The Snows of Kilimanjaro Page #4

I'll go change the tickets.

Harry!

[ Man ]

Get a doctor.! Call an ambulance.!

[ Bell Ringing ]

- Mr. Street?

- Yes.

- I'm Dr. Simmons.

- How do you do? How is she?

I'm sorry to have to tell you

she lost the child.

- The what?

- You didn't know, Mr. Street?

Exactly what happened?

They told me at the hotel that there'd ...

been an accident. That's all.

A nasty fall. She'll be quite all right

after a few days' rest.

Do you actually mean

you didn't know about the child?

Don't you people talk to each other?

You did it deliberately.

- It was an accident.

- You did it because of what I said.

It was an accident.

I stumbled.

You didn't have any right to do it.

It was my child too, you know.

Don't , darling.

[ Sobs ]

Oh, Cyn.

Oh, darling.

Stupid little idiot.

Now... we can go to the bullfights.

[ Crowd Cheering ]

For this one,

I got seats way up here. Better?

Anything you say, darling.

From up here, you can see

the whole thing as a spectacle.

It's quite a sight.

- [ Crowd ] Ol!

- [ Man ] Toro!

Ol.!

Ol.!

Ol.!

Ol! Ol!

- Ol.!Ol.!

- Toro.!

Ol.!

Ol.!Ol.!

Ol.!

[ Guitar ]

You know, darling,

I think that dancer likes me.

All right. The dancer likes you.

I like you too, darling.

Yes, but his liking is new,

and yours is old.

An old, old story that's ending.

What did the telegram say, Harry?

Darling, you don't want to be childish.

You've read it.

They offered me an assignment

to cover the fracas in Damascus...

between the Syrians and the French.

Yes, that's what it said,

but that isn't what it meant.

- It meant that I'm beginning

a lifetime without you.

- That's real nonsense.

Then why didn't you ask me

to go with you?

Darling, there's a war

going on there.

There's a war going on here too--

right here at this table.

There's a dandy little war going on.

- Darling, you shouldn't drink too much.

- No, no.

I shouldn't do a lot of things too much.

I shouldn't love you too much.

I'm awfully bad for you.

We're so hopelessly in love,

and we can't make it work.

That's nonsense, darling.

I shouldn't have wanted

to be happy too much.

I expected it to come like a gift.

Then I shouldn't follow you around.

I'm a drag on you,

and I hate every bit of it.

I shouldn't even have wanted

to have your child.

- It wasn't fair to you.

- Cynthia. Cynthia.

Cynthia.

You've got to forget that.

You're driving yourself crazy.

Yes, I ought to forget.

I ought to just go back

to Paris alone, as you say...

and not drive myself crazy at all

while I wait for you and wait and wait.

Don't you even know you're lying?

- I'm not lying.

- No.

No, it isn't a lie yet.

It won't be a lie until you go away

and discover you're not coming back...

but are going on and on

and see the whole world...

even if you lose it for us.

You know, I think this dancer

likes me very much.

All right, the dancer

likes you very much.

It ought to make me very happy.

It makes me feel dreadful.

Shall we invite him

over to the table?

Do you think his manners

would be as nice as yours?

Do you think he'd ask me first

if I'm Harry's lady?

Women can pick the times

to start a row.

It's not a row, darling.

It's very sad.

You with your ambition,

me with my guilt.

A lot of things are sad.

Why do they put the pads on the horses

in the bullfights?

- I've told you that.

- Tell me again.

It isn't so the horses

won't feel the hurt, is it?

It's only for the spectators...

so they won't see

the horses' insides.

Yes, it is for the protection

of the spectators.

I knew you wouldn't like the horses.

But I desperately like the horses.

I know just how the horses feel,

with their nice pads to protect

them from the spectators.

You ought to put some pads

on me to protect you, poor darling.

Cynthia, will you kindly,

kindly, kindly stop?

Yes. I shouldn't talk too much.

That's another of the things

I do too much.

Excuse me for a moment?

Excuse me for a moment?

Harry!

It's all right, dear.

I'll be back in a jiffy.

[ Flamenco Dancing Continues ]

- Bravo!

- [ Cheering ]

[ Applause Continues ]

[ Guitar Resumes ]

Will you send this

right away, please?

Immediately, Seor Street.

The lady left, seor.

Where did she go?

I don't know, inasmuch as she left

with the dancer.

She what?

She said to tell you, if you inquired,

there was no use of looking for her.

She said she is not coming back.

[ Guitar Continues ]

[ Ends ]

[ Gasps ]

[ Speaking African Language ]

Where's the mem?

[ African Language ]

[ African Language ]

She went out to kill something.

She's very good at killing.

I taught her.

[ African Language ]

Heigh-ho!

When the party's over, you're likely

to get left with your hostess.

[ African Language ]

Oh, yes.

Here she comes now.

Yeah. I suppose I'm as well off

with her as any other.

[ African Language ]

She's a splendid woman

by all standards.

Maybe if I close my eyes,

she'll go away.

- Make a good shot?

- Oh!

- Hello.

- Hello.

Rather a good shot--

through the shoulder.

You shoot marvelously, you know?

- How are you feeling?

- Better.

I thought maybe you would.

You were sleeping when I left.

- Shall I relieve Molo?

- No. He wants to shave me, and I want to talk.

- Well, everyone must have someone to talk with.

- He's the perfect audience.

Doesn't understand a word I tell him.

Therefore, we don't quarrel.

Let's not quarrel anymore,

no matter how nervous we get.

You needn't be afraid of me anymore.

I'm not afraid of you.

I never was.

- Will you call me if you need me?

- Sure.

Come back anytime

you feel like it. Molo.

[ Both Speaking African Language ]

You know...

you Africans may have the right system

with women at that.

Buy one for a few cows--

whatever it is you happen

to use for money.

And if she isn't satisfactory,

you get your money back.

We use our emotions.

And if it cracks up...

we don't get anything back.

Ouch!

[ African Language ]

[ Chuckling ]

Sure, sure.

Bwana's whiskers very tough.

A lot of things are tough.

You know, son,

there was one woman--

And what a woman.

I wrote a book about her too.

Another woman, another book.

Wasn't about Spain or Africa

or anything that I cared about.

But into it I poured

the anger that I felt...

and some dirt

and belly-laugh humor--

Just right to tickle

the smart ones on the Riviera.

And I'd found something, son.

I'd found success.

You swim very well.

Naturally, when I have

an incentive--

swimming to you, darling.

Do you do everything else as well?

I swam over-- Don't , Harry!

- [ Both Laughing ]

- What's the matter?

You afraid of startling the fish?

Afraid of you.

Frigid Liz.

I swam way over to tell you

that I've changed your plans.

- You are not going away tonight.

- No?

Well, swim around and tell me

why you think I'm not.

Because you run around,

and what does it get you? Only dizzy.

If you have to write, I have a typewriter

at home I'll let you call your own.

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