All language subtitles for The Snows of Kilimanjaro (1952).eng

[ Man Narrating ]
Kilimanjaro is a snow-covered
mountain, 19.710 feet high,

and is said to be
the highest mountain in Africa.

Close to the western summit
there is the dried and frozen
carcass of a leopard.

No one has explained
what the leopard was seeking
at that altitude.

Look at 'em.

I wonder,
is it sight or is it scent
that brings them?

[ Woman ] They've been
about for ever so long.
They don't mean a thing.

The marvelous thing is
that it's painless now.

Is it really?
Yes.

That's how you know
when it starts.

[ Man ]
They're a filthy bird,

but they know
their business.

I used to watch
the way they sailed
very carefully at first,

in case I ever wanted to use
one of them in a story.

That's funny now.

I've gotten so nervous,
not being able
to do anything.

I think we might
make it as easy as possible
until the plane comes.

Or until the plane
doesn't come.

Mr. Johnson
hasn't been a white hunter
for a quarter of a century...

not to know
his way around.

If he can't get a plane,
he'll be back
with another truck.

One way or another,
it's not very important.

I feel so helpless.
I wish there was something
I could do.

You can take
the leg off.

Or you can shoot me.
You're a good shot.

I taught you to shoot,
didn't I?

Let's not
be melodramatic, Harry.
You're not going to die.

No, I'm dying now.
Ask those things.

[ Woman ]
They're around every camp.
You never notice them.

I don't see why this
had to happen to your leg
in the first place.

What have we done--
either one of us--
to have had this happen to us?

Well, I suppose
that what I did...

was forget to put iodine on it
when I first scratched it.

We were after the impala,
in case you've forgotten.

And with a camera, at that.

[ Gasps ]
Ow! Ow!

That isn't what I meant,
and it isn't how you
got your leg.

No?
Not at all.

It was at the lake
last week.

It was a lovely, peaceful day,

and those enormous hippos
were having their own party.

We could've passed them by
without incident,

but-- oh, no-- you had to
get so awfully playful.

[ Speaking
African Language ]

Look at them.
There must be
hundreds of them.

Harry,
look at that one!

Look at that big one
over there!
[ African Language ]

Harry!
I wouldn't chance it
any closer.

[ Shouting In
African Language ]

Harry! Careful!

Harry!
What's the matter?
You frightened?

Not in the least.
[ Laughs ]
Well, let's go!

[ Shouting
In African Language ]

Come on. Come on!

Harry, easy.
You're asking for trouble.

Harry, look here.
Here!

[ Squeals ]

[ Squeals ]
[ Shouts ]

Harry!
Harry, we've lost one
of our boatmen.

What?

[ Screams ]

Harry!

[ Squawking ]

[ Woman ] And you insisted
on carrying the boy in your arms
all the way back to camp.

And it was from
all his blood and dirt
that you got that infection.

[ Chuckles ]
That could be
the point of view.

From yours,
it would be contact
with the lower classes.

Being a writer,
I prefer to think that
it was a quirk of fate,

a mere prick of a thorn...

that laid the great man low.

A lot it matters now.

Harry, please!

- Molo!
- Here, bwana!

- Whiskey soda.
Make it pronto, Molo.
- It's bad for you.

No, it isn't.
It's good for me.
It's not good for you.

No, it's bad for me.
Cole Porter wrote
the words in music.

♪ It's knowledge that
you're going mad for me ♪

That's poetry.
Oh, I'm full of poetry now.

Rot and poetry--
Rotten poetry.
Harry.

Harry, it said
in the first-aid book
to avoid all alcohol.

It's not good for you.
That's what I meant
by giving up.

You must do
everything you can.

Ah, you do it.
I'm too tired.

I'll take this,
if only to keep it
away from you.

That's a pretty good rule
for life:

Take everything you can,
if only to keep it
from somebody else.

Wish I'd followed it.

I'm sure Molo
understands more English
than you think he does.

Molo.
Bwana?

Go away or stuff your ears
so you won't hear the civilized
people fighting.

[ African Language ]

Harry, if you think
you have to die,

is it absolutely necessary
for you to kill off everything
you leave behind?

[ Angry Laugh ]

You think this is
any fun for me?

I don't even know
why I do it.

Trying to kill
to keep yourself alive,
I imagine.

You won't die if you--
It's not dying, not in itself,
that matters!

It's dying a failure...

leaves a bad taste
in your mouth.

How does a man
miss the boat?

Did I ever tell you
about my beginning,

when I was young?

- With my first love?
- No, you didn't.

And I'm not sure
I want to hear it.

I'll tell you all about it
over this drink.

You'll tell me without.

There are plenty
of things you're lucky
I haven't told you.

This little ditty
had everything--

drama, tragedy,

love and poetry.

Simply everything.

[ Woman ]
No, I'm not gonna listen to you!
More big words!

Big words!
I'm through being insulted
as if I were some tramp!

You can fly a kite,
both of you!
Connie! Connie!

Uncle Bill doesn't mean--
Oh, yes, he does!
You know he does!

The old mossback!
The nasty, dirty,
stuck-up old mossback!

He only said we ought to wait.
Ha! Wait! I like that,
coming from you.

I didn't say--
You bet you didn't!

Not once all summer
when you wanted to hug
and kiss me and get fresh.

And all those things
about where you'd take me
and what we'd do.

Not once did you yell
to me to wait!

"I love you!"
You don't even know
what love is!

Connie!
Oh! Go fly a kite!

Come in, Harry.
She'll recover.

- Connie,
I'll shove off for you!
- You shoved off already!

You still intend
to become a writer?
Yes.

Well, there are different
kinds of writers...

just as there are different
kinds of everything.

You can become
another Hank.

It's easy--
Peddle soap
to housewives.

Nothing wrong
with peddling soap.

Make a fortune.

But I'll tell you
the only right approach
to real writing.

It's like a hunt.

It's a hunt in which a man pits
his brains against the forces
of ignorance and evil.

It's a lifelong
and lonely safari.

The prey he seeks
is a truth worth telling,

faith worth living by,

something worth
spilling his guts about.

He must track it down
by himself.

I don't know
if you'll be one to have
the fortitude to stick it,

to follow the spoor
no matter where it leads,

to what pain and suffering,

through hell and high water.

If you are,
God help you.

God pity you.
And good luck.

I beg you not to ruin yourself
before you start by loading
your pack with excess baggage.

That's my business,
isn't it?

