Where you are going you will find
quite a scarcity of post offices.

Well all right. I will deliver the letters
personally when I come back.

Oh I see! Well if she isn't here
I suggest you try London.

All right I will. I hope that everything
turns out the way you wanted for your father.

And by that time there were only 10 of us left.
And 6 of those were so weak from fever

That they could hardly stand...
the tribes were closing in..

And when we camped that night
we were completely surrounded.

- Oh! Must you be going?
- Yes! We will be moving to mainland tonight.

Have you engaged all
the bearers you need? .

- The American Consulate at Bargepole
has taken care of that.

Mr.Kingsley, I wish I could ell you how much
I appreciate all you have done for me.

Not at all Sir! Not at all.
I wish I could go with you.

But they tell me that I am not quite up to
for the trip through the jungle now.

There is nothing to match it son.
nothing to match it.

Evenings in the camp.
The breeze cool of the plateau.

A tropical river gleaming like silver in moonlight.
and the feeling of life around you everywhere.

And more than anything else
the knowledge that you are

that you are thousands of miles
away from the civilization..

As close to nature as God made it.
Well goodbye Mr. Stanley and good luck.

- Goodbye to you Sir!
- Goodbye.

- Are we following his advice?
- Of course. He is an experienced explorer.

I know nothing about his exploring but
He sure is experienced in telling warpaths.

5 days out. Weather clear but hot
Easing march in the country.

We have been climbing steadily
ever since we left the coast

And the coolness of the night proves that we
have already reached considerable elevation.

Ahead lies the great plateau of
Equatorial Africa. A vast area of open country.

We are the first to enter if
from the point so far from the south.

We are carrying what in here in Africa
What amounts to a small fortune in trade goods.

We are hoping to conserve our food supplies
as much as possible by living of the country

Water is no the problem.

This morning we saw our first game
a small herd of antelope.

Although we have ran across no
dangerous animals during the day.

Their tracks are everywhere

And in the night we have heard the lions
hunting close to our camps.

setting up a great coughing but
apparently afraid of our fires.

Our guide tells us that they will only
attack men when starving.

So we have little to fear from them
in this land of plenty.

I would call this hunter's paradise.
The valleys are alive with antelope other game.

Including some new species that are not yet
been listed by the Naturalists.

Lately we have begun to see giraffes.
Although Mr.Slokan claims that are no such animal.

Kingsley was right when he said that
There was nothing to match it.

This is no empty wilderness
but swamping with life.

What old P.T.Barna will give to
these specimens.

This is the greatest show on Earth.

I am afraid Miss Kingsley was inclined to
exaggerate the dangers of the journey.

We have quite days and peaceful nights
in camp.

Way up on a high hill with a cliff
thousand feet down.. Tell them that.

Here was 500 Comanche's.

- Say.. You sure you are telling this exactly right?
- Yes Merci!

The 1000 Comanche's...

Coming closer, closer and closer...

How you say scalping in your lingo?

Now tell them that Injuns were trying
to get mine.

All the Comanche's skiddale like billy blue here.

- What are they saying?
- They are saying you the biggest liar in Africa.

I had always thought of Africa
in terms of jungles and swarming heat

But this open mountainous country
is little different from our own great west.

Only the profusion of game. Only insects
occasional strange tropical growth

Reminds us that we are approaching
the heart of the Dark Continent.

Today we reached 'Chicago'

A well-populated region inhabited by
A thick chested bumptious tribe.

Who introduced us to the ancient African
custom of Honga... Honga means tribute.

beads cloth and wire. Grafts from the chief of
all caravans passing through his territory.

Apparently the spoiled system is well
established in Africa as in New York.

But the local boss treat us
as a friendly group

And willing to provide us with food
and guide for the next stage of our journey.

At just double the regular price.

Merci! He say that he know
where the white man is.

- Where?
- In village Mombassa, two moon march.

Tell the men to start packing.
Find out all he knows.

We have been making rapid progress
on the last two marches.

Gaining new strength and belief that
our search is nearing an end.

In only a few weeks I should be
back in Zanzibar.

