White Hunter Black Heart Page #8

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Frontal brain shot!|And for God's sake, don't miss!

Oh, God. This makes|it all so worthwhile.

- Oh, isn't this wonderful?|- My God, what a performance.

- They really love him, don't they?|- They sure do.

Or, if you've got time|this afternoon, we could-

John, scene 244.

Pete, I'm surprised to see you here,|last night. I thought you'd be in Paris...

...devoting yourself to literature and all|those things you know nothing about.

Yeah? Well, I thought you'd have|your big tusker by now.

Stick around, kid. Stick around.

When do we start?

Sh*t.

No shooting today, folks.

Where you going, John? John!

I'm going hunting. We can't shoot|the sequence in the rain.

- Well, how long will the rain last?|- Oh, it could last for days.

It's the beginning of the rainy season.

Why didn't somebody tell us|about a rainy season?

I did! I told Mr. Wilson.

He just said, well, the days he couldn't|shoot the film, he could shoot elephant.

At this rate, I'll be in debt|the rest of my life.

- Come here, you little devil!|- Now, I feel this...

...this change is appropriate, but John|seems to think it's a bit complicated.

Why complicated?

That's a good question, Kay. And if I|could sit John down someday, I'd ask.

No luck? No elephants?

Well, we saw plenty of them. We just|didn't see the big tusker. The one I want.

We'll get one. These rains won't|stop for another week yet.

You think so?

Sh*t.

It's going to be a clear day.|We can finally start the picture.

I'm sending the company|to Kivu's village.

John, we've been sitting|here for five days.

We're already a week behind.|We haven't even got one shot.

All right.

- All right! Let's make a movie!|- I'll believe that when I see it.

Boss! Boss! Boss!

He never looks at the script, does he?

Nope. He's afraid he'll lose|his artistic spontaneity.

What are you two grousing about?|What's wrong, Paul?

I'm on the spot. I'm ready to make|magic. Make you rich.

- What the hell's the matter with you?|- Nothing.

Wait. John. Kivu sent him.|He's onto a big herd.

- Is that right?|- About three miles from here.

What are we waiting on?

John, the sky is clear.

You've got plenty of unloading to do.|Plenty of work. I'll be right back.

- Well, how do I know you'll come back?|- Send your boy Pete if you don't trust me.

Go with him. Make sure he doesn't forget|we're starting a picture.

- He doesn't need me.|- That's right. And it may be risky.

You're onto a big one?

What's he saying?

We'll leave the boy here.

John.

Please, let's go back.|They're waiting for us.

Well, let them wait.

Bad country, this. Walk right up to|a big tusker before you'd ever see him.

- What's he saying?|- He says they're just beyond these trees.

It's a big one, all right. But there|are cows and young ones with him.

- What do we do?|- It's no good. I don't like it.

- What does Kivu say?|- I don't care what he says.

I've killed more than 500 of them.|And I'll tell you, this is not the day.

How many chances does a man get?

That's never a reason|to do something wrong.

Would you ask Kivu what he thinks?

- He says he's willing to try.|- Of course he's willing. He's got guts.

Jesus Christ, John! Give it up.

- It's his word against mine, Mr. Wilson.|- I'm asking, will you come along?

Come on, Kivu.

No!

What are they saying, Ogilvy?|What are the drums saying?

They're telling everybody what happened,|that's all. The bad news.

- It always starts with the same words.|- What are they?

White hunter. Black heart.

White hunter. Black heart.

You were right, Pete.|The ending is all wrong.

John, we're ready.

All right, quiet please, everyone.|Ready, Miss Gibson?

Ready, Mr. Wilson?

Roll them!

Speed.

- Mark it.|- Scene one, take one.

Action.

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