Out of Africa Page #4

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I'll have to see

your husband.

I will send for him.

These ought to help with the fever

till you get home.

And what are my chances?

About even, I'm afraid.

It's not what I thought would

happen to me now.

What?

Your letters, msabu.

Excuse me.

I heard you'd made it.

I'd have paid anything

to see their faces.

Would you join us for a drink?

I can't.

How is it that you are home?

I brought Berkeley back.

Has he been wounded?

Fever.

More than usual, but he'll be all right

as long as the gin holds out.

And you?

How is it with the fighting?

We're taking a beating.

It's likely to last for a while.

I still have your compass.

Why don't you keep it?

You've earned it.

Besides, I don't always

want to know where I'm going.

Please don't

let me keep you.

Are you all right?

Yes. Take good care.

We're behind a story or two.

Yes. When I get back.

Back? From where?

When you get back, I meant.

I thought it was malaria.

Well, it wasn't.

You may be all right,

but you have to be seen.

And the others,

whoever they are.

I hope they've got it.

It's my fault. No one else's.

I want to go with you.

No. Someone has to stay here

and run things.

And the factory

must be finished.

Can you do that?

That's little enough.

I'm sorry.

Where is memsahib?

She can come soon enough.

Later that day,

I left for Mombasa...

and the voyage home to Denmark.

It was a longer journey this time.

The war went on.

I fought my own war.

Arsenic was my ally...

against an enemy I never saw.

I stayed in the room

where I was born...

in Rungstedland...

and tried to remember

the colours of Africa.

There was only the medicine...

and walks with my mother...

along a deserted stretch of beach...

and this room in my mother's house.

Denmark had become

a stranger to me...

and I to her.

But my mother's house

I came to know again.

And knew I would

come back to it...

sick or well...

sane or mad someday.

And so I did...

after Tsavo.

Almost everyone's

got them now.

I am cooking now, memsahib.

Yes, I have heard about this.

Are you well, Farah Aden?

I am well enough, msabu.

Then I am well enough also.

What will you do?

I have been thinking I'll hunt.

Safari sort of thing.

They say it'll be quite a business

once the war is over.

You wouldn't want to teach?

I would like these Kikuyu

to have a school.

There will be

a fight about that.

Are you all well?

They say I'm cured.

I won't have children.

Have you thought about us?

Of course.

Belknap says the coffee will flower

after the next rains.

If it does...

you'll have start thinking about

hiring for the harvest...

and how you'll get to market.

Where would Berkeley be?

He must be here.

Who won the match?

Have you got a story for me?

I've been demoted.

I was Denys last time.

Would you care

for some champagne?

They said you

went home for a while.

Yes. Where is Berkeley?

It's good to see you.

He's still down with fever.

He'll be all right.

Who are all these people?

Bror says we'll be a colony soon.

Yes. They want it settled now.

There's a lottery.

Buy a ticket, win a farm in Africa.

Did you really think it would

stay the way it was?

I thought it might.

Where is Kanuthia?

He's dead.

How are you?

Would you join us for a drink?

It's time to find a pillow.

Another night then?

Yeah.

Have a good Christmas.

Christmas.

So it is.

This Chief says

children higher than this...

must not learn to read.

Tell him all the children

must go to school.

No. This is a chief.

You are not a chief.

That's absurd.

It's not good for tall people

to know more than this chief.

When these children are tall...

then this chief can be dead.

Bror, yes. But Denys hired out

to tourists? I can't imagine.

He's got no other trade.

Besides, we've got no choice.

The government's

put a stop to the ivory.

What will you do?

I'll concentrate on the farm.

Hello, the house!

Felicity!

How is it you're home?

I'm out. Look.

I didn't learn a thing,

but I'm wonderfully clean.

I'll come see you.

You save me a dance, Berkeley.

What's this nonsense

I hear about a school?

I've taken on

a young missionary.

He's promised me to do the alphabet

first and save God for later.

Wogs can't even

count their goats.

It's none of your business.

Who the devil are you?

I wonder if you'd

dance with me?

You are about to apologize.

You do stir things up,

Baroness.

When they said they liked to read,

how did they put that, exactly?

Do they know they'd like Dickens?

You don't think they should learn?

I think you might have asked them.

Did you ask to learn

when you were a child?

How can stories

possibly harm them?

They have their own stories.

They're just not written down.

And what stake to you have

in keeping them ignorant?

They're not ignorant.

I just don't think they should be

turned into little Englishmen.

You do like to change things.

For the better, I hope.

I want my Kikuyu

to learn to read.

"My Kikuyu." "My Limoges."

"My farm."

It's a lot to own.

I have paid a price

for everything I own.

What is it, exactly,

that's yours?

We're not owners here.

We're just passing through.

Is life really

so damn simple for you?

Perhaps I ask less

of it than you do.

I don't believe that.

Happy new year!

Should auld acquaintance

be forgot

And never brought to mind

Should auld acquaintance

be forgot

For the sake of auld lang syne

For auld lang syne, my dear

For auld lang syne

We'll drink a cup

of kindness here

For the sake

of auld lang syne

We'll drink a cup

God save

Our gracious king

Long live our noble king

God save our king

Send him victorious

Happy and glorious

Happy new year, Karen.

And for you too.

God save the king

Someone has left

her underclothes in the back.

I want you to take

a place in town.

Are you sure?

Eat.

Elephant.

Give me work.

We've got peace.

Where is the prosperity?

Why should prices fall now just

because we're not killing anybody?

Well, tea's down just as bad.

Do they always have

to whip them so?

Look. They finally made

a machine that's really useful.

Listen.

It's for you.

I can't accept it.

Why not?

Bror's moved to town.

That's a private matter,

I imagine.

Did you think you

would spend the night?

Can't, thanks.

I have to go down to the Mara.

I've taken up safari work,

and I've got to find a camp.

There's country there

you ought to see.

It won't last long now.

No. I would be

wasting your time.

Why don't you get your things?

If you like me at all...

don't ask me to do this.

What's your word?

Shoo?

Is that it? Shoo?

That's a fine word

you've got there, Baroness.

Crank it again, will you?

Almost. Crank it again.

Again.

Once more.

Well done. We're off.

I don't know

the scientific basis for it...

but I know you can see further in the

African night than any other place.

And the stars are brighter.

It's about the tents.

When I'm out with Kanuthia...

it used to be

we didn't use them.

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