White Hunter Black Heart Page #5

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Come on!

- Think the other hand knows how?|- Go, Harry. You got him now.

You got him on the run.

Finish him!

Finish him off, why don't you?

Come on!

Yellow bastard.

Steady on, old man.|Fair's fair, eh?

Please don't get up, Mr. Wilson.

Aren't you gonna stop it?

Come on.

Where is he?|I'll kill the bastard.

He's called it quits, John.

- I told you he was yellow.|- I think you had better get a doctor.

He's hurt that bad?

And he almost killed you.

You're full of crap. I was about ready|to finish him off when you grabbed me.

All right. You're back|in your room now, John.

- I am.|- Yeah, it's all over.

How about that?

I feel pretty good, really.

It's like I always tell you, kid.

You gotta fight when you think|it's the right thing to do.

Otherwise, you feel like|your gut's full of pus.

Even if you get the hell beat out of you.|If you fight, you feel okay about it.

"Dear Pete:
Of all the wild animals in Africa,|John Wilson is the wildest.

I beg you to do everything you can"...

Everything you can|to bring him to his senses.

Next time he picks a fight with an employee|of the hotel or the company...

...you have my permission|to hit him from behind.

Paul.

Good morning!|How are we?

Good morning.

- Can I do something for you?|- No. No, you can't, Ralph.

But you can do something|for yourself.

What's that?

Stick to your own job|and stop spying on Wilson.

Spying?|What the hell do you mean?

You told Landers Wilson provoked a fight,|didn't you?

And that's bullshit. Someone should have|hit that bastard a long time ago, Ralph.

You do realize you're backing|the wrong horse, don't you?

Wilson is the boss, and there's not|a damn thing you can do about it.

- Phone, Mr. Lockhart. London calling.|- Yes, all right.

Just remember what I said.

Have a pleasant day.

I would have had him in no time|if you hadn't stopped me.

No, I agree, John.|He only knocked you down 15 times or so.

I was just getting onto his style.|Another 10 minutes, I would've killed him.

- In any case, it was worth doing.|- It certainly was.

I've arranged for you to fly|to a hunting camp on Lake Albert.

You can pick up the Ruki River|there and scout it by boat.

The camp's owned|by a man named Zibelinsky.

- He's laid on a safari, if you have time.|- We'll have time.

Mr. Wilson, Mr. Landers is|on the phone from London.

Well, you tell him|you just missed me.

- John, it might be important.|- You tell him that I've gone on a recce.

Goodbye, you worthless son of a b*tch.

Goodbye, you pearl|of Central East Africa.

Goodbye, you lake flies.

Goodbye, you flat-chested,|bucktoothed women.

Goodbye forever.

Hello, anybody home?

Hello.|You chaps looking for me?

The name's Hodkins.|Your new airplane driver.

- This is Mr. Wilson, Pete Verrill.|- Call me Hod.

If you don't mind, we better get going.|Don't want to start out late for the Congo.

Hod, I understand you have never|flown in the Congo before.

I should be able to find the way.|But if I can't, well...

...we'll just set down in one|of those big trees and spend the night.

Only problem with that is, it's a little|difficult getting it up the next morning.

Well, as a famous pilot once said, "It's all|worth it. Including the final crash. "

Well, that's Pete's philosophy too,|isn't it?

I'll get the luggage.

So, this is...

This is really your first time|over the Congo, Hod?

Yeah, quite. Yeah.

Abyssinia!

It's just like the airlines, eh?

- Yes.|- I'll help you.

- It's the spot.|- That's it.

I think I'm getting the hang of this.

You see this hill here?

The hill. Right here!|The hill!

Christ! Where's the stick?

Sh*t!

Jesus.|Oh, dear. Oh, dear. Oh, dear.

Thanks awfully, old boy.

Pete.

I'm gonna take myself a nap.

Please don't wake me up unless|you're sure we're going to crash, because...

...I wouldn't want|to miss something like that.

No.

Hey, all that fancy flying back there|didn't bother you at all, did it?

No, not at all.

It was your friend's idea.|I think he thought it was a good joke.

A joke?

What if the engines|would've stalled out?

Well, I was a bit worried, but the old boy|seemed awfully keen on his rib.

The old boy's a pain in the ass.

A bloody valet with wings.|That's what a pilot is out here.

Ranks right up there|with writers.

- That's what you do, is it?|- Yeah, that's what I do.

I was wondering what your part was.

I've got some very bloody funny stories|I should tell you.

A particularly good one was|when the squadron dog bit me in Khartoum.

- Was his name Horace?|- Horace? No, why?

Forget it.

- You must be Mr. Wilson.|- That's right. Mr. Zibelinsky.

- Delighted.|- This is Pete Verrill and Hodkins, our pilot.

- Quite a place you have here, Mr. Zibelinsky.|- Thank you.

Well, by George, here they are.|The hunters from Hollywood.

- How did you get here?|- Came with a pilot who knew the way.

Right this way, Mr. Wilson.

I think I found a steamboat|for you, Mr. Wilson.

You have?|When can I take a look at it?

Day after tomorrow.

I'm having her put in dry dock|to check her bottom.

The Belgians want a bloody great|bond posted before we can use it...

...but we'll talk them|out of that one.

Where's Harrison this evening?

Down on the other location,|near Ponthierville.

Mr. Landers is still trying|to get in touch with you.

I'm sure.

We're going hunting in the morning.|Would you like to go with us, Ralph?

Customs bloke's coming over|from Tatsumu to log all my stuff in.

I say...

...is he always like this just|before a production starts?

Like what, Ralph?

He acts as if he couldn't care less.

He'll be fine, Ralph...

...once he's killed an elephant.

Good evening, gentlemen.

John, this is my wife, Dorshka.

- What a pleasure indeed, dear.|- Hello.

You know Ralph Lockhart?

- Yes, we met this afternoon.|- And this is Peter Verrill.

- Hello.|- Hello. Welcome.

- So you are a big-game enthusiast also?|- Well, more or less.

Well, it's a pleasure to have you here.|It's a pleasure to have you all here.

I hope you found|your quarters comfortable.

This is simply paradise.

Absolute paradise here.

In fact, I'm seriously thinking|of staying here forever.

Come on. Heave it!

- Well, what do you think of her?|- She's beautiful. Perfect.

Well, not quite.

She's very old, you see? And according|to the skipper, not all that seaworthy.

- Oh, she will be.|- Well, yes.

For everything except|the white-water sequence.

The skipper says|it would be far too dangerous.

She'd fall apart if you attempted|to run the rapids with her.

Actually, I called Mr. Landers|and told him about it.

He suggested...|Well, I should say, he insisted...

...that you cut the sequence|out of the film.

- He did?|- Right.

Wrong.

No, she looks sound to me.

Of course, there's only one way|to find out, isn't there, Ralph?

Do stop!

Stop, please! Stop!

Sh*t.

Are you convinced, Ralph?|Or would you like to continue on?

Oh, no!

I'm convinced.

So am I.

Well, has anyone heard|from our chief hunter yet?

He should be here soon.|I sent one of the boys over to fetch him.

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