The Macomber Affair Page #2

Let's not talk rot.

How about your guns?

What did you bring?

I brought a Holland & Holland

from England.

That's all right.

What else?

Well, I thought I could buy

the rest of them here.

Oh, good idea.

We got excellent gun shops here.

First, I've got to line up

the boys and equipment.

How long

will that take?

A day or two.

How many in your party?

Just my wife and I.

Oh.

Uh... women

sometimes make trouble.

A woman can muck up

a hunt plenty.

They get bored.

They don't like killing.

They get lazy.

Still they want

their money's worth.

I can handle my wife.

Good. I can handle everything else.

Very good.

Well, here's to good hunting.

Mr. Robert Wilson?

Oh, this is

Mrs. Macomber.

Oh. How do you do?

I'm very jealous of you,

Mr. Wilson.

Ever since Francis met you,

I've heard nothing but,

"Mr. Wilson says this.

Mr. Wilson does that."

I hear about nothing

but hunting.

You know, you are quite a success

with Francis, Mr. Wilson.

I hope you don't mind my saying

it gets a little on my nerves.

Well, I'm sorry,

Mrs. Macomber.

Darling, aren't you happy to find such good

company for us? Francis, darling. I'm delighted.

Now, Mr. Macomber didn't tell me

that he had such a lovely wife.

Francis, my sweet,

that's not at all like you.

Wilson, you don't know

what it does to a man's ego

To be

constantly reminded

That he's married

to a beautiful woman.

Usually what it does

to yours, darling,

Air does to a balloon.

Uh, we were

selecting guns.

Have you,

uh, decided

On the Springfield,

Mr. Macomber?

We recommend it

as an excellent all-Purpose...

Enormous

striking power.

What do you say,

Wilson?

Well,

what are you used to?

You said

you've done some hunting.

Well, yes.

I've done my share at home...

More than my share...

You know, ducks, deer,

some moose.

Darling, why don't you

tell Mr. Wilson

About that time you caught

that enormous shark?

Uh, don't mind my wife, Wilson.

She doesn't always mean

what she says.

Just brush it off.

Brush it off.

And, uh, what will it be

for Mrs. Macomber?

Oh, I'll let

Mr. Wilson decide.

A, uh, mannlicher?

Yes, that's about it.

She'll

never use it.

Oh, Francis is right.

I'm a terrible shot.

I never seem able

to get the target

And the gunsight

together.

Francis, my pet.

There's something you forgot.

Flowers for tonight.

There must be a shop.

Right across the street.

Get something really nice

for the consul's wife.

He's been

so sweet to us.

Of course I will, dear.

Now, try this

for comfort.

Is this good

for anything?

Most anything

you'll meet.

Tell me, Mr. Wilson,

How does it make a person feel

to kill something?

Well, I don't know

exactly what you mean.

Women don't usually

like killing.

Well, I'm not

an exception.

I'm just

desperately curious.

You see,

I'm only a woman.

Oh.

You feel a...

admiration for the animal

If you've done it

according to the rules.

According to what rules?

Fair play, sportsmanship...

When you meet an animal,

You try to sort of give him

an equal chance.

What do you call

an equal chance?

You meet him in the open,

on foot.

And if you don't?

Well, you don't

like yourself much.

You mean

it's pretty despicable.

That would be the word.

Isn't there

something more to it?

I read in a book once, to hunt

and to conquer, to kill...

The savagery of it

brings emotions

That are tied in with,

well...

well, what do you think

would make you a woman?

I'm not talking

about myself.

Nothing wrong with Mr. Macomber?

Nothing.

He's a fine man,

a very easygoing fellow.

Yes, Francis is. That's

the nicest thing about him.

Well, uh, what's the name

of this book that you read?

I don't remember... One of those

German philosophers.

So you came out here

to learn how to kill?

Oh, heaven forbid.

You're just like all men.

You don't understand women

any better than my husband does.

Well, I don't have to.

Three dozen red roses

for the consul's wife,

And this for you.

Oh, you are sweet, Francis.

Thanks.

Let's have a little nightcap,

Wilson... One for the journey.

So, this is your part of town,

Mr. Wilson?

Something like that.

Why?

Oh, I don't know.

Just comfortable I guess.

I thought you wouldn't show up

tonight, Wilson.

Aimee, this is Mr. And Mrs. Macomber.

How do you do?

Hello, Aimee.

Pleased to meet you.

What'll it be?

Uh, a little of the same.

I beg your pardon,

sir?

A little

of the same what?

Just a little

of the same.

Oh. Yours.

Part of the comfort,

Mr. Wilson?

Margo, keep your nose

out of Mr. Wilson's affairs.

Do you dance as well

as you shoot, Mr. Wilson?

I dance

very badly.

Since I've never seen you shoot,

shall we dance?

Go ahead, Wilson.

You brought it on

yourself.

Tell me something,

Mr. Macomber.

I'll tell you anything

you want to know.

Why does anyone

ever come to Africa?

You jealous?

You seem

very sure of yourself.

Nothing

to worry about.

Francis, you'll have to show

Mr. Wilson how to dance.

He may be a great hunter,

but, um...

you see?

Enjoy dancing

with her?

Good partner.

She's pretty.

So you three

are going hunting together, hmm?

Mm-Hmm.

That should

be interesting.

Who knows?

This is the life.

Still dreaming about lions?

Why not?

He's the king of the beasts.

The way I feel

right now,

I'm more than a match

for a king.

Well, you'll get

your lion tomorrow.

The boys say

there's a big one about.

You get your lion, Francis,

and I'll take your picture.

You sound jealous.

Why should I be?

Because

you missed today.

Why, the memsahib

was a sensation.

No,

she missed completely.

But she looked good

doing it.

A beautiful sensation.

Francis Macomber with his foot

on the lion's head.

That's not a bad idea.

The papers

will be full of it.

I never dreamed

I could have so much fun.

Well, you two can sit here

and talk all night if you want.

I'm going to bed.

Good night, Wilson. Good night.

Good night.

You know, Wilson...

she hasn't been this nice to me

in years.

Now, see here,

laddybuck.

I'm just

your white hunter.

We never discuss

our guests.

That's how we hunters

keep our independence.

I get it.

Well, I'll tell the boys

to shake us out at 4:00.

Good.

Well, good night.

Good night.

Comfortable, dear?

Yes, thanks.

Good night.

Good night.

Kongoni!

Ndiyo, bwana.

Those boys had better cut out

that racket.

Ndiyo, bwana.

I don't want

Mrs. Macomber disturbed.

Nor Mr. Macomber.

Nor Mr. Macomber.

Ndiyo, bwana.

He's a nice fellow...

Wilson.

Yes, he is.

I wonder

what he said to kongoni.

It must have been

something like "shut up."

Everything's quite now.

Kongoni said,

"ndiyo, bwana."

That means "yes, sir."

You speak Swahili

very well.

Ndiyo, memsahib.

You see, there's a lot

you never knew about me.

There is.

You know,

Wilson was right today.

About what, darling?

About your looking

so beautiful.

Did he say that?

He did.

"The memsahib

was a sensation today.

A beautiful sensation."

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