I wondered whether Miss. Kingsley will be
surprised to see me.

I wish she was here.

I am sure the beauties of this vast country
will take away all her fears of Africa.

Thousands of flamingoes flying off
towards the sunset

An omen for our success.
I find myself thinking of her often.

At last the village.
What would Dr.Livingstone be like?

White man is in there.

I don't know what to say. What do you say
when you meet people in the middle of Africa?

Well you just say howdy partner.
How are things?

He is not white man.
He is Alvano.

- Lets get out of here.
- You mean he is black white man.

No. He is a white black man.

Our disappointment at Mbashi was apparently
the signal for our luck to turn against us.

Last night another man was carried off
by a lion and 2 more died of dysentery.

Our worst enemy.. When it strikes
the men drop like flies.

The vultures follow us expectantly.
Our men are beginning to desert.

Poor devils! I wondered whether they
will ever reach the coast alive.

We tramped on day after day.
Week after week .. from village to village.

Endlessly questioning. endlessly receiving
the same answer 'not know' 'not know'.

It is so long since we have heard
a single word of hope

That now even a false rumor
will be welcome.

I am beginning to get some conception
about the immensity of this country.

It is as if we have left New York
on foot, hoping to find Livingstone

Somewhere between
Chicago and New Orleans.

We haven't seen any human being
and savage life was all around us.

The fierce equatorial Sun
was always above our heads.

I apologize to Eve Kingsley

I thought she was wrong
but she wasn't.

I wonder why she was
so anxious to help me.

Me a stranger who is never anything
but a nuisance to her. She tried to save me..

I wonder why.. Maybe because she knew that
White men don't belong in this country.

Livingstone must be crazy. If he is alive
and that I am beginning to doubt.

But I must never confess my doubt. I don't
want the men to know I am getting discouraged.

They call me "Buno Nwathare'
which means breaker of the path.

I will not betray
their confidence in me.

Today we saw our first human beings
in over 3 months.

- Slave caravan
- Them slaves?

You and Hasan stay with the men.

How do you do? Speak English?
Hasan!

He says he is surprised that there is
White men in this country.

Ask him if he knows the way to Tanganyika.

He says he just come from there.
A place they call Yum Yumbe. 4 moon nights.

He says the only best way to go there
is to go through the Yum Yumbe valley.

Ask him if he saw another white man?

He said he never seen before white men
in this country.

Give him my thanks
and go back to the men.

That's a funny lingo.
I never heard that before.

- War drums. What they are going to gain from us?
- Figure it out for yourself.

That slavers caravan
passed through this country.

- Maybe they are pow wow
- Maybe.

They are up there somewhere.
Lets take them on the far side.

Come on son.. Don't stand here in the open.
This isn't Injun fighting.

If we can only tell them
that we come in peace.

Look there must be millions of them.

Should anyone ever find this diary take it to
Mr. James Gordon Bennet of the New York Herald.

Tell him that the story is written in blood
of the men I am leading to their deaths.

and say to Miss. Kingsley that there is a message
in these pages for her alone to read.

I never should have left her. Now it is too late
When I know that I will never see her again.

I can't go back. While I can walk, I am going on
and I will not leave Africa without Livingstone.

Hasan! What's the matter with the men?
- They say they stay here.. Won't go no further.

Are they crazy?
- They say they stay here and will not die.

Say that if they stay here they will die quicker
there is fever here.

- Yes Master?
- Who are these men?

Native from Tanganyika. They are hunters.
- Tanganyika.. Tanganyika..

Yes Master. They want food, they are hungry
and the other white man always give them food.

- Other white man... when? Where?
- In Yugigi.

What's white mans name?

Doctor...
- Dr.Livingstone...

Give them food.. Give them whatever they wanted
if they guide me to Yugigi.

You stay here with sick ones until I send for you
or come back. I push on with few men.

- Tomorrow.
- Now.

Our guide say that this is Tanganyika,
this village Yugigi.

Livingstone's hiding place for which
we have searched so long.

It's hard to believe. I am afraid it is only a
feverish mirage, that will vanish before my eyes.

