The Macomber Affair
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- 1947
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You'll be
perfectly all right.
There's nothing
to worry about.
Just pull yourself
together.
I'm sorry, Mrs. Macomber,
to have to meet you like this.
Uh, please, accept my deepest sympathy.
Thank you.
Step aside,
captain Smollett.
I'd like a picture of Wilson
and the lady together.
Please don't.
None of that now.
Sorry, captain.
This is news.
But please,
captain Smollett.
That's enough, Logan.
That's enough.
I'll drive you
right to the hotel.
Mr. Wilson and Mr. Raymes
will take care of things here.
Thank you, captain Smollett.
You're very considerate.
When will I see you?
Later, perhaps.
Uh, drop into headquarters
in an hour.
You'll identify
the body?
That's right.
Hm. Hefty fellow,
wasn't he?
Macomber his name?
Francis Macomber.
Scotsman?
American.
Oh. Nice chap?
Well,
what does it matter now?
Yes.
Uh, when did it happen?
This morning, early.
They were after buffalo.
Ah, that explains
a lot.
Remember the first one
I tried to knock down...
Four of us
as a matter of fact,
All handy with rifles,
blazing away.
Hm. You'd have thought
we were using bird shot.
They'll take the devil
of a lot of killing.
Yes, a lot of killing.
Anyone's a fool
to try a trick shot...
The sort of fool
who'd try to stop
A locomotive
with a slingshot.
He was just unlucky.
Let's get this over with.
How, uh...
How big was the buffalo?
Well, I thought...
No, he wasn't gored.
He was shot.
In the back.
From the back.
Accident?
Accident.
Uh, who was there?
His wife and I,
Kongoni and Abdulla.
The buffalo was wounded?
Wounded.
Nothing worse...
Head up, coming like
an express train,
Everyone excited,
everybody firing...
ooh, they... They...
They're devils to kill.
Yes. A thing like this
could happen.
It could.
It did.
Hello.
Short trip this time?
Yeah. Short.
You look like you need this
tonight, Wilson.
When did you get in?
About a half-Hour ago.
Say when.
What delayed you
at the airfield?
Oh, a formality.
Bring both the guests
back with you?
Mm-Hmm. Both.
Nice flight?
Did Mrs. Macomber
enjoy it?
Do you care?
Did Mr. Macomber
enjoy it?
He didn't say.
Handsome man,
that American.
That time he was here with you,
he drank a lot.
How is he?
When I left him
a few minutes ago,
He was cold sober.
Think of that.
Was he good hunting?
Quite.
Did everyone shoot
a full bag?
Everyone.
Mrs. Macomber too?
What are you getting at?
I was afraid you'd get
in trouble sometime, Wilson.
Are you in trouble?
No.
Only Mrs. Macomber,
huh?
Not Mrs. Macomber,
either.
You don't call
killing her husband trouble?
She didn't
any more than I did.
What makes you think that?
A woman's intuition,
Wilson.
would never dream of doing.
I'd murder for a man
I was crazy about.
You must have been
reading a book.
You're in love with her.
The thought
never entered my mind.
It doesn't have
to enter your mind.
Ah. You slipped me
at the airport, chum.
Now tell me all about...
No story, Logan.
No? There has to be.
Why?
Oh, the official hush-Hush?
I've got to print something,
so you might as well... There's not a thing.
Hmm. Beautiful woman,
rich husband...
I can dream up the rest.
You can, eh?
It's easy.
Why, she...
"Why, she," what?
I'm sorry, Wilson.
I don't know what.
Pipe dreams.
You too.
Hello, Wilson.
Films I had taken at the scene.
Good.
I'll have them developed in time
for the inquest tomorrow.
The coroner
released the body.
Accident?
Yes. Kongoni and Abdulla
testify to the accident.
Is the funeral arranged?
For tomorrow morning.
The less fuss,
the better, then.
Has, uh, Mrs. Macomber been informed?
She was told everything.
He was an odd one,
this Macomber.
Like the rest of his kind,
but no worse.
He was very rich.
I think he was.
You know, I liked the Macombers
when I first met them.
But, sometimes,
when I looked at them,
I felt as though I had opened
the wrong door in a hotel
And seen something shameful.
I don't look
through doors...
A hunt is a hunt,
and that's what I was hired for.
This hunt was different.
Why different?
Only the end.
More than the end,
Wilson.
Look, man,
I've studied people.
I know my Macombers.
The world is full of them...
Born to be victims.
Accidents are as natural to them
as breathing.
Nobody is looking
for an alibi, Smollett.
Here's the paper
for your report.
Take it and answer it.
Well, I made
a verbal report.
That's all that's needed for an accident.
Not in this case.
No. Here, take some more.
You might spoil some.
Answer it in time for the
closing of the inquest tomorrow.
We can't be too exact
in this case.
You see, the American consul
needs this report
For his records...
That's the rub.
The report
is for the records, Wilson,
So, uh...
So go into detail.
Must have been
an interesting hunt.
But it seems
to have shaken you up.
Look, Wilson...
If it'd make you feel
any better to talk,
I'll listen to you
anytime.
Tell me
all that happened...
Off the record, Wilson.
You know, off the record.
Thanks, commissioner.
Hello.
Margaret.
You've got to pull
yourself together.
I can't see you now.
No, no.
You can't come over here.
You can't.
Not the way things are.
Not now.
Don't you realize...
you've got to stand it alone.
You haven't any choice.
Margaret.
Margaret!
The report
is for the records, Wilson,
So go into details.
If it'd make you
feel any better to talk,
I'll listen to you
anytime.
Tell me all that happened...
Off the record, Wilson.
You know, off the record.
Off the record.
Uh,
Mr. Macomber.
Yes, sir.
There he is.
You must be Wilson.
That's right.
Francis Macomber.
I'm a bit late.
Oh, that's all right.
I haven't been waiting long.
You know
what this is about...
Keen on doing
some hunting with you.
Well,
that's my business.
Care to have a drink
while we talk about it?
Sometimes helps.
Ah. What'll it be?
I'll have
a gimlet, mike.
Righto, Mr. Wilson.
Make that two.
Yes, sir.
Well, I hadn't realized
You fellows
are so hard to get ahold of.
Height of the season.
Our consul's
been very helpful.
Had to scour the town.
I thought he'd scraped bottom.
That's about
where he found me.
Do you need an advance,
Wilson?
I'll take money anytime.
100?
Well, that'll do very nicely.
You've got it.
Well, see here,
I don't guarantee trophies.
I'm no witch doctor.
I'll give you
an honest hunt, though,
Find the game,
and back you up.
The rest is up to you.
Fair enough?
Fair enough.
Hey, there's one
I don't know.
What is it?
Oh, that's a kudu.
A greater kudu.
Beautiful.
There's waterbuck,
Oryx, eland, sitatunga.
What does it feel like
to have one of those fellas
On the loose
in front of you?
Oh, different feelings,
different times.
No, come on. Tell me.
How does a man feel?
It's wiser
if he doesn't.
What does he do?
Then he stops breathing,
and he starts shooting.
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