[ Sighs ]
Yes. Yes, it is.

You know, you're young.

You'll need to travel
and learn.

Education.

I'd like to help.

I think I've made clear
the conditions.

Your birthday next week.
Here.

From now on, you might
regard that Springfield
as your own.

Shall we have a try
for deer tomorrow?

Good weather for it.

Oh, I've lived,
all right,

but where has it got me?

To a camp in Africa
with you,

my rich, beautiful wife.

Before you,
how many others?

That's traveling alone...

in a pig's eye.

Well, have it your way,
Harry.

I'm gonna shoot some game.
The lot is almost empty.

I'll change into my boots
and call Molo.

Helen. You shouldn't pay
any attention to me
really, darling.

I love you, you know.

Why, I've never loved anyone
the way I loved you.

I won't take any more,
darling.

Before you go,

come here, hmm?

Give me a kiss.

And leave me this.
Harry! Why do you have
to turn into a devil?

Because if I can't die happy,
I can try to die delirious.

How can I help you
if you won't help yourself?

By going to sleep?
No, thank you.

There'll be plenty of that
soon enough.

What time I've got left,
I've got plenty
to think about.

I'll leave you
to your thoughts.

Only this time,
try to get some
of them straight.

Just go do your killing.
That's what we're good at--
both of us.

Abdula!
Abdula!

Get out the Springfield!
Get out the Springfield!

And the solids!
And the solids!

♪♪ [ Accordion ]

♪♪ [ Accordion Continues ]

[ Speaking French ]

[ French ]

Harry!
Emile!

[ French ]

Bonsoir.
[ French ]

[ French ]

In English,
that's quite a question.

Now, from other sources.

[ Woman Laughing ]

Hi, Compton.
Harry! How's the book?

How's anybody's book?
It isn't finished.

Harry, did you quit
your job to do it?

Look, do you mind
if I cut in?

Uh-uh-uh! Forage
for yourself, chum.
[ Laughing ]

Oh, Harry,
you don't stay?

It's a case of avoiding
a broken nose, Emile--

mine or old Compton's--

because a laugh like hers
would just have to lead it
to a lousy fight.

Bonsoir.

♪♪ [ Slow Jazz ]

Please.

Thanks. I'm Cynthia,
Cynthia Green.

Cyn. That's nice.

When did you come in?
Oh, minutes ago.

I'll be hanged.

The latest thing
from home.

I'm, uh--
Harry Street, Chicago Tribune.
And you write.

Ex- Chicago Tribune.
And I'm trying to write.

Well, they're telling it
the other way.
Do you mind?

Well, everybody's trying
something over here.

Or at least
trying to try.

What are you trying to do?
Are you trying to paint?

No, I'm not trying
to paint.

Are you trying to sculpt?
No, I'm not trying
to sculpt.

Then you must be trying
to write too.

No. I'm only trying
to be happy.

Well, everybody's
trying something.

I'll bet I'm the only person
in the whole darn place who's
only trying to be happy.

You'd better take this from me.
I sometimes drink too much.

Anything's fair
in the pursuit
of happiness.

Oh, I'm not completely idle.
I-- I pose sometimes.

In what my maiden aunt
calls "the altogether"?

Sometimes.

We all have to make our way
with whatever we were given.

Oh, hasn't that African
got any piety at all?

Uh,

I'm remembering
my manners.

Are you...
Compton's lady?

No. I'm not particularly
Compton's lady.

I'm not Compton's lady at all.
I'm my own lady.

How would you like it
if you and I would just
"piety" right out of here?

I expect
I'd like it very much.

[ Bell Tolling ]

My father
was a soldier.

He had the bad luck
to get himself killed
in the Argonne.

So, after the war
I came over...

to take him home
to rest.

But once I saw France,
I decided that this is as good
a place to rest as any,

for him
and for myself.

So I stayed on.

No mother?
No, not for years.

I see.

Well, uh,

where shall we go
and rest right now?

Would you like to go
and rest in another bar,
have another drink?

No, I'm afraid I've gone
and had too many again.

You know, in Paris,

nobody ever thinks
of suggesting just
going home... to rest.

May I have
a cigarette?

Could you... conceivably
picture yourself
as Harry's lady?

Will you be kind to me?

I think I'm a little
afraid of you.

[ Harry's Voice ]
There are so many things
that I've not written...

and that I'll never
write now.

I've written only
that first time in Paris--

the Paris that I loved.

The Place Contrescarpe,

where the flower sellers dyed
their flowers in the street.

The dye ran purple
over the paving stones
where the autobus started.

And the children
played in the streets
in the spring sunshine.

And the wood
and coal man's place.

He sold wine too.
Bad wine.

And the golden horse's head
outside the Boucherie Chevaline,

where the carcasses hung yellow,
gold and red in the window.

And the green-painted
cooperative where we
bought our wine.

Good wine, and cheap.

Our apartment
was a room and a half.

There I did my work,
and Cynthia took up
housekeeping.

And together
we did all of the things
which go to make up living.

Harry.

Harry.
[ Grunts ]

Darling?
Breakfast is ready.

Hello.

Hello.

[ Harry Narrating ] We knew
our neighbors in that quarter.
We were all poor.

And in that poverty
and in that quarter,

I finished that first book.

A good book-- the start
of all I thought I was to do.

And I called it
The Lost Generation,

not knowing at the time
how much it was
about my Cynthia.

Harry!

Harry!

Harry! Darling!

Oh, Harry, darling,
it's been accepted!
What?

Your very first book,
and it's gonna be published.
No!

Yes, and now we
can get that--
How much is the advance?

The check? Yeah.
How much?
Oh!

It isn't so very much,
but it isn't so little
either.

Well, you're right.
It isn't so very much.

It'll do in a pinch.

Darling, now we can get
that lovely apartment
on the Seine.

Now we can go to Africa.

Oh!

[ Harry Narrating ]
And there never was
another time for me...

like that first time
in Africa.

Three of 'em.
A bull and two cows.

Good!
[ African Language ]

He says he's a fine bull.
I know what he says.
When do we get going?

We'll get downwind
and work up on 'em.

Don't you think
it's time the memsahib
had the first shot?

What?
No, I don't want it.

How correct you are,
Mr. Johnson.
I definitely don't want it!

Come on. You'll
do it marvelously.
Come on. He's all yours!

Now, take it easy.

Just imagine he's
a tin can in the camp.

But he's not a tin can.
I don't want to do it.
Shoot low at this distance.