After all these months of disappointment,
can I dare believe that I have won?

The next few moments will give me the answer.

Dr.Livingstone.. I presume.
- Yes.

Thank God doctor.
I have waited to see you.

I am thankful that I am here to welcome you Mr...
- Stanley..

You are not well Mr. Stanley
Come in.

I have had fever

I have been traveling day and night
since I found out that you are here.

It's over a year since we left Zanzibar.

Sit down.

Then it isn't merely luck that you came.

No. No. I came to find you Doctor.

We have a guest for our dinner.
Set another place.

So long since I entertained that I...

Nothing short of a banquet can do justice

This is an occasion. We will have
that patted pig for dinner.

You come from Zanzibar you say.

Now tell me Mr. Stanley, were you are sent by
The govt or The Royal Geographical society.

Neither I was sent by the
New York Herald.

- Newspaper?
- You are front-page news Doctor!

The whole world has been wondering of what
became of you.

There are dozen rumors about your death, even
that you have married a native princess.

We will settle all those rumors
When I take you back... and alive.

Then the only reason that you are sent here
is to get news for your paper.

That's right Doctor.
- How can I help you?

We want the exclusive right to publish all your
signed articles. Naturally we will pay you

When we are through building you up
You will be a sensation, a hero in 3 continents.

Of course you will make your own engagements.
Lectures, appearances. Whatever you like.

I am little ungrateful. You see that I am
neither lost and nor am I hiding..

If I had intended to go back
I should have done it a long time ago.

I have no intention of leaving Africa until
my work here is finished.

I know how you must feel after
Undergoing such hardships to discover

That the man you are sent to rescue
has no desire to be rescued.

But you see.. I have been disappointed too.
I thought that you have been sent out to help me.

No matter I mustn't quarrel with the good fortune
that brought you here.

For the blessings and the bounties
though have placed upon this table

Lord make me.. make us ..
truly grateful.

What are you doing there?

Come on.. What did you take?
Give it to me.

What has happened Mr. Stanley?
- I caught him going through my baggage.

- Did you strike him?
- Yes. Of course.

You shouldn't have done that Mr. Stanley.

Mongo! You promised you would stop stealing.

Mongo says, that he is sorry
and asks your pardon Mr. Stanley.

Forgive me for speaking to you so sharply
you should never strike these simple people.

They respond in kind to the treatment they receive.
They know enough brutality

without white men teaching them more.

Mongo is making excellent progress. His good
behavior used to be a matter of days.

Now he can go almost a whole month
without backsliding.

I am sorry that you were inconvenienced.
Goodnight Mr. Stanley.

Splendid. Splendid.
Good morning Mr. Stanley.

- Good morning Doctor
- I hope our prayer didn't disturb you.

No. Oh no. I enjoyed it.

I have send escorts for the rest of your caravan.
- Thank you.

When you want your breakfast
Just call Juma.

Well. Well. Well. What's this?
-Susie..

-Yes master
- Susie.. Fetch medicine box.

lets have a look at it.

- Juma plenty of hot water.
- Yes master.

Where did you find a big thorn like that?
The other side Susie.

- Would you mind lending a little moral support?
- Gladly.

Hombre here is a soldier but here
he has got a thorn on his foot.

It's gone pretty deep.
Even a soldier needs a little encouragement.

We will give all the support we got.
What can I do to help?

I think it would be better
if you hold his hands.

there is nothing to be afraid of.
Mr. Stanley is our friend.

Hombre is not used to strangers.
Are you Hombre?

You see in the language of his tribe
stranger and enemy are the same words.

We ran out of carbolic two years ago.
We have found that the bark of one of our native...

... The bark of one of our native trees
has remarkable healing qualities.

We haven't had one case of infection
since we used it.

Now then.. Lets see what we have got here.

There all of it. Good boy Hombre.

Good boy.. Nice and clean.
Disinfectant!

Hombre is in splendid physical condition.
His father was a Manyewa cannibal.

If Hombre hadn't come to live here
his teeth would have been plowed by now.

They are fine people the Maniyeea in many ways.
Has strict sense of honor.

