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Black M &W It was the moonlight, it was the

midnight It was a little house in a cloudy looking wood

That was the birth of your life

Of your body, M &W

Sweet M &W

Excuse me, do you have any filter cigarettes?

I'm sorry, miss, we're all sold out of cigarettes.

I'm afraid that isn't my language.

Well, it isn't mine either, actually.

It's Swahili.

Here, take this.

Won't you sit down?

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

You're welcome. I hope you're not offended that I took you for an African.

Is this your first trip to Africa?

Yes. Is it yours?

Not really.

I've lived here for four years.

Whereabouts are you going?

Nairobi. Do you know it? Oh, yes, very well. I go there to buy my medical

supplies.

Oh, then you live nearby.

On the contrary. The village I live in is so remote that it's not even on the

map. After we get to Nairobi, I have to take another plane, then a train, then

there's a day's journey in a canoe.

What do you do there? Are you a doctor?

No, I'm a missionary.

A priest?

Dressed like that?

Oh, many missionaries today choose to dress the way the natives do.

I don't understand.

A young man like you giving up everything.

To go and live in the bush.

Hundreds of miles away from civilization.

I feel my mission is among those people who are less fortunate than myself, but

who have kept their spirits clean and uncontaminated.

What brings you to Africa?

I'm here for a magazine. I'm a photographer.

I don't understand.

They were meant to meet me at the airport.

It's normal. They've probably been delayed a bit.

I just got this assignment a couple of weeks ago. All I know is I'm supposed to

be met by a Mrs. Daniele who's writing the article. Perhaps you know her.

No, I'm afraid I don't. It's something I detest. What? Not being met on time.

Sometimes it's even good for you. Mr. Jordan, to contact the exceptionary

information desk, please.

They're looking for me. But they said Mr.

Jordan. Oh, that often happens.

Waiter! No, no, that's all right. I'll take care of it. Thank you.

Don't forget now, if you want to get some real pictures, come down to my

There are no luxury hotels or anything, but it'll be well worth your while.

Thanks for the invitation, but I like my creature comforts too much. Well, good

luck anyway.

May I have your attention, please?

Will Mr. Jordan kindly contact the Instructionary Flight Information Desk?

Jordan to contact the Instructionary Flight Information Desk, please.

Mrs. Daniele?

Yes, it's me.

You just paged me. My name is May Jordan.

Professional name, Emmanuel.

Emmanuel? The Aston Martin photographer?

In person.

I expected a man.

Instead, I'm a woman.

Do you mind?

Oh, no.

On the contrary.

May I introduce you to my husband, Jenny?

Happy to meet you. You're not English, are you? No, he's Italian.

The fact that I turned out to be a female doesn't upset your plans, I hope.

If so, I can go to a hotel.

Oh, no.

No. Our house is big enough, okay?

All this concrete.

It's not that I expected straw huts or anything. Only in Africa... The cities

the world all look the same now.

But what makes Nairobi so special are its surroundings.

Turn a corner and you run into a lion or an elephant.

And you can be sure that you'll give him the right of way. That's the

fascination of Africa. It's like an incurable disease.

Joseph. Chico Sayari.

Work calls are last.

Don't forget we're going out for dinner tonight. Seven o 'clock on the dot.

If you as much as sign the letter, it'll be a record.

I've seen the windscreen for you.

Thank you.

He always looks at me like that, even when I'm with Jenny.

He's really the borrowing you.

Yes, one day or another.

I think I'll give him a treat.

My husband's farm begins here.

Thousands of acres of coffee, maize, ground nuts and cotton. And this is

we start treating each other's friends, all right?

Just me.

Good afternoon, Thomas. This is our guest, Miss Jordan.

Will you see she has everything she needs? Welcome to Africa, Miss. I'll

you whenever you need me. This way, please. You'll have time for a good rest

before dinner.

I imagine you must be pretty tired after your journey.