Careful.
Don't spook him.

Now!
Just set him squarely
in your sights.

Brace yourself
and squeeze.

Dearest Harry,
please shut up.

Come on. Hurry up!

Will you shoot, for--

You missed.
I told you I didn't
want to do it.

No harm done.
Everybody misses.

I never claimed
I was a hunter.
You're the hunter.

Yes, and you,
the great white hunter.

Sure, sure.
Come on, Annie Oakley.
Have yourself a drink.

Don't let the master
ride you.
Shall we get going?

He took cover there.
What do you mean,
"get going"?

Where will he break out?
I won't go, and I don't want
you to. I'm frightened!

You scared them half
to death. There won't
be anything to it.

All right.
Then if you're going,
so am I.

Oh, no, you're not.
Is she, Mr. Johnson?

You're gonna
stay here with Simba.
I was only having fun.

Harry. Don't you
want to kiss me?

Kiss you good-bye?
Well, aren't you
extravagant?

You stay here
and be brave.
[ African Language ]

[ African Language ]

Harry! Harry!

- Harry!
- Go back!

- Go back!
- Harry!

Look lively.
Look lively.

Harry!
[ African Language ]

Harry!

[ Gunshots ]

- [ Snorting ]
- [ Gasps ]

♪♪ [ Drums Beating ]
[ Men Chanting
In African Language ]

[ Chanting Continues ]

It's a funny moment
when an animal comes out
of the bush at you.

A million things seem
to happen at once.

Is it always like that?
It's very simple.

Either you run
or you get busy.

It's not at all simple.

You could write a lot
about it if you could
get it just right.

Different feelings
at different times.

Today it was like,
uh, an explosion...

of purest joy.

It was like
a dam bursting.

Why is it everyone
who comes to Africa
has to write a book about it?

One silly beggar
even dedicated his to me.

Never came back,
or I'd have shot him
in the pants.

Can't you two
let it alone,
even at night?

Well, we're talking
about your rhino.
He wasn't mine.

He was all yours.
All we did was polish
him off for you.

[ Chanting ]

Anybody want another look
at that horn?

Pretty good horn.

What's the matter
with me, Mr. Johnson?

Everybody isn't required
to like Africa, you know.

I try to put up a show
because I know he loves it so.

But all of it--
the hunting, the killing--
it terrifies me.

See here.
This thing that he
was talking about--

the excitement--
call it courage.

The way he feels it
is a man's feeling,
natural in a man.

Grows in a man
and makes him a man.

Not particularly
to his credit
if he has it,

but something lacking
if he hasn't.

A woman shows her courage
in other ways, many ways.

I've got another
fear now-- worse.

I'm going to have a baby.

What?

We came to Africa
for trophies.

Harry's got his,
and I've got mine.

Ah, it's natural enough,
isn't it?

Shall I tell him?
What'll he think?

Mr. Johnson,
when I first met Harry--

How's your drink?
No, thanks.

I'll have some.

All my life
I'd just been drifting.
Nobody, no place.

I guess you'd say I had
no personal security.

But when I first
got to know Harry--

You should've
seen him in Paris.
Have you ever been to Paris?

No. Unnatural, maybe,
but I never had the desire.

Makes no difference.
You've seen him here.

There was I,
weak and needy.

There was he,
strong and confident.

Every bit of me said
this is all of it.

When we first went
to live at his place,

I was happy just
to sit and watch him
as much as I could,

content to just
sit still and hold onto
my feeling of safety.

But Harry was never still,
even when he worked.

No sooner had he finished
his first book than he said
we were going to Africa.

I didn't want to stir,
but I felt that
if I told him so,

I'd lose something.

And now
he's already talking
about other places.

If I tell him
about this anchor,
this child,

this-- this load
of responsibility--

It isn't things
I want-- believe me,
nothing like it--

but only him as a rock
to hold onto.

So, shall I
tell him now...

and risk beginning
to lose him,

or put it off and see
if something happens?

Isn't it enough
I have to guide
you greenhorns on safari?

Am I hired to be
an old nurse too?

Be Mr. Johnson,
my friend.

Really?
Please.

Now, see here.
I'm just a hunter.

I can only say it
the way I know how.

It's when you run away
you're most liable
to stumble.

[ Laughs ]
Well, they may have
better horns in museums,

but 33 inches is nothing
to be ashamed of.

Good night.
Good night.

What's the matter
with him?
He's going to bed.

It's too early.
I feel too good.

Oh, I wonder if there'll
ever be another time
as good as this.

Harry--
Listen. Just listen.

[ Animals Lowing, Screeching ]

[ Trumpeting ]

[ Lion Roaring ]

That's a bedtime
lullaby, eh?

There's an awful lot
of everything there is
in this--

hunger, love,
hate, fright.

[ Roaring ]

[ Roaring ]

There's a wonderful
book in it.

Maybe I'll write it
someday.

Darling.

Don't spoil it.

Don't talk it all away.

[ Mewling ]

Now, as soon
as you reach Paris,
see your own physician.

I'm sure he'll confirm
what I've told you.

You'll have to be quiet.
No running about,
no excitement.

Probably means
your spending much
of the time in bed.

Clear?
I understand.

Some women
are like that.

If you want the child
badly enough,

it won't seem
like such a sacrifice,
now, will it?

Shall I have a talk
with your husband?

Oh, no. I'll tell him.
Thank you, Doctor.

Good luck.
Thank you.

Oh, I'll take that.
[ African Language ]

Oh, just put it
right there, please.
Yes, darling.

Hmm? Oh!
I thought you were--

On the table, sahib.
Look what just arrived.

A letter
from the publisher
and a check.

It isn't very much,
but it's a check.

Everything's gonna
work out all right.
What will, darling?

All of it.

Say, what'd old
sawbones say?

Nothing frightful?
Didn't pick up a fever?

No, I--
What did I tell you?

All you need's
a change of climate.
We'll go directly to Madrid.

We'll have the bullfights,
El Grecos at Del Prado,

then up to Pamplona
in time for the fiesta.

- Harry.
- Luckiest timing
in the world.

Darling, couldn't we
just go home?

Home?

Where's that?

You mean
back to Paris.

Well, why?

Just to go home.

Look, darling,
we can get a nice apartment
with the check...

with a room for you
to work in.

You don't have to go
to Spain, do you?

No, darling, I don't
have to go to Spain...

or anyplace else.

You just want to.

Look, Cynthia, if I have to
sound like a lousy stiff
that had a mission.