Magnificent physical specimens.
They have a great capacity of leadership.

Some day Hombre will be a great leader.
Teacher...

Now keep the bandage on
or you will get dirt on the wound.

Very proud of Homber.
He has real talent.

What I have seen of Africa
I say you got a job in your hand.

It's the same in all countries. How do you
suppose America looked to the first settlers

Who saw it as unknown wilderness steaming with hostile savages. That's the trouble here in Africa.

Susie.. Bring my map case.
- Yes master.

White men have seen Africa
only through the eyes of ignorance.

That means through the eyes of fear.

You are a newspaperman Mr. Stanley.
You know something of human nature.

I may be in the mark up to learn something more.
- What keeps the white men away from Africa?

- Lot of things I guess.
- Fear. ... Fear of the unknown.

Fear of a blank space on the map. Fill in
the blank space, drive away that fear

Let me show you.

This is the watershed for the whole continent.
from here spring the great rivers

That find their way to the Atlantic,
the Indian Ocean and the Mediterranean.

solve the mystery of those rivers
the Congo and the rest

Above all solve the mystery of the source of Nile
which puzzled the geographers

Since the time of Ptolemy. and you drive away
the clouds of ignorance and fear.

Give the world ... an honest. Accurate
Map of Africa.

It is no longer the Dark Continent.
Then others will come...

Not only the missionaries
Doctors, teachers, pioneers...

They will bring civilization
drive away the slave traders.

Spread word of brotherhood of man
in the continent.

Which never before in all its history has
heard one single syllable of kindness or hope.

Well I must say Dr.Livingstone you are
not exactly my idea of a missionary.

Mine is a much malign profession

It is possible you know to serve ones god
without entirely loosing one's human perspective.

Now if you will excuse me, its time
for Sunday school.

I have persuaded Dr.Livingstone to
take me with him on a visiting trip

around what he calls his parish.
This is undoubtedly the largest parish

In the world, including as it does some
Thousands of square miles.

The Doctor is remarkable...
Not only does he care about

For the souls and bodies of the people
of the villages where we stop

But he takes a keen interest in natural history.
Classifying the flora and fauna we come across.

Yesterday we found a new and beautiful kind
of bird whom we named Eve Kingsley.

After the daughter of the Doctors old friend.

also we have made several side trips
and explorations

His eternal quest of filling those
blank spaces on the map.

There! Now we know for certain that
the Ujiji river runs into lake Tanganyika

- The lion is getting mighty inquisitive
- He won't come near as long the fire is burning.

Guess I go and make sure that
it is burning good and dry

- Are we moving out in the morning?
- Yes.

The rumors of an Arab slave raid
around the Unandu Territory. To the north.

- Doctor!
- It is just the current fever.

Jeff! Come on lie down a little.

Get some quinine Jeff, quick.

You have quinine?
- Yes! Yes!

My supply ran out a year ago.

You never told me you had fever.

I haven't had an attack for some months now.

I suppose it's in the bones.

Well I know one thing Doctor. When I am
leaving Africa you are going with me.

No my son. If I left here
I shall never come back.

This is my life, my work.
I shall stay here until I die.

We are returning to Yujiji. Never in my life
have I known a man so uncomplaining.

Even though he has fever, he is
already planning his next expedition.

His next achievement. I thank God
I have been permitted to know him.

Weeks have passed quickly. Too quickly.
But all good things must come to an end.

Tomorrow Jeff and I are leaving on our
return journey to our coast

and all of Ujiji has turned up
for a farewell party on our honor.

If we are leaving in the dawn we better
be getting a shown eye. don't you think..

I have the letters for you and
one for Mr.Bennet as well.

Thank you Doctor.

You know Doctor, I was thinking what a
great story it would make

Doctor Livingstone discovers the source of Nile.
New York Herald expedition was with him.

You mean you will go to Lualabi with me?
- I would have if you had me.

I should be proud to have you.

You aren't planning to go to
Lualabu river.. Are you?

When can we start?
- In about six months.

- Six months!
- We can't start until the rainy season is over.