Darling, help me with this, huh?

Oh, yes, of course.

Oh, how I hate Tyson.

Well, at least a tie gets us together sometimes.

Next time you can tie a knot in...

Come on, I

want you to meet someone.

But you've got to promise you won't jump her, okay?

You're the Italian, not me. Oh, there's Anne.

Hello, darling.

Oh, Richard, how nice.

You look a bit under the weather.

Don't tell me you started a party, Anne. You're moralizing, Anne.

I never would have believed he loved you.

May I introduce to you Miss May Jordan, the famous photographer.

Emmanuel, my friend.

This is Richard Clifton, my friend and my partner.

Always a friend and a partner, only during the daytime.

I'm Scottish.

At least I was born in Scotland.

Educated at Eton and Harvard, weren't we, dear? The only thing Scotch about

is the whiskey he drinks.

Our viewer is Gloria Dearest.

She's next to gain.

This is William Merriton, the Salvador Dali of Eastport. Salvador Dali was my

student. Hello, hello.

She's beautiful, your friend.

These are my pupils and my models.

That's Carol and Shishkababe.

And we brought a bottle of... Oh, my God, what's happened?

You gave me such a turn. Just for that, I won't give you any by now.

Come on, come on, come on. Poor girls.

May I introduce you to my friend, Professor Kamau, from the University of

Nairobi, one of our most distinguished scholars in anthropology and ethnology.

Please, let's not exaggerate, Anne.

It's an honor to meet you.

Pleasure's all mine.

And now, Emmanuel, thanks to my tenacity, I was lucky enough to be able

persuade him to collaborate with us on our project.

How can you refuse a beautiful lady?

Even if I wanted to, I could not have said no.

No, of course you could.

I just think it would be very difficult to refuse her anything.

My domineering husband.

Excuse me, I'm going to get a drink. Okay.

So, we leave tomorrow? Yes, we do.

Stop, stop, stop. Wait, Scott.

You're just the model I need.

But you're a photographer.

And I'm model enemy.

You see?

I am a master of the brush.

And photography is not even an art. I'm sorry.

You know, you photographers are an abomination, a product of technology.

It's all click, click, click, click, click, click, and Bob's your uncle.

But for me, a picture is a creation.

However, before such a beautiful enemy, I surrender.

Oh, yes, my oh.

And after that, unfettered bearing of my soul, I need a drink.

Now, yes, my love.

Oh, it's you.

I've got an idea. Why don't you and I jump into the pool?

Oh, no, thank you. I can't swim. Oh, that's all right. I'll save you.

With all that alcohol inside of you, we both have to be safe.

Whiskey is lighter than water.

That's the law of physics.

Discovered by... I think it was Robbie Burns.

Now, shall we, darling? No, it's not the right evening for me.

It's always the right evening for... How about a little hanky -panky?

As Robert McTavish once said, whiskey makes the blood grow better.

I don't like whiskey either, I'm sorry.

Only because you've never drunk it with an egg.

is always demanding equal rights.

The more I drink, the more I take on.

The more she drinks, the more she takes on.

You're not shocked, are you?

How about you? She's your wife.

I can't be shocked by Gloria.

She's completely crazy, and that's why I like her.

Very much.

Shall we jump in, too?

No, thanks. I've received that offer once already.

Out here in Africa, parties often end with everybody in the pool.

It's kind of silly, I guess.

Seeing you all like this, you look like a bunch of kids celebrating the last day

of school.

Well, I guess we are kids.

It's hard.

Johnny, throw me a bottle of whiskey, will you?

Okay. Thanks.

Hey!

Chasing down with the chloride.

It's not Italian vino, you know.

Ah,

it's you.

Who did you think it was?

I would like to make love tonight.

With me?

How's the blood flow?

Oh, well, if you want to know the awful truth.

I can't find anyone interested in it tonight.

I'll be back in a minute.

Good evening, madam. Good evening.