I'm trying
to become a writer.

It's a writer's business
to buzz around,

find out about things
for himself,

not sit on his can
in a comfortable chair
and reach for a bookcase...

for something
to crib from.

And after Spain?

How do we know?

I mean, you never want
this other normal thing?

I'm trying to explain
what is my normal thing.

With maybe children?
Children?

Darling, I want a child
more than anything
in the world.

Something of my very own
to hold onto.

Well! Well, sure.
[ Chuckling ]

I love kids,
but later.

We've got
lots of time.

Look, Cyn, the world
is a market...

in which you buy
what you want--

not just with money,
but with your time,
with a lot of things.

It's an exchange.
You give something,
and you get something.

I'm giving up
a piece of my life...

to get something
that I need for my work.

Later on we can afford
what we can afford.
It's as simple as that.

I see.

Can I fix you a drink?

It's a little bit early,
isn't it?

It seems to me to be
just about the right time.
Do you object?

No.

Look, Cyn, if you have
this yen to go to Paris,

well,
you can go there.

Without you?

I'm not saying
that I want it.

I'm just saying
that you can go there.

Or...

if it's a matter
of life and death,

okay,
I'll go with you.

I'll go change
the tickets.

Harry!

[ Man ]
Get a doctor!
Call an ambulance!

[ Bell Ringing ]

Mr. Street?
Yes?

I'm Dr. Simmons.
How do you do?
How is she?

Sorry to have to tell you
she lost the child.

The what?
You didn't know,
Mr. Street?

Exactly what happened?

They told me at the hotel
that there'd... been
an accident, that's all.

A nasty fall.
She'll be quite all right
after a few days' rest.

Do you actually mean
you didn't know
about the child?

Don't you people
talk to each other?

You did it
deliberately.

It was an accident.
You did it because
of what I said.

It was an accident.
I stumbled.

You didn't have
any right to do it.

It was my child too,
you know.

Don't, darling.
[ Sobs ]

Oh, Cyn.

Oh, darling.

Stupid little idiot.

Now... we can go
to the bullfights.

Listen, I got seats
way up here. Better?

Anything you say,
darling.

From up here,
you can see the whole thing
as a spectacle.

It's quite a sight.

[ Crowd ]
i¡Olé!

i¡Olé!

i¡Olé!

i¡Olé!

i¡Olé! i¡Olé!

i¡Olé! i¡Olé!

i¡Olé!

i¡Olé! i¡Olé!

i¡Olé!

♪♪ [ Guitar ]

You know, darling,
I think that dancer
likes me.

All right.
The dancer likes you.
I like you too, darling.

Yes, but his liking is new,
and yours is old.

An old, old story
that's ending.

What did the telegram
say, Harry?

Darling, you don't
want to be childish.
You've read it.

They offered me
an assignment to cover
the fracas in Damascus...

between the Syrians
and the French.

Yes, that's what it said,
but that isn't what it meant.

It meant that I'm beginning
a lifetime without you.
That's real nonsense.

Then why didn't you ask me
to go with you?

Darling, there's a war
going on there.

There's a war
going on here too--
right here at this table.

There's a dandy
little war going on.

Darling, you shouldn't
drink too much.
No, no.

I shouldn't do
a lot of things too much.
I shouldn't love you too much.

I'm awfully bad for you.

We're so hopelessly in love,
and we can't make it work.

That's nonsense,
darling.

I shouldn't have wanted
to be happy too much.

I expected it
to come like a gift.

Then I shouldn't
follow you around.

I'm a drag on you,
and I hate every bit of it.

I shouldn't even have wanted
to have your child.

It wasn't fair to you.
Cynthia.
Cynthia.

Cynthia.

You've got to
forget that. You're
driving yourself crazy.

Yes, I ought to forget.

I ought to just
go back to Paris alone,
as you say,

and not drive myself crazy
at all while I wait for you
and wait and wait.

Don't you even know
you're lying?

I'm not lying.
No.

No, it isn't a lie yet.

It won't be a lie
until you go away and discover
you're not coming back,

but are going on and on
and see the whole world,

even if you
lose it for us.

You know,
I think this dancer
likes me very much.

All right, the dancer
likes you very much.

It ought to make me
very happy.

It makes me
feel dreadful.

Shall we invite him
over to the table?

Do you think his manners
would be as nice as yours?

Do you think
he'd ask me first
if I'm Harry's lady?

Women can pick the times
to start a row.

It's not a row, darling.
It's very sad.

You with your ambition,
me with my guilt.

A lot of things are sad.

Why do they put
the pants on the horses
in the bullfights?

I've told you that.
Tell me again.

It isn't so the horses
won't feel the hurt, is it?

It's only
for the spectators,

so they won't see
the horses' insides.

Yes, it's
for the protection
of the spectators.

I knew you wouldn't
like the horses.

But I desperately
like the horses.

I know just how the horses feel,
with their nice pants to protect
them from the spectators.

You ought to put some pants
on me to protect you,
poor darling.

Cynthia, will you kindly,
kindly, kindly stop?

Yes. I shouldn't
talk too much.

That's another of the things
I do too much.

Will you excuse me
for a moment?

Harry!

It's all right, dear.
I'll be back in a jiffy.

[ Flamenco Dancing
Continues ]

Bravo!
[ Cheering ]

[ Distant Applause ]

♪♪ [ Guitar Resumes ]

Will you send this
right away, please?

Immediately,
Señor Street.

The lady left, señor.

Where did she go?

I don't know,
inasmuch as she left
with the dancer.

She what?

She said to tell you,
if you inquired, there was
no use of looking for her.

She said she is not
coming back.

♪♪ [ Guitar Continues ]

♪♪ [ Ends ]
[ Gasps ]

[ Speaking
African Language ]

Where's the mem?

[ African Language ]

[ African Language ]

She went out
to kill something.

She's very good at killing.
I taught her.

[ African Language ]

Heigh, ho!

When the party's over,
you're likely to get left
with your hostess.

[ African Language ]

Oh, yes.
Here she comes now.

Yeah. I suppose
I'm as well off with her
as any other.

[ African Language ]

She's a splendid woman
by all standards.

Maybe if I close my eyes,
she'll go away.

Make a good shot?
Oh!

Hello.
Hello.

Rather a good shot--
through the shoulder.

You shoot marvelously,
you know?

How are you feeling?
Better.

I thought maybe you would.
You were sleeping
when I left.