After all my son, the river
has been there for thousands of centuries

And it is not likely to run away from us.

No.. But I am afraid if we are stalled for
6 months by the time we get back

Bennet will have another expedition
looking for me.

But you can help if you want to.
You know what I am trying to do here.

When you write your story about how you
found me here, write mine too. Be my voice.

Tell them that I need assistants.
Tell them that I need medicine.

Supplies and even geographers if it is possible.
Tell them how much work is to be done.

- Will you do that?
- Of course Doctor.

This time I know that my message
will go through.

I have found myself grating in the farewell.
That sorrowful word. 'We are parting'.

I to civilization. He to his lone battle
against incredible danger and hardships

Weak as he his, he thinks only of his
duty and dream.

With nothing to sustain him but his
own high spirit and

His enduring faith in God. Who he believes
will bring all things right at last.

My guides will take you
as far as Yumyum

From there you follow the watershed
keeping the mountain onto your left

Till you strike the main trade route.

You should reach Zanzibar in one fifth
of time that it took you to come in.

- I am counting on you my son.
- I will do my best sir. I promise you that.

I leave it with you.
May God bring you to safety.

- Good-bye.
- Good-bye Doctor.

Oh Doctor! I almost forgot. Would you give
this to Bongo, if you think he would like it.

I am sure he will be most grateful.
Thank You.

- Henry M. Stanley?
- Looks like there is someone to meet you son.

She must have got my cablegram

Are you Mr. Stanley?
- Yes.

- Cablegram for you.
- Thank you.

There she is. Come on.

Gentlemen I will give you my story later.
Here talk to Mr. Jeff.

Jeff! Look after the baggage.

Eve.. I beg your pardon
I mean Miss Kingsley.

I beg your pardon old man.
You mean Mrs.Tyce.

Congratulations! I knew you would do it.
- Thanks.

- What have you done about your luggage?
- Jeff's looking at it.

You get inside and talk to Eve
I will help him.

We are putting you up here you know.

- Well I am glad to see you back.
- I am glad to be back.

How stupid of me.. I forgot
to congratulate Garreth.

Well then congratulate me.
- I wish you all the happiness in the world.

- Are you going to be in England long?
- No. Just long enough to take care some business.

For Doctor Livingstone
- Oh you say that so casually.

Isn't it the most wonderful thing that
ever happened, finding him.

But Garreth and I were sure that
you wouldn't fail.

I had help.
At times when I nearly turned back.

Something, I can't explain you
what it was.

Something kept me going ahead. It was an
inspiration that never failed me.

You have changed. I was wondering what
is it about you, that reminded me of someone

Now I know who it is.
Its doctor Livingstone.

Doctor Livingstone?
- Yes.

You have that same look about you.

No I am afraid that you are imagining things.
I haven't changed.

I am still a reporter waiting for his
next assignment.

Let me handle this. There is nothing I enjoy more
than a whack at the seats of mighty.

- Sir Oliver! - Yes! Oh Yes! Tyce..
- Forgive me for intruding Sir!

But I feel that this is truly a historic moment.

Sir Oliver French, I have the great honor to
present the man who found Dr.Livingstone.

- Mr. Stanley I presume.
- Yes Sir! I am Stanley.

Mr. Stanley, this is Mr. Veil.
- How do you do sir!

Permit me to congratulate you
upon your incredible accomplishment.

Incredible perhaps,
but none the less accomplished.

If we seem a bit hesitant to accept Mr. Stanley's
story in face value, please don't...

- I know you want the proof. Mr. Stanley has it.
- Has he?

-Mr. Stanley!
- Lord Tyce!

Did I understand that my son to say that
you have proof that you found Dr.Livingstone?

Yes Sir. I have the documents here.

Dr.Livingstone instructed me
to give you these Sir.

- An imposing mass of evidence I must say.
- If it was compiled by Dr.Livingstone.

-Oh father, for heavens sake be reasonable.

- I be glad to accept the judgment of the society.
- Well nothing can be fairer than that.

Very well Mr. Stanley. I will appoint a committee
to examine these documents

And instruct them to make their reports
at our next general meeting at Brighton.

