A Far Off Place

Look out! Get 'em!

Burn the place!

Harry!

Kill the girl!

Harry!

Mrs. Parker, tell him stop!

Koba, I tell him to stop,

you have to carry water every day

- from the well to the new garden.

- I walk. I carry. Just tell him stop.

You'll be nuts for it.

Turn on the faucet, out comes water.

Faucet. Bullshit.

Koba? Who's been helping you

with your English?

Miss Nonnie has.

I'll kill her.

It's only three weeks.

It won't kill you to be nice.

- Mopani's taking me on patrol next week.

- That's out.

Why? Just because I have to baby-sit

some American boy?

No, because it's dangerous.

Well, Mopani says I'm ready.

I can hit a flying can at 20 meters, Dad.

What are you talking about?

Shooting poachers?

It's only in self-defense.

- Mopani says I'm ready.

- Mopani and I disagree.

- Dynamite.

- Hintza. Come.

- But he's your friend.

- You can disagree with friends.

- Not with your father?

- Disagree, yes. Disobey, no.

You know, Dad, people need to stand up

and fight for what they believe in,

or nothing's ever going to change.

People need to sit down and talk.

Otherwise, people won't change.

All right.

Africa. First impression:

Bone dry and boring:

Dust everywhere:

Hunter's Drift

is a very famous place, you know.

- What?

- Hunter's Drift is a very famous place.

Famous for what?

Mr. Parker is the first wildlife commissioner

to employ the locals

and split the profits with them.

Oh. So, is there

anything to do around here?

We grow the food, take care of the reserve,

and if there is a sickness...

No, I mean, to do. You know, basketball,

go to the movies, any good concerts?

Three weeks:
I hope they have

a satellite dish where we're staying:

Or at least a VCR:

Steve.

It's good to see you, Liz.

Uh... this is Harry.

I was a good friend of your mother's

a long time ago.

I'm so pleased you could visit us.

- Yeah, me too.

- Come on in. Let's get you settled.

Yeah, I'd like to stretch my legs,

if that's all right.

- Wouldn't you like a cold drink?

- I think I'll work up a thirst.

He wanted to spend

his vacation in Utah, skiing.

- Oh.

- I had to twist his arm.

- I hope I didn't break it.

- No. He'll have a swell time.

This is beautiful.

Hey. Come on, Hin.

What? Stay.

Hey!

- Nonnie!

- Get out of the way!

Mr:
Parker Get down!

Nonnie!

What the hell is going on, huh?

Are you crazy?

Look what you did to me!

- Nonnie, are you OK?

- Yeah.

Are you OK?

Didn't you see the sign?

What sign? Look, I was just

taking a walk, all right?

My name's Harry Winslow.

Maybe you want to skip the handshake?

Paul Parker.

This is my daughter Nonnie.

Yeah. We met.

Hintza! It's for the cat.

You already had yours.

Harry! Oh, how nice you look.

Come over here

and sit next to Nonnie, OK?

Yeah, sure.

- Thanks for waiting.

- Waiting for what?

In New York,

it's polite to wait for your guests.

Out here it's polite to thank somebody

for saving your butt.

- My butt thanks you.

- "My butt thanks you. "

Is that how you say

"thank you" in New York?

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

Nonnie.

So who's that guy?

That's Ricketts.

He's one of my dad's friends.

Pt?

Pt?

- No.

- Dad told me this place was a desert.

No. That's 20 miles west.

It's called the Kalahari.

Looks pretty green to me.

Well, it... The Kalahari isn't the Sahara.

It's got dunes, but there's also...

...but there's also bush and salt pans.

Nonnie, cat food belongs on the ground.

You have to talk to Daddy.

He says I can't go.

Slow down, slow down.

So is it true?

You arrested 20 poachers before lunch?

Well, it was after lunch,

and the number's a little bit off.

There were 117

coming at me from behind.

- So, will you talk to him?

- I'll try.

I've got a present for you.

Oh...

It belonged to my father.

It was mine, now it's yours.

Give it to your firstborn

and tell him about me.

You tell him yourself.

And you think killing

poachers is gonna do it?

No, but it's a start.

I've lost more elephants in the last

three months than in all of last year.

- Mopani, I have audits...

- Am I interrupting something?

...on every trade and exportation

company in the country.

- Paperwork. That's all you got.

- I know we're dealing with a corporation.

They must be getting ready

to make a shipment.

- What makes you say that?

- My petition locked the borders.

Exportation stopped, but poaching didn't.

All those tusks are stored somewhere.

- Can I see those?

- You can keep these. I have a copy.

I'm going to Karlstown tomorrow

to have them analyzed.

Then I'm gonna see

the Minister of the Interior.

And what will he do?

- Form another committee?

- What would you suggest,

- shooting them all?

- That's exactly what I would suggest.

- Well, he who lives by the sword...

- Stays alive a day longer.

- He's right, you know.

- Not you, too.

I mean about staying alive.

Paul, you're my friend. Let it go.

I really don't think you understand

the kind of men you're dealing with.

I understand they're

butchering the soul of Africa.

- You talk like a bloody missionary.

- And why not?

This is the last country with a soul.

That's cool.

Hi.

Shut up, Hin. Hintza!

Good night.

OK, I'm coming.

What is it, Hintza?

Xhabbo!

Xhabbo.

- Danger, Nonnie.

- No, it's OK. Can you stand up?

- Danger.

- Come on, stand up. Lean on me.

- Let's go back to the house.

- No. Cave.

- No, your leg is hurt. Let's go back...

- Cave!

OK. Cave.

D- don't shoot. It's me, Harry.

- Harry.

- What are you doing out here?

Walking off the pt. Who's he?

It's none of your business.

Just go back to the house.

Harry must come with

Xhabbo and Nonnie.

What? To the cave?

Well, hey. I'm invited. Let's go.

- So, what happened to him?

- "Him" has a name: Xhabbo.

- So what happened to Xhabbo?

- You don't want to know.

- What? A lion get him?

- No, it was a leopard.

Those must be a million years old.

How'd you find this place?

I didn't. Xhabbo showed me.

Here. Smash these.

Ugh. Look, this guy needs

antibiotics, not voodoo.

You know,

I got Band-Aids back in my room.

Here.

This should help you sleep.

Promise. Stay in cave, Nonnie.

What is it?

Did you have a tapping?

What did you see?

OK. I promise.

And Harry?

No, no, no.

I'm not spending the night in here.

Scared of sleeping in a cave?

What do you think? After camping out

in Central Park, you know, this is...

Well, then what's the big deal?

Stay here, Hintza.

Don't look at me.

Go and empty the rooms. Go on.

I'll tell you what we leave.

Get out of that.

Bring it along, bring it along.

So, everyone taken care of?

The children aren't here.

We looked everywhere.

Two kids on foot.

How far can they get?

- OK, now take care of the rest of the room.

- Yes, my boss.

- Don't forget the computer.

- Yes, boss.

OK...

The girl!

Under the truck! Get her!

Whoa!

What the hell is going on?

Talk to me!

Tell me, goddamn it!

They killed them!

Don't you understand?

They killed everybody!

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