The Snows of Kilimanjaro Page #3

Kiss you good-bye?

Well, aren't you extravagant?

- You stay here and be brave.

- [ African Language ]

[ African Language ]

Harry! Harry!

- Harry.!

- Go back.!

- Go back!

- Harry!

Look lively. Look lively.

- Harry!

- [ African Language ]

Harry.!

[ Gunshots ]

- [ Snorting ]

- [ Gasps ]

- [ Drums Beating ]

- [ Men Chanting In African Language ]

[ Chanting Continues ]

It's a funny moment when an animal

comes out of the bush at you.

A million things

seem to happen at once.

- Is it always like that?

- It's very simple.

Either you run or you get busy.

It's not at all simple.

You could write a lot about it

if you could get it just right.

Different feelings

at the different times.

Today it was like,

uh, an explosion...

of purest joy.

It was like a dam bursting.

Why is it everyone who comes to Africa

has to write a book about it?

One silly beggar

even dedicated his to me.

Never came back,

or I'd have shot him in the pants.

Can't you two let it alone,

even at night?

- Well, we're talking about your rhino.

- He wasn't mine.

He was all yours.

All we did was polish him off for you.

[ Chanting ]

Anybody want another look

at that horn?

A pretty good horn.

What's the matter with me,

Mr.Johnson?

Everybody isn't required

to like Africa, you know.

I try to put up a show

because I know he loves it so.

But all of it-- the hunting, the killing--

it terrifies me.

See here. This thing

that he was talking about--

the excitement-- call it courage.

The way he feels it is a man's feeling,

natural in a man.

Grows in a man and makes him a man.

Not particularly to his credit

if he has it...

but something lacking if he hasn't .

A woman shows her courage

in other ways, many ways.

I've got another fear now--worse.

I'm going to have a baby.

What?

We came to Africa for trophies.

Harry's got his, and I've got mine.

Well, it's natural enough, isn't it?

Shall I tell him?

What'll he think?

Mr.Johnson,

when I first met Harry--

- How's your drink?

- No, thanks.

I'll have some.

All my life, I'd just been drifting.

Nobody, no place.

I guess you'd say I had

no personal security.

But when I first

got to know Harry--

You should've seen him in Paris.

Have you ever been to Paris?

No. Unnatural maybe,

but I never had the desire.

Makes no difference.

You've seen him here.

There was I, weak and needy.

And there was he,

strong and confident.

Every bit of me said

this is all of it.

When we first went

to live at his place...

I was happy just to sit and watch him

as much as I could...

content to just sit still and hold on

to my feeling of safety.

But Harry was never still,

even when he worked.

No sooner had he finished his first book

than he said we were going to Africa.

I didn't want to stir,

but I felt that if I told him so...

I'd lose something.

And now he's -- He's already talking

about other places.

If I tell him about this anchor,

this child...

this-- this load of responsibility--

It isn't things I want-- believe me,

nothing like it--

but only him as a rock

to hold on to.

So, shall I tell him now...

and risk beginning to lose him...

or put it off and see

if something happens?

Isn't it enough I have to guide

you greenhorns on safari?

Am I hired to be an old nurse too?

Be Mr.Johnson, my friend.

- Really?

- Please.

Now, see here.

I'm just a hunter.

I can only say it

the way I know how.

It's when you run away,

you're most liable to stumble.

[ Laughs ] Well, they may have

better horns in museums...

but 33 inches is nothing

to be ashamed of.

- Good night.

- Good night.

- What's the matter with him?

- He's going to bed.

It's too early.

I feel too good.

Oh, I wonder if there'll ever be

another time as good as this.

- Harry--

- Listen.Just listen.

[ Animals Lowing, Screeching ]

[ Trumpeting ]

[ Lion Roaring ]

That's a bedtime lullaby, eh?

There's an awful lot

of everything there is in this--

hunger, love, hate, fright.

[ Roaring ]

[ Roaring ]

There's a wonderful book in it.

Maybe I'll write it someday.

Darling.

Don't spoil it.

Don't talk it all away.

[ Bleating ]

Now, as soon as you reach Paris,

see your own physician.

I'm sure he'll confirm

what I've told you.

You'll have to be quiet.

No running about. No excitement.

Probably means your spending much

of the time in bed.

- Clear?

- I understand.

Some women are like that.

If you want the child

badly enough...

it won't seem

like such a sacrifice, now, will it?

Shall I have a talk

with your husband?

Oh, no. I'll tell him.

Thank you, Doctor.

- Good luck.

- Thank you.

- Oh, I'll take that.

- [ African Language ]

- Oh,just put it right there, please.

- Yes, darling.

Hmm? Oh!

I thought you were--

- On the table, sahib.

- Look what just arrived.

A letter from the publisher

and a check.

It isn't very much,

but it's a check.

- Everything's gonna work out all right.

- What will, darling?

All of it.

Say, what'd old sawbones say?

Nothing frightful?

Didn't pick up a fever?

- No, I--

- What did I tell you?

All you need's a change of climate.

We'll go directly to Madrid.

We'll have the bullfights,

the Grecos at del Prado...

then up to Pamplona

in time for the fiesta.

- Harry.

- Luckiest timing in the world.

Darling, couldn't we just go home?

Home?

Where's that?

You mean back to Paris.

Well, why?

Just to go home.

Look, darling, we can get

a nice apartment with the check...

with a room for you to work in.

You don't have to go

to Spain, do you?

No, darling, I don't

have to go to Spain...

or anyplace else.

You just want to.

Look, Cynthia, if I have to sound

like a lousy stiff that had a mission.

I'm trying to become a writer.

It's a writer's business

to buzz around...

find out about things for himself...

not sit on his can in a comfortable chair

and reach for a bookcase...

for something to crib from.

And after Spain?

How do we know?

I mean, you never want

this other normal thing?

I'm trying to explain

what is my normal thing.

- With maybe children?

- Children?

Darling, I want a child

more than anything in the world.

Something of my very own

to hold on to.

Well! Well, sure.

[ Chuckling ]

I love kids, but later.

We've got lots of time.

Look, Cyn, the world is a market...

in which you buy

what you want--

not just with money, but with your time,

with a lot of things.

It's an exchange.

You give something, and you get something.

I'm giving up a piece of my life...

to get something

that I need for my work.

Later on, we can afford what we can afford.

It's as simple as that.

I see.

Can I fix you a drink?

It's a little bit early, isn't it?

It seems to me to be just about

the right time. Do you object?

No.

Look, Cyn, if you have

this yen to go to Paris...

well, you can go there.

Without you?

I'm not saying that I want it.

I'm just saying

that you can go there.

Or if--

If it's a matter

of life and death...

okay, I'll go with you.

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