-Thank you Sir.
- I am certain that the meeting will be

Long remembered by all of us.
- I am certain it will.

and I have here one of the letters Dr.Livingstone
have supposed to entrust to Mr. Stanley

and here is a letter which I personally know
was written by Dr.Livingstone some 15 yrs ago

when he was in England. I have carefully
compared and in all honesty I cannot conclude

that they were written by the same hand.

Would you say Mr.Kringsten that they were
written by two different hands?

Yes. I should say so.

But can't we assume that the trembling hand
of an old man, wracked with fever

would produce a different character of writing
than composed by a man in his prime.

as Dr.Livingstone was 15 years ago.
- That's an assumption Sir. Not proof.

And now gentlemen the maps which Mr. Stanley
claims, were drawn by Dr.Livingstone

have been examined by the expert
Cartographer Mr. Fredric Holkham.

As to the other maps of this unexplored territory
and of which to compare these

Naturally I cannot accept them as correct.

Mr. Chairman! .... - Mr.Kingsley!
- By the same reasoning

Mr.Holkham could not possibly have
accepted the maps of Christopher Columbus.

Isn't it true Mr.Holkham that those maps
could have been drawn

as well or as poorly by a child who have
never been 10 miles from London?

That's putting it rather strongly Lord Tyce.

Would you say that the rivers and mountains
so generously indicated on those maps.

might not exist outside of
Mr. Stanley's imagination?

No I shouldn't care put myself in position saying they are purely pigment of Stanley's imagination.

But there is 1 point of fact, or of error that should
certainly cause us to question these records.

Here is a river called the Lualava river
indicated as flowing North

and being the true source of Nile.
And further gentlemen...

Indicated as being at an elevation of 2000 ft
above sea level. ... 2000 feet!

As we all know our eminent colleague Mr.Hantton
measured the elevation of the Nile as 2169 ft.

Therefore it seems that if we are
to believe these records

that we must also believe, that water could
flow over 700 miles uphill.

Dr.Livingstone indicated the Lualava as possible
and not the actual source of the Nile.

The word possible Mr. Stanley does not
appear on the maps.

Dr.Livingstone said it was possible
That it is not the Nile but the Congo.

And as to that Mr. Stanley, even an elementary
knowledge of Geography should tell you

That the Congo flows not North but West.

Mr. Chairman, assuming that anybody found
Anybody, is it not likely that Stanley

Did not discover Livingstone but that
Livingstone discovered Stanley.

It must be obvious to even the
most gullible of us

that Mr. Stanley has attempted to make this
honorable gathering

The victim of a colossal fraud.

You ought to know about fraud you
old Rhinosausarus.

It was my privilege to spend some time
with Mr. Stanley at Zanzibar.

where I gone to meet my son, who courageously
led, a bona-fide expedition to find Dr.Livingstone.

When I told Mr. Stanley that Dr.Livingstone
was dead, he refused to believe me.

Why I ask you. Why?

Because it wasn't true.

Wasn't it because that 'The London Globe'
had stolen a march on the 'New York Herald'.

or is it because Mr. Stanley had come
11,000 miles for a story and couldn't find one.

Gentlemen. Among unscrupulous publishers, the
method is as old as a newspaper business itself

If you can't find a story, you hide yourself
away with pen and paper and you make one.

I have before me a copy of 'New York Herald'.
With your kind indulgence

I will read a small portion of an editorial
appearing in it.

.. And I intend to continue making news while my competitors sit around waiting it to happen.

That editorial gentlemen is signed by Mr. James
Gordon Bennet, publisher of the 'New York Herald'.

An employer of Mr. Henry. M. Stanley.

Do you have anything further to say Mr. Stanley?
Before this meeting votes on your report.

- Go on. Get up and give it to them.
- You must please.

Mr. Chairman. And I feel that I should say
Gentlemen of the jury

Since you have seen fit to turn this
hearing into a trial

I stand before you accused of being a cheat
a liar and a forger.

Unfortunately gentlemen, when you
question my integrity

You nullify at the same time the discoveries of Dr.Livingstone.