Is there anything I can do for you? Yes, I'd like to wash my hands.

And would you fill it up, please?

The toilet is not working, madam, but there is a basin in my office.

That'll be fine, thank you.

It's a clean tower.

Thank you.

Oh, I'm so sorry I kept you waiting.

But I just did a good deed the fourth day. You couldn't hold out any longer.

What about your husband?

My husband?

Don't you worry about Jan.

Predominantly a historic moral scientist related to philology.

Evidence of his existence in antiquity.

No, no, no. No!

What are you talking about?

You don't even know, do you?

Calm down.

All right, all right. You cannot ignore the existence of Leonardo da Vinci.

Leonardo?

Oh, good grief, are you joking? Leonardo da Vinci drew helicopters, flying

machines. What about people? I'm a painter, not a bloody mechanic. No, you

can't. Calm down.

It's not worth discussing.

I don't know.

That we can. I believe.

Good.

You're a good photographer.

Oh, but no one to touch.

Yes, I'm afraid William's quite a character. Yes, he certainly is. He's

intelligent than potentially.

Excuse me.

I'm going, Anne. Good night.

Oh, nothing.

Just jet lag, I guess. Oh, I'm sorry.

It's so clear. I need to go to bed.

Oh, no, no. You stay. I'll get a taxi.

All right. Good night.

Enjoy yourself. Jenny, why don't you take us?

I'll take you home, darling.

Bye,

night.

You're lovely.

Sir, you, of course.

Now, then.

Leonardo, walk on.

It

was

nice of your wife to ask you to drive me home.

Oh, my wife is nice with everybody.

Male or female, black or white.

Everybody, except me.

How beautiful it is here.

Can we stop a second?

Do you have a cigarette?

Yeah, sure.

Take me home.

That's what I was doing

Good morning.

Good morning.

Are you angry with me?

For what happened last night?

Last night?

Nothing happened.

Johnny, I want to make love to you, but not in the car, like a couple of

teenagers.

All right, then.

I'll try to come to your room.

Not in this house. But where?

Wherever you like.

But not here.

No, dear, no.

Why do they always have to move?

I'll show you. Now, put some grease into it.

That's better.

That's much better.

Now, get that thing up. That's better.

Look up there.

Now, don't move.

Don't move, dear.

Don't move.

Isn't he lovely, sweetheart?

Oh. Oh, yes.

Well, you naughty boy, you've come to happen to be my model, haven't you?

You're not all like you, you know.

Where are your other pupils?

Well, Johnny, at a certain age.

And she's as good as all the others put together, you know.

Her name's Leah.

She's a regular bomb, I ask you. Look at that, eh?

Now, darling, would you put on a little music and do a dance for us? What would

you like to drink?

Scotch? Rum? Scotch.

Scotch straight?

Lither water.

Personally, I prefer Bacchus to Venus. A good drink opens the arteries while

girls like her squeeze them dry.

Therein lies the difference between you and me, you see.

You're Latin.

You'd be glad to die between the legs of a beautiful girl.

While we great British prefer good booze up.

Yes, maybe next morning you have to scrape the crud off your tongue and

have a terrible headache.

That's where it stops, Johnny.

You know, these little girls cause you nothing but trouble.

Don't tell me about troubles.

But you know, Johnny, I'm an artist. And I always say, I must have a fair share

too. Listen, I have to ask you a favor.

Anything, dear boy, anything?

Ah, ah, Johnny, you haven't come to help me out.

Hey, Liam, my old friend fancies you. What do you have to say to that, eh?

No, no, no. What is it? I need your house for an evening.

Not no good.

Oh, yes.

Tomorrow? Right. Well,

Emmanuel, I'd like to go to work. The first place we visit on our journey of

discovery into the origins of African civilization is the ruins of Getty.

Some people say that they're still haunted by ghosts of men who lived there

before history was recorded. A magic place protected by demons and genies.

