Road to Zanzibar Page #7

You're gettin'

Donna mixed up.

There's no use dusting

off the orange blossoms.

I've been giving him

the same routine.

She's in love

with somebody else.

You're hearing it with your

own ears. I've been tellin' him.

How do you know? She told me.

What is this, everybody tellin'

everybody else? Why don't she tell me?

She gets tongue-tied

in the moonlight,

but she's got one chance for

security and for happiness...

and I'm gonna see

that she gets it.

She's gonna marry Jay Theodore

Bradley if I have to use a shotgun.

Now, I guess you'll listen.

She's gonna marry Bradley...

Who? Hey!

What do you mean she's

gonna marry Bradley?

Okay.! Okay.!

How do you like that,

she's got a guy.!

Who? We're dumb. She's gonna marry Bradley.

Nobody's dying, you understand?

That's what kills me.

Nobody's dyin'...

not even her father.

She never had a father.

We're suckers! No father?

She's hitchhiking on us,

spending our dough!

She's gonna marry Bradley,

that guy with the yachts!

You could melt his cups

and have a million.

We're the guys sailing. Take it

slower, about eight-to-the-bar.

What was that? She's gonna marry

Bradley, the guy with the boats.

And I'm stringing the beads! I saw you.

He tells her to come,

but she has no dough.

We step into the picture,

loaded with dough. We're big men.

We had dough.

They're gone.

We're cooked. Wish I was dead. So do I.

How about that trouble with

the slave market? All a phoney!

We're supposed

to be smart gees!

Where do you think those

dames are from? Where?

Brooklyn, and they did it to us! Oi, vai.!

What're we gonna do? We'll have

her dodging all the way to Brooklyn!

Come on!

How do you like that?

Hey, Donna,

come here.

Wait a minute.

I'll get her.

She's not here.

Not here?

Thonga, did you see Miss Donna? Miss Donna?

She go that way.

Come on.

Help! Help!

Somebody help.!

Wait. Do we know what we're

doing? No, but come on.

- Help!

- Donna?

Donna?

Donna?

It's her clothes.

The leopards! They've

killed her! It can't be.

Oh, Donna.

She was so pretty.

Just a kid.

We shouldn't have

let her go out alone.

It's our own fault.

Who's gonna break

the news toJulia?

Somebody's gotta tell her. Yeah. Somebody.

This is all there is

left of her, I guess.

Not even an ear,

nothin'.

Gee, what hogs

those leopards are.

Want to take this

stuff back to camp?

No, let's bury

it right here.

Sort of make the ground...

Make the ground hallowed, huh?

Yeah, that's the stuff. That's

a nice thought, Fearless.

Only moments ago we were

talking together, laughing.

You know, sometimes when the

light hit her just right...

she was the prettiest thing

I've ever seen. Yeah, I noticed.

And a couple of minutes ago we were

gonna tell her where to head in.

When I think of what she did

to us, that Bradley thing!

If I'd have gotten my hands on

her, I'd have... Fearless, not now.

We have to rise above

these petty things.

Yeah.

When I think what she did to us,

it's so hard to rise.

Maybe you oughta

say a few words, huh?

Yeah. A poem would be nice.

You know any poems?

Me?

"A bunch of the boys were whooping

it up at the malamute saloon,

and the kid that was playing... " No. No.

Don't fit, huh?

"'Twas a balmy

summer's evening,

and a goodly crowd

was there... "

No? There must be other poems.

Might be better if I just

said what I feel. Yes.

Donna, I've only

known you a short time,

but in that short time you've...

you've crept into my heart.

What's the matter with me? She

crept into both of us. Donna...

it's true

you lied to us.

That's just too bad. You

didn't have too, you know.

You could've... I don't

know why she did it.

I've never heard of

such a filthy trick.

Carting us

across thejungle,

spending our dough

and lying like that.!

She didn't

have to do it!

If she'd come out with it,

we'd have helped her! Yes.

Not once did she tell us...

Chuck! We gotta rise above it.

I'm sorry. Even though she's wrong...

We gotta rise.

We gotta rise.

Donna, good-bye. Chuck, doesn't

seem like a funeral to me.

Maybe you oughta

sing a hymn.

Maybe if I just sang our song? That's nice.

Whenever it's

early twilight

I watch 'til a star

breaks through

It's funny,

it's not a star I see

It's always you

Come in,

Fearless.

Wherever you are

you're near me

You dare me

to be untrue

It's funny, each time

I fall in love

It's always you

If a breeze

caresses me

It's really you

strolling by

And if I hear

a melody

It's merely...

The way you sigh Hey, hey, look here.

You're alive, huh?

I might've known.

If I could find those

leopards, I'd sic 'em on you.

What's the matter?

I was just having fun.

She's buried and she's having

fun! A comical corpse, huh?

We know about Bradley

and you lying too.!

You and that phoney slave market.! You

can't even get killed on the level.!

Anybody else would leave

you out in this jungle.

But not us, we're the

better-type suckers!

You're right. We're gonna

give you the full treatment.

Take Thonga and the

safari! And take the money!

Take a powder! You can take Bradley too!

And how

you'll take him.

Give him our deepest

sympathies. He'll need it!

That's tellin' her. That's

the larger-type brush.

I never heard you go better. Very

seldom I give out with that routine.

Wouldn't you think

she'd come crawling...

on her hands and knees,

begging us to forgive her?

Instead, she runs out on us.

All we did was tell her to.

Isn't that a woman for you every

time? Maybe Bradley was a bluff.

Maybe she saw I wasn't

gettin'jealous of you,

so she rang in

a millionaire.

You mean, there

was no Bradley?

She travels across Africa

just to be with you? Could be.

You're a riot. Fearless

Frazier, the great profile.

Not bad from

the side, either.

Come on, let's get out of

here. Where are we goin'?

Anywhere where we can get

a boat back to the States.

Now you're cookin' with gas. Which

way is that? Well, we came in...

Here.

Here we go.

Chuck,

where'd you go?

See any signs of life? Life?

This looks like a graveyard.

Who built this? I don't

know. It wasn't beavers.

Old Man Mose.

Uh-oh!

What a way to

collect the rent.

Badly hurt.

There's been a bit of

pig-sticking, dear boy.

What's this?

Come on. Let me hear from you.

Hey.

What is this?

This must have been some

party. We miss everything.

Look at the drums!

Fearless!

You remember him.

Don't get up.

Look at this. Drums! Yeah.!

How about this?

Good.!

Was I too

hot for you?

What's that, an echo? Sounds like an echo.

Let's try it.

Hey...

that's no echo.

You know what this is?

Ajungle telegraph office.

Jungle telegraph?

S.O. S... get us out of here.

I don't know the code.

Well, fake it. Do something.

Chloe!

She's never around when you

need her. Let's try this here.

Tell 'em

we need food.

And a change

of linen.

Get a big bus. We want to

get back to Birch Falls.

Any messages for the folks?

Can you send over ten words?

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