Shall I relieve Molo?
No. He wants to shave me,
and I want to talk.

Well, everyone must have
someone to talk with.
He's the perfect audience.

Doesn't understand
a word I tell him.
Therefore, we don't quarrel.

Let's not quarrel
anymore, no matter
how nervous we get.

You needn't be afraid
of me anymore.

I'm not afraid of you.
I never was.

Will you call me
if you need me?
Sure.

Come back anytime
you feel like it.
Molo.

[ Both Speaking
African Language ]

You know,

you Africans
may have the right system
with women at that.

Buy one
for a few cows--

whatever it is you happen
to use for money.

And if she
isn't satisfactory,
you get your money back.

We use our emotions.

And if it cracks up,

we don't
get anything back.

Ouch!

[ Complaining
In African Language ]

[ Chuckling ]
Sure, sure.

Bwana's whiskers
very tough.

A lot of things
are tough.

You know, son,

there was one woman--

And what a woman.

I wrote a book
about her too.

Another woman, another book.

Wasn't about Spain or Africa
or anything that I cared about,

but into it I poured
the anger that I felt...

and some dirt
and belly-laugh humor--

Just right to tickle
the smart ones on the Riviera.

And I'd found something, son.

I'd found success.

You swim very well.

Naturally, when I have
an incentive--

swimming to you,
darling.

Do you do everything
else as well?

I swam over--
Don't, Harry!

[ Both Laughing ]
What's the matter?

You afraid of
startling the fish?

Afraid of you.

Frigid Liz.

I swam way over
to tell you that
I've changed your plans.

You are not
going away tonight.
No?

Well, swim around and tell me
why you think I'm not.

Because you run around,
and what does it get you?
Only dizzy.

If you have to write,
I have a typewriter at home
I'll let you call your own.

You've got a few
other things at home
I'd like to call my own.

I can't let you go, darling.

I can't let go of you.

[ Chuckles ]
Countess, there's
no one like you.

Climb up here
on this boat.
I can't, Harry!

I've hardly anything on.
Get up here.

Please, lover. Not out here.

[ Harry Narrating ]
I suppose it was
the elusiveness of Liz...

which was her
main attraction.

She was something to hunt down
and trap and capture.

The Countess Elizabeth--
"Frigid Liz."

The semi-iceberg
of the semi-tropics.

It was fun, son.

It was just lousy with fun.

It would be much more polite
if you'd say it, darling.

For once,
I'm speechless.

At least say
that you don't like it.

But I do--
immensely.

I admit that something
has me puzzled.

Would you mind
answering one question?

Not at all.
What's the question?

Well, why do you
want her for this?

I admit she must be nice
to have around... for Harry.

Yes. I don't think
I introduced you.

Beatrice, this is
my fiancé's nice uncle,
Mr. Swift.

Enchanté, monsieur.

Beatrice?
There's a fine lot
of divinity in that name.

- Dante, you know.
- Yes, darling, I know.

Beatrice,
are you divine?
Oui, monsieur.

I'll just bet.

Tell me, Uncle Bill--
Oh, may I call you Uncle Bill?
By all means.

Are you planning
a long visit with Harry...

now that you are
back from India?

I'm afraid not.
Are you?

I'm not visiting Harry.
Harry is visiting me.

Well, whichever,
it must be wonderful
for both of you.

We think so.

As I look at her again,
another question
crosses my mind.

As interesting
as the last one?

When you and Harry
get married,

how many children
will you have?

Why don't you go ask him?

I may.

By the way, where
is genius shining
at the moment?

In his study.
Probably doing
something constructive.

I like it here.

I don't bother you?
Just continue.

Tell me.
Have you named her yet?

You have a suggestion?

Ceres--
The goddess of fertility.

Madame?
Oui?

[ Speaking French ]
Merci.

Excuse me.

Why don't you finish her
for me while I'm gone?

[ Laughing, Chattering ]

Oh, good. Come on in.

Now I can stop.
If you do,
I'll go away again.

[ Chuckles ]
Just let me sit here
tidily in the corner.

Fine view.
It ought to be.
Cost a pretty penny.

Did you see Liz?

Speaking of a pretty penny?

No, just speaking
of Liz.

Marry her, my boy.
It's the surest cure.

What do you mean
by that one?
Lover, may I come in?

You are everywhere,
aren't you, darling?

It's the only attribute
I share with the Almighty.

Angel, are you doing
anything that's
stinkingly important?

Confidentially, Countess,
it couldn't be less important
or more stinking.

What, silly?

I'm writing an interview
with myself on the subject
of success.

Hear! Hear!
Your latest has sold
another 100.000, it says here.

Amazing.
Hollywood wants it.

They say they'll
put Garbo in it.
That should please you.

How did I get in the habit of
becoming involved with women
who always open my mail?

You get such fascinating
letters, darling.

Cosmopolitan wants another
series of short stories--
and Smart Set too.

They pay the tops,
it says.

[ Harry ]
Well, why should a writer
feel guilty...

because people are
willing to pay good money
for the sweat off his brow?

They shouldn't, my boy.
No one ever paid
for a drop of mine--

Except a few libraries
and museums.

Which reminds me
to tell you--

I've decided to settle down
and take over that museum.
That's wonderful news.

Does that mean we'll
see you often, darling?
When you're in Paris.

My bones will be on display
amongst the other antiquities
every day except Thursday...

[ Laughs ]
on the Avenue
President Wilson.

Harry, dear boy.
I'll walk out with you.

[ French ]

I'll find the door.
I imagine you're
wanted in there.

Why the devil
haven't you the grace
to tell me the truth?

What truth?
That you think
my book stinks.

That everything
I'm doing stinks.

I came to praise Caesar,
not to bury him.

Most men would envy you.
You make a handsome living.

You have the acquaintance
of most of the interesting
people of the world.

All this and Liz too.

You're young,
you have your health,
you look well.

Fairly well.

Come to see me soon,
dear boy.

Oh, Harry.
Have you done
any hunting lately?

- No. Why do you ask?
- Too bad.

A man should never
lose his hand at hunting.

[ Harry Narrating ]
I had it all,
and what did I have?

My name in the papers,
my face in the better
magazines.

And where was Cynthia?
[ Indistinct ]

People asked for my autograph
and pointed me out.

Why didn't she
come back to me?

At last I made
a cry for help--

getting her American address
from Emile.

[ Harry Thinking ]
And so, my darling Cynthia,

I've never been able
to kill the loneliness,

but only made it worse.