Strange. I've lived here ten years and never visited these ruins.

That's like living in Paris and not going up the Eiffel Tower.

What river is this?

It's not a river. It's an inlet of the Indian Ocean.

The origins of Getty are shrouded in mystery.

No one knows exactly when it was founded.

It was built out of coral.

Taken from a prehistoric coal ridge, right under our feet.

And many times in history, we know it was abandoned, destroyed by unknown

forces, and then rebuilt. But why haven't some archaeologists solved the

mystery? Oh, many have.

In fact, each has a different solution.

But they all agree on one thing.

It goes back at least as far as the 9th century A .D. While you were living in

the Dark Ages in Europe, here in Gaeta there was a thriving culture.

People living much as you do now.

We found fragments of Chinese porcelain, and even bits of Venetian glass.

Aren't you drinking rather a lot? The demons and genius are making me nervous.

The fragments found were often bigger than... Now then.

Ninth century A .D.

Fragment from a vase of Chinese oranges. What did you say the design was? Oh,

that depends. There were many designs.

Excuse me.

Many animals are depicted.

Lions, birds.

But erotic drawings were not unusual.

As in any other advanced civilization, sex...

played a very important role.

Love is portrayed in many different forms.

Some are decorative and some are intentionally sensual.

Now watch me, sir.

You two play better, but we try harder. I think it's my fault you weren't.

Thanks. I'm out of practice. Sorry, Johnny. You were fantastic.

Next time we'll beat them. Don't worry.

Next time you won't win a game.

I'll see you in the bar, darling. If you get there first, order me something

very long.

Okay.

You played very well.

You played off your own game, old boy, weren't you? You could have beaten us

easily. Oh, I was a little distracted.

Yeah. Lovely bottom, isn't she?

Why did you follow me in the ruins?

You find me.

It's you I want, Johnny.

Listen.

Come play games with me, you understand?

Thank you.

Do you want to see if my breasts are better than the ones in the painting?

Isn't there anything to drink?

You Italians don't beat around the bush.

Normally, when a man invites a girl over, he offers her a drink, and then

talk a bit, and then they make love.

You're right.

There it is. It's you I want to drink.

the sea under the

That you were before that weather stormy night And then we're by the sea under

the moon

Be careful and don't get lost.

Oh, don't worry.

I know you'd find us. Yeah, after the lions have already eaten you.

It's not like a 707, is it? Are you scared?

No, not at all. It's exciting.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Oh.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Oh, I'm so sorry I spoiled your picture. On the contrary, it's a wonderful idea.

We'll take more. But I'm not a model.

I put it back.

No, no, no. Don't be silly. Here, stop it. I'm shy.

Give me that.

Hold it.

Oh, you're awful.

That's wonderful.

Now we'll do some nude shots.

Oh, no. I'm embarrassed.

Don't be silly. You've got a beautiful body.

The top first.

You're getting revenge on me.

You bet.

We'll do what's best.

Will it really work?

Ready?

Quick, take it out. I want to see it.

Patience. You'll make me spoil it.

Do you see? The delayed shutter shot works.

Yes.

I can't wait to see them.

You really know what you're doing.

Thank you. No, really, they're wonderful.

You've made me look like a model.

No one ever photographed me that well before.

When you take photos like these, what do you feel about the subject?

Oh, I guess it's like a compulsion to possess some physical.

That's exactly the way I felt when I first laid eyes on you.

Johnny? Huh?

Have a look at these pictures.

Wait a second, huh?

Give me your honest opinion.

Beautiful.

There are some of Emanuele over there on the table.

Who took them?

Me.

You like them?

Fantastic, really.

Really? The pictures or the girl?

You know I don't know anything about photography.

You like the girl, don't you?

Looks like you do.

Are you jealous by any chance?

I thought you'd forgotten I existed.

And I've got so many things to do. You know, I'm very busy.

You're a Casanova.

That's what your trouble is.

