White Hunter Black Heart Page #7

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You're sitting around stewing like|a dame who's just been kicked out of bed.

You're either crazy...

...or the most egocentric, irresponsible|son of a b*tch that I've ever met.

You're about to blow this whole picture|out of your nose, John.

And for what?

To commit a crime.

To kill one of the rarest,|most noble creatures...

...that roams the face|of this crummy earth.

And in order for you to commit this crime,|you're willing to forget about all of us...

...and let this whole goddamn|thing go down the drain.

You're wrong, kid.

It's not a crime to kill an elephant.|It's bigger than all that.

It's a sin to kill an elephant.

Do you understand? It's a sin.

It's the only sin that you can buy|a license and go out and commit.

That's why I want to do it before|I do anything else in this world.

Do you understand me?|Of course you don't.

How could you?|I don't understand myself.

Well, if you don't need me, then I'll|take the plane to London tomorrow.

You do that. I've never been one to interfere|with anything a friend of mine wants to do.

- How do you do? It's nice to meet you.|- Welcome. My wife.

- Hello. How do you do?|- Good morning, welcome.

- Nice to meet you. Nice to meet you.|- How do you do?

- Well, hello.|- Welcome. Welcome.

Miss Gibson. Right here.

Pete!

Pete! Where's John? Why isn't he here?

I'm going back to London|on the next flight, Paul.

What happened? Where's John?|Where's the script?

- I sent you the script. Didn't you get it?|- I got half of it.

- There's only one copy?|- No. John has the original.

If he hasn't lost it,|which he probably has.

- How are you, Pete?|- Hi.

- Where's the ogre?|- He's out scouting locations.

I hope you boys have|improved the script.

What Kay means is,|is her part gonna get bigger?

Not at all. I don't mind if you do|the talking and I don't say a word.

As long as I get to play|a real human being.

Beautiful, Kay. Come with me.|Come this way. To the side.

Mr. Duncan! Can we have one of you|with your new bride?

How do you want it, boys?|Passionate or domestic?

Can we have a kiss?

Thank you very much.

Peter, think. Think what will happen|to the morale of the company if you go back.

They'll think something terrible is wrong.|I can't start a picture that way.

Paul, don't you understand? Something|terrible is wrong! The man has the fever.

It's just like any passion.|It's irresponsible and it's destructive!

I understand how you feel, but we've got|a picture to make. You've got to stay.

You've got to help me get him back. If he's|not back in three days, we'll all be ruined.

Apologize to him.

Go on, apologize to him.

No. I won't apologize to him, Paul,|but I'll tell you what I will do.

I'll get that script from him. Because|you hired me to write a script.

And it's the best writing I've ever done.

And I'll be goddamned|if I'll let that bastard destroy it!

- Hello, chaps.|- Where's John?

- Well, believe it or not, he's gone.|- Gone where?

He's visiting Kivu's village up|in Semuliki. It's the truth.

Ogilvy and Kivu convinced him|that's the best place to find a big tusker.

- So off they went.|- Sh*t.

- And how far is that from here?|- About six miles.

Most of it through swamp.

- There's been a change in plans.|- What's that?

The boss has decided to start|shooting the film there.

Made up his mind yesterday when we|finally cleared the trucks through customs.

He seems to think Kivu's village|is much more authentic.

The company can stay|at the hunting camp.

Have a pleasant day.

There it is, there.|That must be the village there.

I don't believe it.

I just don't believe it.

What about the village we built|at Masindi? It cost a fortune.

Lockhart says John plans to use|that for the big fire.

He'll move back there once|he's finished in the Congo.

I'm not going to let him do it! I'm not|going to send people to a place like that.

I'll call off the picture first!

You've already invested|over 100,000 pounds, Paul.

I'll pay it back if it takes|the rest of my life.

Why don't you just tell everybody|that it'll be rough.

- But it'll make for a distinguished film.|- No, we can't do that.

- Why not?|- Because we can't!

Either we call it off|or we play along with Wilson.

We can be honorable or crooked.|There's no middle road.

Well, I don't agree with you.

I've always found that it's better|just to tell the truth.

If I had always told the truth, Pete,|I would now be a cake of soap.

- Does this look familiar to you, Pete?|- Yes, Paul, we're getting close.

It's awfully primitive.|Where's the hotel?

- Well, here it is. Home away from home.|- Well, I think this is quite lovely.

Holy sh*t.

Oh, do come in, chaps. Do come in.

I've been looking forward|to seeing you again.

May I present Madam Dorshka|and Mr. Zibelinsky, our hosts.

Well, this is glorious.

This is marvelous.

And this is Count Ogilvy,|my new white hunter.

Hello, John.

- So wonderful to be here.|- Excuse my friend.

- How do you do? Very glad to see you.|- Hello, John.

- Hello, John.|- Pleasure to see you all.

- How you doing?|- Cheers.

Well, have some champagne,|everyone, and let's get with it.

- Cheers, John.|- With the evening.

I trust you all enjoyed|our borscht la Russe?

- Excellent. Absolutely first class.|- Spiffing.

And now we have|the pice de rsistance.

It's a freshly killed reedbuck|from Semuliki plain.

The female of the species, just to prove|that God does not let man off the hook.

So I told Anatole that he should not let|Paulette ever do that again.

John, can we stop playing games?

Playing games, dear fellow?|I don't quite understand.

Well, we have to get started tomorrow.

Red has to go out to the location.|You have to check the costumes.

I'm willing to do anything|you suggest, dear boy.

That is, within reason, of course.

Well, first of all can you drop that phony|English accent? And for God's sakes...

...abandon your role|of the great white hunter...

...and become a movie director again.

Listen, you Balkan rug peddler...

...my role of the great hunter,|as you put it, is my own business.

It has nothing to do with you.|It's a sacred subject.

Much like the sex life of my mother.

It's something you'll refrain from talking|about or even thinking about.

It's way too difficult a subject|for your small little brain to grasp.

It's a passion that's beyond you.

I'd have to explain to you the sound|of the wind and the smell of the woods.

I'd have to create you|all over again...

...and stamp out all those years you spent|on the dirty pavement in cramped shoes.

I'm not interested in your hunting.

It doesn't mean a thing to me except|when it interferes with the picture.

How is it interfering|with the picture? When?

I haven't even gotten the last section|of the script yet!

Oh, dear. Well, I'll correct|that immediately.

Kivu!

You've finished your rewrites, have you?

He polished it, Pete,|and gave it a little balls.

It has to be typed.|Copies have to be made.

The ape!

Somebody get hold|of the goddamned ape!

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