Everyone I've been with
has only made me
miss you more.

And what you did
can never matter.

I cannot cure myself
of loving you.

And one day outside the Ritz,

I followed a woman
whom I thought was you.

I follow any woman
who looks like you
in some way,

afraid to see
that it's not you,

afraid to lose
the feeling it gives me.

Yes?
Oh--

I beg your pardon.
I thought you were
someone else--

Someone I know.
I'm really sorry.
I didn't know you were--

A woman with a family?
They're my brother's children.

Now, why did I tell you that?

Aren't you Mr. Harry Street,
the writer?

That's right, I'm afraid.

I think I'm rather sorry
I'm not the right one.

[ Harry ]
Anything interesting?
Routine.

A few interesting bills
for you to foot.

No, I mean that letter
you're trying to hide.

Darling!

How are you?
[ Indistinct ]
Angel.

You came just
at the right moment.
Now, let's see.

I don't think you've met
my fiancé, Mr. Street.

Contessa [ Indistinct ]

How do you do?
As a patron
of the arts--

Now sit down
and let Charles
pour you a drink.

My devoted fiancé and I
are just in the middle
of a little something.

Who is this--
this Cynthia Green?

"Hotel Florinda, Madrid."

She must be a girl
named Cynthia Green.

Is she a fan of yours?

Not the last
I heard.
From Madrid.

My dear, devoted fiancé
has so many fans.
And I am one of them.

Oh, I just devoured
your last book.

I hope it didn't
give you a bellyache.

Is this letter
so important, Harry?

No. No, it isn't
important at all.

Good. Then you shan't
be troubled with it.

Excuse me.

Harry.

What are you doing?
What do you think
I'm doing?

I won't let you go.
Ah.

I won't let you
make a fool of me.
Ah.

You said it was
not important.

The whole thing
is not important.
Harry, listen to me.

Lover, darling,
stop and listen to me.

Please, Harry,
stop and listen to me.

"Please, Harry."
I'm listening.

I know that sometimes
I must draw your nerves.
Ho.

And sometimes you are
on my nerves too.
Ho, ho.

I know that sometimes--

sometimes I'm
inadequate for you.

I know my faults.

But I love you, darling,
truly I do.

I love you
as much as I can,

and if there is something
deeply troubling you--

Yes, there is something
troubling me.
Then only tell me.

Maybe the dawning
of suspicion,

but the fact that the airplane
is faster than the horse...

does not necessarily prove
that the world
is getting any better.

No, I mean about us.

About us there is nothing
troubling me deeply at all.

Where are you going?
Are you going
to Madrid?

Perhaps I'll go to Madrid.

I'll send you a postcard.

Oh, Harry,
you look so silly.

Such a fool,
trying to look...

like a knight questing
for the Holy Grail.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe I'll just have me
a good look-see
for the Holy Grail.

Horses, Harry!
The same to you--

with tassels on 'em!

Horses, Harry!
The same to you,
Countess.

[ Harry Narrating ]
My Cynthia was not at the
Hotel Florinda in Madrid...

or anywhere else.

The lousy civil war
had fixed Madrid.

Before I knew it,
I was carrying a gun--

but I wished I weren't.

[ Explosion ]

[ Explosion ]

Do you know an American
driver by the name
of Cynthia Green?

Yo no entiendo
inglés, señor.

Con permiso.

[ Speaking Spanish ]

[ Man Shouting In Spanish ]

Wish I was back
in Detroit.

You're an American, huh?
Yeah.

Wish I was back in Detroit,

where I was when I got
sucked into this.

I just woke up,
I got sucked into this.

You believe
any of that bushwa?

- No.
- What are you doing here?

You'd die laughing
if I told you.

[ Rocket Howls ]

i¡Compañía, adelante!

[ Explosions ]

[ Explosion ]
[ Muttering ]

[ Machine Guns Firing ]
[ No Audible Dialogue ]

Blessed Mary, Mother of God.

[ Whimpers ]

Blessed Mary, Mother of God.

Oh, please,
let Harry find me.

In thy great bleeding heart,

please find room for my prayer.

[ Harry ]
Cynthia!

Cyn!
Oh, darling!

[ Sobbing ]

You're-- You're hurt.
Only a little.
Oh!

You're very hurt.
Only a little.

Not like the horses.

[ Sobbing ]
Harry.

I'll get help.
No. No.

Stretcher bearers!

Darling?

Did you believe my letter?
Every word.

About the child too?

Yes, about the child too.

Stretcher bearers!
Oh, God!

Darling, I was so wrong
about the child.

I knew that God
would punish me.

You? You--

There's infinite mercy.

You should spit on me.

Stretcher bearers!

[ Man Speaking Spanish ]
Here!

They're coming.
Darling. Darling.

Will you excuse me...

of so many things?

Oh, it's funny.

When you touch me,
I still turn giddy.

I could be dying,
and if you touch me,
I turn giddy.

You won't die.

[ Explosion ]
[ Spanish ]

Here. Here. Here.
Vamos.

[ Moaning ]
[ Spanish ]

Vamos.

Aprisa, aprisa.
Careful.

[ Explosion ]

I knew you'd find me.
[ Spanish ]

[ Shouting ]

[ Man Speaking Spanish ]

Cobarde.
[ Spanish ]

[ Muttering ]

[ Man ] Monsieur Street.
Monsieur Street.
Monsieur Street.

[ Man Speaking French ]

[ French ]

Uncle Bill. I came
as soon as your letter
caught up with me.

My dear boy.
What is all this?

My lad, it's not important.
We'll get you
a good doctor.

Ugh-- Doctors.

It was a wise man who said
that if all the medicines
were dumped into the sea,

it would be a horrible day
for the fish.
[ Chuckles ]

But don't worry about me.

I shall be in excellent hands
before long.

What about yourself now?

You don't look happy.
I'm all right.

What have you been doing
with yourself all these years?

You've traveled?
Followed my nose.
Just wandered.

But about you--
Where? Where? Where?
Tell me where.

Hmm?
Nothing to brag about.

Oh, I've seen
the Seven Wonders
of the World,

if that's what you mean--
or however many there are.

They're not very wonderful.

Then you haven't really seen.

You haven't hunted.

Hunted.

- Yes.
- Well, why should I?

I'm exactly the way
the world pays me
a very good living to be.

I amuse the people
with my little tales.

This I can do
with my left hand,

which leaves my right hand
free for other things.