Listen, why don't we make love?

Black hair man wave, it was the moonlight, it was the

midnight, it was a little house in a cloudy looking wood,

that was the birth of your life,

of your body man wave.

Bye.

Bye.

Yes? Listen, Johnny, what the hell do you think you're up to, you son of a

bitch? I've had enough.

I'm fed up, fed up, you understand?

Fed up.

Gloria. Don't Gloria me. Take it easy.

Take what?

I don't get anything from you, not a goddamn thing.

I had something to do, I told you. You've never done a frigging thing in

your life, but just by the strangest coincidence, as soon as Emmanuel shows

you're busy all the time. Don't give me that crap, baby.

Don't tell me you're jealous of a tramp.

If she got her mouth on me, she'd bite it off and gobble it down like a hot

It's marvelous.

Who wrote it?

I did.

It's dedicated to an impossible love.

I didn't know that you were a musician.

It's a hobby.

Who was it on the telephone?

Oh, it was just a business call for Johnny.

Have you forgotten that my breasts are better than the painted ones?

No.

Why do you like me?

Because I'm young, fresh, and beautiful?

Sure.

Tomorrow another woman will... Turn up.

And then, like your wife and Gloria, I'll become just another plaything.

A black plaything that you'll just discard.

And don't worry. We tramps don't like hot dogs.

I'm sorry, but I don't understand you.

I don't understand you.

Who's talking about Nairobi?

Then why do you go on with it? Isn't he jealous?

I mean, doesn't he know?

Richard accepts it. We're friends.

He's not bad in bed.

And everything's fine.

But Johnny's a whole other thing.

You think so too, don't you?

Me?

Oh, come on. You don't have to put on an act.

I saw you two together in the car.

What's that got to do with it?

Are you jealous?

Yes. I am.

I hate to admit it, but I am.

But tell me, he did try, didn't he?

Well, yes.

How do you feel going to bed with a white man?

Well, I have to confess that since I've been in Africa, I've realized that, that

basically, I find white skin less appealing.

As you do, of course. Or else, why get a suntan?

Will you forgive me? I didn't mean to offend you.

I've lived here for years, and many of our friends are Africans.

As far as I'm concerned, black men are the best lovers of all.

So tell me, did Johnny make it with you?

Well, with men, I'm the one who takes the lead.

All I have to do is look at Johnny.

He becomes a gibbering idiot.

and starts trembling like a kid.

And then I leave him when it hurts the most.

That's fantastic.

I wish I was able to control men like that. What a bitch I'd be.

But when he does this, when he touches me here, I melt like ice.

No, not here.

They can see us. Don't be silly. They're all in Nairobi.

Come on, come on, let's go.

Where are you, Johnny? You finally made it. The car wouldn't start. I did my

thing in three minutes. Looks like it.

I meant I'd wait for no man, but all men wait for women.

Whoever said that was right.

When did you become a poet?

Wait a minute, Gloria. What did you say to Emmanuel?

About what?

You and me.

We became bosom buddies and exchanged confidences. Did you tell her anything

about... Okay, Captain. Ready for takeoff, sir.

Okay.

Let's go.

Hello, this is 5 -0 Yankee Alpha Nancy requesting permission to land.

There are six of us and we'll be needing a vehicle.

Halt!

You must not separate.

The animals are free and they are dangerous.

This way, please.

So, uh... What do you want?

I want to know what you and that tramp are doing.

I thought curiosity was a feminine trait.

I'll tell you when we're in bed, okay?

Thanks a lot. Now I understand. Who is this tramp? Oh, nothing.

Just a friend of mine.

I owe you an apology, Johnny.

I don't know why.

Gloria's a gossip.

God only knows what nonsense she told you.

Gloria has nothing to do with it. I listened in on your telephone

the other day.

That's all.

Then it's my turn to apologize.

I'm sorry I called you a tramp.

I should have called you a whore.

Johnny.

