Out of Africa Page #5

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I remember him.

There was something

Masai.

He was half Masai.

That's what you remember about him.

They're like nobody else.

We think we'll tame them...

but we won't.

If you put them in prison,

they die.

Why?

Because they live now.

They don't think

about the future.

They can't grasp the idea

that they'll be let out one day.

They think it's permanent.

So they die.

They're the only ones out here

that don't care about us...

and that is what

will finish them.

What did the two of you

ever find to talk about?

Nothing.

So. You knew I would come.

It's an early day tomorrow.

Why don't you get some sleep?

And what happens tomorrow?

I have no idea.

Good night.

Good night.

You would think

they would run off.

You didn't.

Think of that.

Never a man made sound,

and then Mozart.

Have you clients already?

In a week.

A man from Belgium

and his daughters.

His letter said,

"We'd like three of everything."

It'll be an interesting trip.

I'll be gone a month...

or an hour and a half.

Why are you doing this?

I don't know how to sew.

Do you know what they're

made of? Cloth.

Where will he land?

Trick is not to.

It must feel amazing.

It's how I imagined

America to be.

Have you been to America?

No, but my father was there.

He told me stories about it

when I was a little girl.

Are you still close?

He died.

He killed himself

when I was ten years old.

I can fix that, I think.

"Laughed loud and long...

and all the while

his eyes went to and fro.

'Ha ha,' quoth he,

'full plain I see.

The devil knows how to row.'

Farewell, farewell "

You're skipping verses.

I leave out the dull parts.

"Farewell, farewell...

but this I tell to thee,

thou wedding guest."

Lay your head back.

"He prayeth well...

who loveth well

both man and bird...

and beast."

That's better.

Will it be so different,

hunting for hire?

Not for the animals.

Well, maybe for the animals.

Do you really prefer them

to people?

Sometimes.

They don't do anything

half heartedly.

Everything's for the first time

Hunting, working, mating.

It's only man

that does it badly.

It's only man that tires

of going through it.

Who says, "See here.

Now I know how you feel about me...

and you know how

I feel about you...

and we understand each other,

so let's lie down and get on with it."

Why am I here?

Because I wanted you

to see all this.

I wanted to show it to you.

I thought you'd

understand it.

Do you think much

about death?

I think about getting old.

Be like living with a cranky,

demanding old bastard.

Well, you are a cranky,

demanding old bastard.

I had syphilis.

That's why I went home.

I know.

I never seem to get anything.

German measles once.

They say I'll have

a normal life now...

but no children.

So, the school?

So, the school.

The farm.

That's what I am now.

We'll need meat

for the camp tomorrow.

I'll wake you at dawn.

Good night.

Good night.

We might scare up gazelles, but we'll

be going through buffalo country again.

They get cocky

when you're on foot.

Supper.

Good size, but

Lion.

Careful, the wind's behind us.

Back up.

Slowly.

If there's a charge,

drop flat...

and let me do it.

Reload!

Dinner in a while?

I'm glad you came.

To rose lipped maidens.

There was a very young girl

from Denmark...

who took passage on a steamer

bound for Suez.

There was a storm...

off Morocco...

and she was washed ashore...

onto a beach.

Onto a white beach.

Onto a beach so,

so white

I'd like to do that.

Will that hurt?

No.

If you say anything now,

I'll believe it.

I need to know

how to think about this.

Why?

Your clear soup,

the new lettuce...

chicken, just the breast.

I trust this meets

with your approval?

Who is coming?

Bwana Cole is coming.

I will think on Bwana Cole.

I've got myself

in real trouble now.

Now you think they should vote?

No, worse.

Get Kamante.

He is out of hand entirely.

Does this look

like a chicken?

Here is not a chicken, memsahib.

Here is a fish.

Go away.

What do you think?

It's quite good, isn't it?

Be careful.

When the old map makers got to the edge

of the world, they used to write...

"Beyond this place

there be dragons."

Is that where I am?

He likes to give presents...

but not at Christmas.

He hasn't even said

when he's coming again.

If he's coming again.

Would you divorce?

Then I would have no one.

Men who missed

moose in Alaska...

grizzly in America,

tiger in India...

are all at sea now,

bound for here.

Berkeley is going to farm.

You could do that.

No, thank you.

You ought to look

in on him, though.

He didn't look

all that well.

Can you stay?

For a day or so.

Is that all right?

No.

You don't need

two guns on safari.

Then do the town work.

Meet the clients,

do outfitting, there's mail.

I don't know that

I'd be right for that.

You've got to do something.

I don't, actually.

My water's gone black.

We've got to get you to a hospital

and get you some proper care.

I'm being cared for properly.

It's...

some years now.

She's fond of me,

I think.

Why didn't you tell me?

I suppose...

I thought...

I didn't know you

well enough.

There's money left

in the trading account.

I'd like my share

to go to Mairiamo.

Listen.

George Martin had black water fever,

and that was five years now.

You might take along

that 12 bore you're so fond of.

The trigger seems a bit

Get Karen to try the Rigby.

It's a nice size gun for her.

Would you like

Would you like me

to take you home?

I am home, I suppose.

"F."

"F."

"G."

"G."

"G" for girl.

Are you packed?

Yes.

How was town?

Crowded.

I've been thinking.

With all the safari work,

I have little use for the room...

at the club.

I don't know

that I'd be any good at this...

but how would it be if I kept

a few things with you?

You would come and go

from my house?

If that's all right.

When the gods want to punish you,

they answer your prayers.

Berkeley's dying.

What?

Black water fever.

Oh, my God.

I'll go to him.

No, he wouldn't want you there.

Why?

There's a woman there.

She's Somali.

She's been with him

for some time.

You never told me this.

I didn't know.

"...with each one of us now

and forevermore." Amen.

Strange that Denys isn't here.

I think he is off with Berkeley.

In the days and hours

that Denys was at home...

we spoke of nothing ordinary.

Not of my troubles

with the farm...

my notes due

and my failing crop...

or of his, with his work...

what he knew was happening

to Africa.

Or of anything at all

that was small and real.

We lived disconnected...

and apart from things.

I had been making up stories

while he was away.

In the evenings,

he made himself comfortable...

spreading cushions like a couch

in front of the fire.

And with me sitting cross-legged

like Shahrazade herself...

he would listen, clear eyed,

to a long tale...

from when it began

until it ended.

Where did you get it?

Mombasa.

Get in.

When did you learn to fly?

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