Mogambo Page #3

- Haven't you a thermometer?

- We don't need one. Fever is fever.

But...

Just a minute, please, will you?

Would one of these be...?

A lion chewed him up.

This place is turning into a hospital.

Strap him up, Brownie.

Would one of these be the right thing?

Donald knows all about them...

Sorry. Out here, we have three antidotes

for everything:

Quinine, iodine, and castor oil.

Quinine should fix him up very nicely.

I don't think he needs

the other two, do you?

At certain times,

jokes are in very poor taste.

Come on, no reason to lose your temper.

Please hurry.

There you are.

He'll start to sweat in half an hour or so.

Keep him well covered up.

I'll be back from time to time.

He's strong enough, all right.

Got a bite like a young croc.

Mr. Marswell, just a minute.

Is that all you're going to do for him?

What do you expect me to do?

Crawl in bed with him and hold his hand?

Keep him well covered up

and get all the water down him you can.

- Will you do that? Will you do what I said?

- Yes.

And give him one of those pills

every four hours.

Good night.

Mr. Marswell.

Oh, no, please sit still.

It's time for his pill

but he's sleeping so well...

...I didn't want to wake him.

I'll have a look.

Boltchak, play cards.

- Much better. Let him sleep.

- All right.

Good night.

I'd like to apologize about this morning.

I'm terribly ashamed.

I had it coming.

- You pack a good wallop.

- Please.

It was very shabby behavior.

- I hope you'll be comfortable on that.

- Yes, thank you.

It was most thoughtful of you.

What on earth are those horrible sounds?

An animal of some kind?

Yes. They're hippos fighting.

- Why are they fighting?

- Probably over a female.

- Thank you very much for everything.

- I'll put it on the bill.

My room is the last one

on the porch corridor...

...in case he needs anything

during the night.

Thank you again.

Good night.

Nordley come out of it yet?

Yes. They're both feeling much better.

Two pretty girls in one week.

Kelly.

I'm going to miss Kelly.

Kelly was all right.

I didn't say she wasn't, did I?

Take it easy going up them stairs.

Give me a bag. Throw me a bag up.

- Which one?

- The little one.

Here you are.

- There you are.

- Thank you.

Hold on, and I'll get the others up to you.

I've got hold of one more. You want that?

- Leave it for Marswell.

- I've got it now.

I'm coming up the stair with it.

You women and your bags.

Hi there.

Anybody up on the old homestead?

Hi. The return of Frankenstein.

- What happened?

- Shipwrecked...

...and me without a desert island

to my name.

A catastrophe,

a bleeding bellyful of bad luck.

- He's stinking.

- How come? Where?

About three miles down the river,

the engine packs up.

The current got hold of us

and drifted us onto a mud bar.

What about the cages?

The animals all right?

They're all right.

We left the crew to look after them.

- We came here in the tender.

- Tender? I'll say it was.

Hi, Brownie.

And in the dark too.

Any minute I expected to be

up to me hips in hippopotamuses.

You got me doing it now.

Could you send a couple of your boys

to the settlement with the news?

Boltchak, go get Muntala.

- Have a drink.

- Thank you, miss.

- How long will repairs take?

- No time at all.

Maybe a day after we

get the replacement.

It'll take us about three

or four weeks to get it.

Four weeks?

- Brownie, take him.

- Come on. Time for your nap.

Leon will bring the boys around for

a chat, they'll shove off in the morning.

Take the bottle with you.

Thank you, Mr. M.

Yeah, Brownie. Brownie!

I'm sorry.

Just a minute.

Mr. and Mrs. Nordley are in that room.

I'll have Boltchak move in with Brownie.

You can take his room.

- He'll be back soon.

- Yeah, the scientific characters.

They look kind of shiny new and young

to be scientific types, don't they?

- Yeah, but take it easy, will you?

- What do you mean?

You know, Mrs. Nordley has led

a sheltered sort of life, I guess...

...and, well, let's not get too informal.

You know what I mean.

I know what you mean.

You have as much gallantry in that remark

as you think I've got brains.

- Now, wait a minute...

- Never mind.

I'll just act like I was your sister,

down from Vassar for the holidays.

That was pretty lame talk.

But you know what I'm talking about.

It's possible that I have a slight inkling

as to your outlook on life.

Joe, get off my bed.

Scram!

Hi, baby. Come on, let me in.

Oh, come on.

Behave. Wait a minute, boy.

Wait.

Come on, now.

Hey, listen, save some for the little girl.

Wait a minute. Here, okay.

No, no. No more.

You're a nice little girl.

Here's one. Hey, wait!

Hey, wait a minute.

Wait a minute!

You're such a pig.

You don't deserve any more. No!

Now, if you're not such a pig,

I'll feed you.

Here, little girl. Here, little girl.

Here, little girl. Here you are.

Here. Come on.

No, no!

Oh, hi.

How do you do?

My name is Mrs. Nordley.

I'm Kelly, Eloise Kelly.

I hear your husband isn't well.

Is he better?

- He's much, much better, thank you.

- That's good.

Mr. Marswell says

he's made a very quick recovery.

Speaking of friend Marswell,

I wonder where he is.

Probably out lassoing

some ferocious gazelle or something.

He took the captain to the boat in a truck.

Something about

bringing back the animals, I believe.

Boy, I wish I'd had a truck last night.

I haven't walked that far

since some palpitating halfback...

...tried to tell me he'd run out of gas.

You've been here on some sort of safari?

I was going on one,

or at least I thought I was.

I came to visit an old pal of mine,

the Maharajah of Bunganore.

- Do you mind?

- No.

But the big, thoughtless cad stood me up.

- He stood you...?

- In Americanese...

...that means that when I got here

he wasn't here.

Men can get you into all sorts of trouble,

can't they?

That was quite a shame.

When Marswell first heard about it,

he was furious...

...but then he calmed down,

and he was kind of sweet about it.

He's kind of cute, I guess.

He's a rough, mean man at times.

I must get your husband

to examine his head, see what's inside.

I hope the saga of my Ionely travels

hasn't shocked you.

I suppose girls are more conservative

up your way, aren't they?

With my husband almost well again,

I had it in mind to take a little walk...

...sort of get one's bearings.

- Nice day for it.

- Well, so be it.

Bless your big, bony knees.

Hi, Kelly.

You're up early.

You know me, the neurotic type,

insomnia.

Why didn't you tell a fella?

She's something.

She's the kind that makes men

want to break out of jail.

You been talking to Mrs. Nordley?

Well, now, look at him.

Knew to whom I was referring

right away.

Yeah, me and my crystal ball.

You and your crystal head.

Wipe that Emily Post look off your face.

I didn't endanger

your lily-white reputation.

- I said she's pretty.

- So she's pretty.

What the blue blazes has that

to do with the price of pork?

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