What do I have to do to change your opinion of me? And also to have you...

Yeah.

It's supper time.

The summer cold.

The Huckaboo.

What do you want?

I asked what you wanted.

My room is much nicer.

It is?

Then do me a favor. Go back to it.

I was waiting for you in my room, but you didn't come.

Oh, yeah?

So I decided to... To what?

Tell me.

Why was I supposed to come to your room?

tell me it's nice and cool in here it's nice and cool in all the

rooms it's called air conditioning it's boiling outside and there's so many

people it's better to be alone oh yeah why are you behaving like this to show

that you are in love with me

It's locked.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Thank you. Jenny, wait a minute. I've been looking for her everywhere, but I

can't find her. You haven't seen her, have you?

How could I? I never left the room.

Excuse me.

I didn't say that.

Why are you acting so guilty? It's not as if I caught you in bed with her.

I don't know, Anne.

Okay, okay, don't get mad. I'll look somewhere else.

My shower doesn't work.

Thank you, Jamie.

You're welcome.

I didn't know she was going to turn the bloody thing on, did I?

Nice try.

Hello?

Oh, Gloria, hi.

So I said, where do you think she is? In bed with Johnny. I was only joking, of

course. Well, that's what you think. You were nearly right.

I went to his room and took a shower. To take a shower? Yes, mine doesn't work.

Why don't you come to my room or Anne's?

Because women are always in the bathroom. But, you know, men are in and

Oh, how clever. I never would have thought of that excuse.

But that I might have slipped into Johnny's bed.

You thought of that, didn't you?

Do you know what Anne wanted?

No, I don't. I think it has to do with your work.

Okay. Thanks a lot, huh? See you.

He never lets one get away from him, does he?

Sorry? Who are you talking about?

Who do you think? Your best friend, of course.

You didn't manage to escape his evil embrace either, did you?

Oh, for God's sake.

You know something, my love?

You have a very solid body.

And at the moment, I'm very attracted to very solid bodies.

Why is it when I'm all made up and ready to go out, you want to ball me?

My love, we scouts are notoriously inconsiderate.

This kind

of shellfish is very common in these waters.

It's interesting. What's it called? Oh, it doesn't have a special name.

It belongs to the cilantro species.

They can be found living in colonies on the offshore reef.

Thank you.

Can you get me that one there?

That one.

a little water.

Hey, hey.

Jenny, is she all right?

Thank you.

She's being a little indiscreet, aren't you, old Jeff? Anne's not blind, you

know.

Rick, hey, wait.

Stop, stop.

Emmanuel.

I'm sorry, Dad. Oh, don't say that.

Why didn't you tell me you didn't know how to swim?

You shouldn't behave like that. You gave me a real scare.

How are you? Okay?

Yes.

I don't understand you.

You only speak English?

That's my language.

Then how come you have color like mine?

In some places they sell it in buckets and spray cans.

And when you wash?

Don't tell anybody but I never wash you're the only one who knows that if

ready we can go okay We still have time to turn back It's a peaceful hospitable

tribe, but when they get carried away with their rights There's nothing that

stop them richard and glory of a wise not a good reporter is always in the

line Okay, let's go You get the truck

I'll give it to you.

Thank you.

Talking to you is like talking to my wife.

We don't understand each other.

I have a feeling I've tasted it before. That's impossible.

They only make it here.

A local proverb says, whoever drinks Rishon travels backwards in time and

It looks like the drink's gone to her head.

Yes, I tried to warn her about it, drinking resharp.

It's much stronger than...

Thank you. Thank you.

i love this place oh don't forget we're having dinner at eight o 'clock

sharp and i'll be late as you usually are or we won't leave you anything

Or the silence, huh?

There's no silence for me anymore.

I still hear those drums in my head.

That woman wasn't Emmanuel.

Emmanuel doesn't need drugs to be sacrificed to love.

Love isn't just an explosion of the senses.