I've destroyed my talent--

by not using it,

by betrayals of myself,

the things I believed in.

By drink,

by laziness,

by pride
and by prejudice,

by hook and by crook.

[ Chuckles ]
What is this,
a catalog of old books?

Harry.

Once I hunted...

in Spain...

for the Holy Grail,

but they'd busted the Grail--

They busted her all to pieces.

The Grail--

Why should I blame them?
I killed her.

I-- I don't understand.

[ Sighs ]
Well, Harry,
in your absence,

I've kept you with me
as well as I could.

My latest.
Did you hate it?

I love everything
you write, Harry.

But you couldn't
finish it.

Take out the envelope.
It's for you.

In it you'll find
the legacy I'm leaving you...

when I lay down my bones
amongst the other relics here.

But I don't need anything.

Are you sure?
Oh, the royalties
are rolling in.

That's one thing
about success--

Even when it's a failure,
it snowballs for a while.

But also one thing
about a snowball--

It has nowhere to go
except downhill.

Well, that's not money.

It isn't anything...

material.

Oh, I thought and thought
about what I might leave you.

Finally, I--
I wrote a little something.

A riddle.

A riddle?

I don't want you to read it
until after I've gone,

because you might
ask me the answer,

and I don't know
the answer.

But if you can find it,

it'll save you.

♪♪ [ Jazz ]

[ Laughing, Chattering ]

♪♪ [ Jazz On Jukebox ]

[ French ]
[ French ]

Fine place, Jake.

Ah. Bonsoir, monsieur.

Is it-- Harry!

[ Chattering ]

Oh, young Harry.

And this place
looks wonderful.

It looks just the same.

The same...

dirty, smelly--

It's the same
wonderful place.

But seriously,
this new abomination--

Oh, no, no, no.
Leave it, leave it,
leave it.

Why do you let 'em
change it out there?

Who gave 'em the right
to spoil it like that?

Here we don't change.
We have no business,
but no change.

Oh, look. See?

The same.
Ah.

That's because
it's preserved in a bottle.

You know, Emile,
it might be a pretty
good idea for us too.

Formerly, when you came here,
you were not bitter.

Formerly...

when I came here--

You know,
there was one night...

when I came here--

No, no.

You're right, Emile.
You look behind you,
and what do you see?

Only a backside.

We must think
of the future.

I have been left...
a legacy.

[ French ]
[ French ]

Yeah--
You too, Jake.

It is a riddle.

"Kilimanjaro...

is a snow-covered mountain,
19.710 feet high,

and is said to be
the highest mountain
in Africa.

Close to the western summit...

there is the dried
and frozen carcass...

of a leopard."

In all that snow?

[ Chuckles ]
So they would have us believe.

[ French ]
Some lousy cat
got cold feet.

[ French ]
[ French ]

Oh, no, no.
Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

Here comes the kicker.

"No one has explained
what the leopard was seeking...

at that altitude."

Is that all?

It's an unsatisfactory story.
It ends badly.

But what was the leopard
doing up there
in the first place?

That's the riddle.

And if I can find the answer,
I'm supposed to win a prize.

Come on. Let's put
our fine minds together, Jake.

Perhaps he took the wrong turn
and followed the wrong scent,

and so he got lost
and died.

Yeah--

That's a very sensible
solution, Emile,

for him...

and for me.

[ Woman ]
Please?

Are you--

May I?

Cyn?

Thank you.
Am I mistaken?

Aren't you Mr. Harry Street,
the author, whom I met
in the Place Vendome?

Yes, I'm Mr. Harry Street,

and I'm lost.

And you, uh--

Why-- Why, how--

how very beautiful
you are.

[ Laughs ]

Excuse me,
my dear Cynthia--
[ Chuckles ]

but tonight
I'm a little the worse...

from many years
of wear and tear.

You need rest, Mr. Street.
Yes, I need rest,
Mr. Street.

I need a lot of things,
Mr. Street.

I--

I need...

you.

[ Harry Chuckling ]

Would you like a drink?

What did you say?
Well, I'm going
to have one.

Why don't we
have one together?

Ask Molo.
You know I don't
speak the lingo.

Molo?
[ African Language ]

Whiskey, soda.
[ African Language ]

[ Animal Roars ]

About which one
have you been
thinking, Harry?

- What do you mean,
about which one?
- About Cynthia or about Liz.

What makes you think
you know so much?

Maybe I was thinking
about you and me.

No. Never about
you and me.

At least,
not with any honesty.

Well, that just shows you
how wrong you can be.

I was thinking
about the way we met--

on the bridge near Notre-Dame.

When you mistook me
for your Cynthia?

You've never been
able to forgive me
for not being her, have you?

Do you really want
to go into that one?

What else did you think
about you and me, Harry?

Mmm--
[ Chuckles ]

That we had a lulu
of a beginning.

[ Chuckles ]
Really a lulu.

Yes, we had that,
all right.

Well, neither of us
were children.

We both knew
what we were getting.

Why did you suddenly
want to come here?

You owe me the courtesy
of being honest.

All right.

I'll be honest.

Because why I wanted
to come here...

is the point
of the whole bloody joke.

Because I'd found
the answer to a riddle,
that's why--

About a leopard...

who'd lost his way.

And I thought that if I had
followed the wrong scent...

and was going to perish,

then I'd better get back
to the jungle from where
I'd started.

It had been good here.

I had been right here,

and I thought I could get back
to it that way--

back into training--

work the fat off my soul,

the way a fighter
goes into the mountains...

to work the fat
off his body.

I might have made it too,

if two weeks ago
that thorn hadn't needled me.

[ Hyena Laughing ]

[ Hyena Continues ]

That foul smell
crosses here every night--

Every night for two weeks.

He's the one who makes
all the noise at night.

I don't mind him
too much.

You know what that bad breath
just said to me?

The hyena?
That it's getting
very late for me.

Aren't you funny.
That lousy timepiece.

Really, darling,
aren't you be--

Harry--

Harry.

What is it?
Huh?

It's nothing.

How do you feel?

All right.

Little wobbly.

Can you eat something now?
No.

A little broth will
keep your strength up.

I don't need
my strength up.

Don't tell me
you don't know.

[ Hyena Laughing ]

Well, I've known everything...

except just when
it would happen.

Try, darling.

Helen.

I want to write.

I know.

Do you really?

I know almost all of it now--

except one very important thing
which you must tell me.

Harry, was it
entirely because of her...

that it was the best time
for you here?