And you condemn a great man to oblivion

A great man, whom this honorable gathering
seem determined to wipe out with a vote.

although today he is still roaming
the jungle and swamp, alone and fevering.

accomplishing more in every single day than you and your combined lives will ever accomplish.

You arm chaired Geographers, who have never
explored anything deeper than a plump pudding

I realize that this hall
is charged with prejudice

And to raise my voice here
is to cry out in the wilderness.

But I would be violating a sacred trust
if I did not cry out.

Even though only the walls heard me.

The walls of a handful of faithful friends.

Gentlemen, I do not like to think
that I am expecting too much when I ask

tolerance and fair play from my fellow countrymen.

Yes. I was born in England. went to school here,
not Eton, Herald but workhouse of Children poppers

All I ever knew of England was the
poverty and the brutality of the workhouse.

I grew up with the lesson of my youth
burned into my soul

I ask nothing of other men
than that I gave them.

A year ago, in darkest Africa, I met a man
who restored my faith

In the England I had learned to hate
as a child.

And you gentlemen are destroying the faith
he built in me.

As you seem bent on destroying every other
great accomplishment

Of the greatest man I have ever known.
Dr.Livingstone is out there.

He is old and he is sick. and he needs your help
to carry on the great work he has undertaken.

the work that is indicated, however inadequately
upon those maps.

Reject those maps, withhold your aid
and you destroy him.

Reject those maps and you close Africa
for generations to come.

Reject those maps gentlemen and you pelt faith
with the greatest geographer

and one of the greatest man of our times.

Gentlemen, the choice is yours.
Take your vote.

I am sure that Dr.Livingstone himself
would say ... 'I live it with you'.

-Oh! That was glorious.
- Fine words Mr. Chairman

But still not one word of proof.

I move that this meeting to go on record
by putting Mr. Stanley's report to a vote.

Gentlemen, all those who are in favor
of accepting Mr. Stanley's report please rise.

All those who are opposed to accepting
Mr.Stanleys report, please rise.

Gentleman, the verdict is clear.
It is the sense of this meeting

that Mr. Stanley's claim be rejected.
The table entertains the motion adjourned.

-Sir John - Yes! What is it?
- A message

Well Stanley, guess you know now, how I feel
when people wont believe what I tell them.

Stanley.. Stanley.. They are calling the meeting
back to order.

- What happened?
- Something's happened. We better go back.

I have just received a communication from
London which I feel, is of utmost importance

I will read it to you without comment

It is from Lord Bill Hampton
and it is addressed to me

Sir, a message has just been received
from Zanzibar

The body of Doctor David Livingstone
has been brought to the coast by native bearers

Doctor Livingstone died several months ago
on a journey to Lualava river.

That is not all gentlemen! The letter goes on, bearers also delivered to the British consulate of Zanzibar

A last message written by Dr.Livingstone
in which the Doctor mentioned Mr.Henry.Stanley.

The following message contains
Dr.Livingstone's last request

and is addressed to Mr. Stanley.

'Too weak to go on. Have asked my heart
be buried here, together with my dreams'

My son, the torch has fallen from my hand.
Come and relight it.

Mr. Chairman! .... - Lord Tyce
- Mr. Chairman

I have the great honor to propose, the previous
resolution be stricken from minutes of this meeting

And that we accept Mr. Stanley's report.

And with our acceptance tender him our humble
apologies, for our stupidity and bad manners.

In which I Mr. Stanley, have been
The greatest offender.

From Bennett. The 3rd today. I don't seem able to
convince him that I am not coming to New York.

I guess I will have to name a mountain
something after him.

Well, I guess, I better get aboard.

I wont try to tell you how wonderful
It's been to be able to know you

You see I was right. I wasn't
imagining things.

You are going to follow in
Doctor Livingstone's footsteps.

No man alive could hope to follow his footsteps.
I can at least try to finish the work he started.

And I wont be alone when I reach the spot.
Where the Lualava meets the sea.

- Goodbye!
- Goodbye Henry! And God bless you.

The End