Emotion counts, too.

Nothing happened, Johnny.

Nothing at all.

Well, something happened to me.

Forget about it.

It's easy for you.

El Manjaro is the highest mountain in Africa, over 24 ,000 feet high.

Eighty years ago, no one except the natives knew it existed.

And even in the summertime, its cap would snow.

However, to get there from here is a three -day ride.

Are you interested, Anne? What?

Oh, no thanks. How about you?

You, Gloria? No thanks, not me.

Oh, I'll come, because I want to get some pictures.

We'll find someone to take you there.

Maybe you can convince Johnny.

Good morning. Good morning.

Thank

you.

Tomato soup, broccoli, omelette.

Gianni. Yeah? Can you keep a secret?

I guess so. I don't want to go up Kilimanjaro.

It's not for me either.

Climb all day when you reach the top, it's like being in Switzerland.

Well, now, what do you want?

Just you, Charlie.

Why don't you have the prime fillet steak?

It'll go down better.

Waiter, please.

Tomato soup and a steak.

Very well, sir.

What? The same for me.

Two soups, two steaks. Yes, sir.

Quickly, please. We're in a hurry.

I want to go back to the lodge.

On the way, I saw a beautiful place I want to photograph.

The point is, either I start thinking about my job, or otherwise I'll be under

this assignment forever.

Thank you.

The monkey stole my toothpaste.

Morning.

Good morning.

Everyone's sleeping. Good morning.

Lots of coffee, Richard. Thanks.

Where's the money now?

I don't know. I haven't seen her.

She's usually early. I haven't seen her either.

Oh, waiter, would you do me a favor, please? Would you call Miss Jordan in

121 and tell her we're waiting for her? Thank you.

Basically, Emmanuelle and I are the same.

I do nothing to be a perfect black.

She does everything to be a perfect white.

In reality, we're both wrong.

Jordan has checked out of her room.

Are you quite sure?

Yes, ma 'am. She was driven to the railway station.

I find that very strange.

Leaving like that, without a word to anyone.

What could have happened?

Is it because of you, Johnny?

Why are you asking me? I don't know any more than you do.

You are in a hurry to pack.

So you're going to run after her.

Then Emmanuel isn't just a flirtation like the other ones.

I planned this safari because I thought it would clear the air.

And it did.

But not in a positive way.

I'm going back to Britain.

I'll give you whatever you need for the war.

You know, it's strange.

I can't even hate you.

I... I know it's probably all my fault.

You know, I really only came to Africa because of you.

This life is not... not made for me.

It's so boring.

Closing down for bankruptcy.

I'm a failure as a wife.

As a mistress, and even as a writer.

Knock it off. Out! That's a foul. He's my friend. He's only a half back.

I'm a centre forward.

Leave me alone.

What are they?

Get away from me!

Sportsmen should behave like gentlemen, on and off the field.

You must drink me to our victory.

Drink to me only with thy knee.

Listen,

I wanted to tell you... I know already.

I'll go with you anyway.

No, Johnny.

Something always happens, believe me.

It's better like this.

It wouldn't work.

Love is not enough, Johnny.

Maybe it's my work.

My appearance.

My skin.

Or maybe it's just fate.

But I must be free.

Tomorrow I'll be sent on another job.

There'll be other people.

Different situations.

Or it might be like this again.

Another Richard.

Another Anne.

Another Jen.

Who wants everything from me.

Everything.

But all he really gets is my body.

That's what it's like to be a woman.

Or at least, for a woman like me.

Believe me, Gianni, it's better it finishes like this.

No. You can't leave me now.

I don't want to lose you. But I was never yours before.

So you can't lose me.

Goodbye, Gianni.

Black and white It was the moonlight, it was the midnight

It was a little house in the cloudy looking wood

That was the birth of your life

Of your body and way

You're a breath on my neck, it's just a lie.

It's just a lie.

It's just a lie. It's just a lie.