Who?
Cynthia, whom twice
you mistook me for.

Was it only because
you were happiest
here with her?

If you thought all that,
why did you come along?

Why do you think?

You were always
a considerate woman.

You'd have
bought me anything.

You'd like anything
new and exciting.
I don't know.

I more than came along,
if you'll remember.

I arranged with the publisher
for your advance.

I lied to you.
I contrived it.
Why?

Because it was
the only chance for you.

And because it might be
a chance for me.

I thought that if
I was here with you,

and your work came well
and you were happy here again,

with me here--

Don't make me lose
all my pride.

This is the first time
I've ever really seen you.

You're not a failure,
darling.

Just because you've
disappointed yourself...

with some of the things
you've written,
that's not failure as a man.

You've brought something
to everyone,

just as you brought
something to me.

You're quite a woman.

It's a pity
I'm finding it out
only now.

I love you, Harry.

I love you
with all my heart.

We've got a whole lifetime
ahead of us.

You had every
card in the deck
stacked against you.

If we had the time--
There'll be plenty of time.

You're going to live.
You've got to live.

Plenty of time--
That's what you think.

That's what
they all think.

That's why they sit
on their tails.

Let's not kid ourselves.

A door can open
suddenly into nothing,

and death has
been standing there
all the while.

If a man hasn't done
what he intended to do--

[ Speaking African Language ]

Who is he?

One of the boys of the local
clinic of the Mayo brothers,
I do believe.

A witch doctor?

That's right.

[ African Language ]

He's the uncle of the boy
I tried to save
from the hippo.

Send him away.
We don't want him.

[ African Language ]

He's heard that I'm sick
with the bad spirits.

He wants to be in
on the kill.

Get rid of him, Harry.
He gives me the creeps.
Ask Dr. Pasteur to sit down.

[ African Language ]

Please send him away.
[ African Language ]

He's eating a root
of some special sort
to sharpen his wits.

Now he's gonna
roll the bones.

[ Rattling ]

No fooling.
In that stinking
cat-skin bag,

he's got a couple of dozen
bits of bones...

from the hind legs
of anteaters...

and tortoises,
baboons and whatnot.

From the pattern
that they will make...

when he throws them
on the ground,

he will be able
to diagnose what ails me.

Go ahead.
You're fated, Doc.

[ Harry ]
Boxcars!

[ Laughs ]

[ Coughs, Laughs ]

Mmm.

[ Groans ]

A man finally gets tired.
[ African Language ]

In the tent.
What are you gonna do?

I don't wanna go
in the tent.
In the tent.

It's a clear night.
It's not going to rain.

You'll do just as I say.

What a life.
A man can't live
as he pleases.

Can't even die
as he pleases.

♪♪ [ Drum Beating ]
♪♪ [ Men Chanting ]

[ Harry ]
Through the fields
of poppies.

Like opium.

Opium.

Makes you feel funny.

Where'd we go?

Went off to that war.

[ Indistinct ]

[ Muttering ]

- Molo?
- [ African Language ]

Dead soldiers...

wearing ballet skirts.

[ Man Speaking
African Language ]

I'm sorry.
I don't understand.

[ Harry Muttering ]

Meant to write about it.

[ African Language ]
[ Harry Muttering ]

I've seen the world change.

Seen not just
the events,

but the people.

People change.

It's my duty to write it.

I've-- Oh, God--

Been in it.
I've seen it.

I've been in it.
I've seen it.

I've watched it.

Darling?

Did I hurt you?

I don't want to hurt you.

Hello.

I've been writing.
I know, Harry.

For a million years.

Can you take dictation?
No. I never learned.

Oh, that's all right.

Wouldn't be time anyway.

Seems that if I--

I could get it
all into...

one paragraph,

if I could get it...

just right,

but--

[ Laughs ]

Hello, Molo,
you white man's
burden, you.

[ African Language ]

[ Helen ]
Darling, I've only got
the first-aid book.

What's he gonna do,
sprinkle me with monkey dust?

Darling--
A hair from the tail
of a leopard?

The poor, old--
Darling, please try
to listen.

You told me in
certain parts of your leg
there isn't any feeling.

Wood. Funniest thing--
It says in the book
it's a kind of paralysis.

The blood vessels.
One should use hot compresses
to keep the circulation going.

You tell 'em to use
the lion medicine.
It's very potent.

Don't make fun, even of him.
He only wants to do
his best.

And I'm trying
to do my best.

I'm trying to do
my best too, darling.

If you'll only do that,
Harry.

"'Heigh, ho,'

said Raleigh."

[ Chuckles ]

[ Muttering ]

"Boil a sharp knife.
Clean the area.

"Slip sharp point
of knife.

Apply dry dressing."

♪♪ [ Drums, Chanting
Continue ]

[ Muttering ]

[ Harry ]
Stretcher bearers!

Leave him alone!
Stretcher bearers!

Darling, don't.
It's all right.
It's all right.

Get out!

Get out!
[ Chuckles ]

Darling.
A lousy fever.

[ Chuckles ]

Darling, are you
conscious enough
to listen to me?

Sure.
There's a very large swelling
on your leg.

I'm going to open it.

[ Hyena Laughing ]

Do you...

feel something strange?

Yes, darling.

Death is near us.

Do you think he could
come so close to you
and I wouldn't know it?

Don't ever believe...

what they tell you
about it.

Not a scythe
or a skull.

Just now it came
with a rush.

Not the rush of water,

but of wind.

And--

And the funniest thing.

The hyena...

skipped lightly...

along the edge of it.

God help us.

[ Sniffing ]

[ Sniffing Continues ]

[ Sniffing ]

[ Sniffing ]

[ Sniffing ]

[ Screaming ]

[ Clamoring ]

Go away.

It's all right now.

[ African Language ]

[ Men Murmuring ]

[ African Language ]

I don't understand.

Go away.

[ Hyena Laughing ]

[ Airplane In Distance ]

[ Airplane Approaching ]

[ Airplane Overhead ]

[ Shouting ]

[ African Language ]

[ Airplane Circling ]
[ Shouting Continues ]

Harry! It's come!

The plane-- it's come.

Darling, it's here.

Darling, it's here.

It's here-- the plane.

It's here.

Darling, look.

What do you see?

It's Mr. Johnson.
Well, what do you know?

No, I mean
look at the tree.

The tree!

[ Harry ]
Well, I'll be hanged.

They've gone.

They have gone.

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