Hatari! Page #9

- Do you want an opinion from me?

- Looks like I'm gonna get it anyway.

It's like you got bit by a leopard

and now you see spots on everything.

I know all about that.

There's something about this girl.

I... I like her.

- What?

- I really like her.

It's gone that far?

Look, I don't know her

and she doesn't know me.

I've been busy. I haven't had time.

Only three months,

the whole hunting season.

- Are you pushing me?

- No! Take your time. She'll wait.

- Look, Kurt. This is serious.

- Ask her to come back next year.

She isn't very attractive.

She won't meet anybody like you...

More cracks and you won't need

a racing car to break your neck.

- Let's go to town.

- I don't think you should.

You shouldn't be with her all evening.

You might say something

you'll feel sorry about.

- Am I as bad as that?

- You ought to know.

- Who is it?

- Pockets.

Come on in.

Say, Dallas...

Hi, Pockets.

We're going into town...

...to celebrate. Are you ready?

I don't think I'll go,

I've got some work to do.

Dallas, this is Pockets.

What's the matter?

Isn't it going too good?

No, it's not going too good.

Probably my fault.

I messed it up a couple of times.

That didn't mean anything.

You didn't mess it up.

I didn't do it. She did it.

- Come again?

- That girl you told me about.

The one you said

made him burn his fingers.

When he looks at me,

when he touches me,

he likes what he sees

and what he feels just for...

Then she's there

and I'm not there any more.

- Well, couldn't you sort of...?

- No, I couldn't.

It's all over.

I don't even know if I want him any more.

I was all right until you came in.

I just couldn't stand him looking at me

and wondering

if I was going to be like her.

I'd rather not have him.

It just wouldn't...

Oh, please, Pockets, go away!

Well, Dallas, if there's anything

I can do to help.

Please go away, go with the others.

All aboard! Bus now leaving

for 42nd Street and Arusha Square!

- Everybody here?

- Where's Dallas?

In her room. She's not coming.

Says she has work to do.

- Well!

- Well, what?

I'll see if I can get her

to change her mind.

You all go on ahead,

I'll see you in town.

Holy smoke!

What have you got in the third?

- Pretty good, eh?

- Smells good, too.

- This is business.

- Has it got a sister?

Two sisters?

Dallas? It's Sean.

Come in.

What's going on here?

- Please turn the light off, Sean.

- Sure.

What's the matter?

Why aren't you going with us?

I just don't feel like it.

You've been crying.

What if I have?

Can't somebody cry if they want to?

- What are you crying about?

- Nothing, nothing.

A girl doesn't cry about nothing.

It must be something.

It's because I... I got a scrotch.

- A what?

- A scrotch, going through the bush.

- Oh, a scratch!

- Scratch or scrotch, it hurts.

- What are you doing?

- Hold still!

No wonder it hurts,

the thorn is still in you.

There...

There's some iodine around here.

Never mind, just let it go.

It would be better with something on it.

You need iodine worse than I do.

- I need iodine?

- For your fingers.

- There's nothing wrong with them!

- Yes, there is!

I got all mixed up.

You don't use iodine on a burn, do you?

A burn? Make sense!

- How do you treat burned fingers?

- I guess you... put butter on them.

Yeah, then some day

you'll find somebody with butter.

I don't get it. Fingers, butter...

What are you talking about?

Go away! You always come

when I don't want you.

- Oh, Dallas, cut it out!

- Don't touch me! Leave me alone!

- Get out of here before I...

- OK!

Now, what the hell did I say?

First morning we can sleep,

those elephants...

What a racket!

Hasn't Mama Tembo

fed them this morning?

Mama Tembo has gone.

That's why they're yelling.

- "Gone"?

- She left a little while ago.

What do you mean, "left"?

- He may understand you, Pockets.

- I'll take a chance.

She has packed her bags

and departed from our midst.

- She can't do that!

- I found this letter under my door.

- Behave and I'll tell you what she says.

- Well, read it.

"Dearest Pockets..." That's me.

"I can't stand goodbyes, so

I'm having Saidi drive me into town."

You notice she doesn't write

with an accent.

"Tell everybody that

I can't find words to thank them,

"that I'll never forget them,

that I love them. Dallas."

- You believe now that she's gone?

- I'm gonna stop her.

You didn't want her to go?

- Of course I didn't!

- You asked her to stay?

- I was going to ask her, but...

- But what?

- She wouldn't let me. She ran me out.

- She's smart.

- What are you going to do?

- Find her.

Arusha's a big town,

if she doesn't want to be found.

- Tembo might find her.

- Get him on the scent.

- He's got a long nose!

- Hurry!

Right!

- What's this?

- She left that behind.

Make a good bandage for your fingers.

Friends! Tell the airport

not to let her on a plane.

- Shall we say why?

- Say she stole something. Money.

Tell the police to watch the Nairobi road.

- How much money?

- She robbed a bank.

Chips and I will check the taxi station.

I'll go with them.

I can go places they can't.

Hurry it up, Luis.

Why bring all three?

We can only use Tembo.

Get in there, get in!

Hold it!

Come on, Tembo!

What does she do to make him move?

Come on, get in. Come on, Tembo!

Come on!

This might work!

What is that?

Look, Tembo! Look, this is Mama.

Yes, Mama!

Bwana, you remember Mama, don't you?

Come on, take a good smell now.

- Yes, it's Mama!

- It's gonna work!

Wise child that knows its own mother.

Come on, there's no room for you.

Airport? If a girl about 5' 6" tall

with red hair shows up,

don't let her on a plane,

she robbed the Bank of England.

- Wait a minute, stop! Sean!

- Any luck?

She's not at the railroad station.

- She's been to the ticket office.

- What for?

Airline ticket, but she wasn't

at the airport. She must be in town.

- Where?

- I don't know.

- Tembo doing any good?

- Not a thing.

- Do those clothes belong to Dallas?

- Sure.

He's probably smelling them,

no wonder. Give them to us.

Sean, slow up.

I think he smells something.

He does smell something.

Come on, Tembo. Come on, baby.

There he goes...

He's going into Singh's. Come on.

Oh, no!

Go away!

You shouldn't have done it!

It's not... It's not fair!

I didn't want you to do this...

Why, why did you...?

- Look, Dallas...

- What did you do that for?

Why didn't you just let me go?

Go away! It's all your fault.

Goodnight, Sean!

Before you go any further,

I should tell you you're not alone.

- What's your name?

- They call me Dallas.

What are you doing in my bed?

Sean, I wanna talk to you.

You know that girl Dallas

we were looking for? If we wanna...

Oh, Sean.

You know that girl we were

looking for this afternoon?

- She's in your bed.

- Pockets. Out.

- What's she doing in your bed?

- Get out.

We got married this afternoon!

Oh, no!

Go away! Go away, now!

Tembo, go away!

Tembo!

Go away!

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