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hwpLook out! Get em!
Burn the place!
Harry!
Kill the girl!
Harry!
Mrs. Parker, tell him stop!
Koba, I tell him to stop,
you have to carry water every day
- from the well to the new garden.
- I walk. I carry. Just tell him stop.
Youll be nuts for it.
Turn on the faucet, out comes water.
Faucet. Bullshit.
Koba? Whos been helping you
with your English?
Miss Nonnie has.
Ill kill her.
Its only three weeks.
It wont kill you to be nice.
- Mopanis taking me on patrol next week.
- Thats out.
Why? Just because I have to baby-sit
some American boy?
No, because its dangerous.
Well, Mopani says Im ready.
I can hit a flying can at meters, Dad.
What are you talking about?
Shooting poachers?
Its only in self-defense.
- Mopani says Im ready.
- Mopani and I disagree.
- Dynamite.
- Hintza. Come.
- But hes your friend.
- You can disagree with friends.
- Not with your father?
- Disagree, yes. Disobey, no.
You know, Dad, people need to stand up
and fight for what they believe in,
or nothings ever going to change.
People need to sit down and talk.
Otherwise, people wont change.
All right.
Africa. First impression:
Bone dry and boring:
Dust everywhere:
Hunters Drift
is a very famous place, you know.
- What?
- Hunters Drift is a very famous place.
Famous for what?
Mr. Parker is the first wildlife commissioner
to employ the locals
and split the profits with them.
Oh. So, is there
anything to do around here?
We grow the food, take care of the reserve,
and if there is a sickness...
No, I mean, to do. You know, basketball,
go to the movies, any good concerts?
Three weeks: I hope they have
a satellite dish where were staying:
Or at least a VCR:
Steve.
Its good to see you, Liz.
Uh... this is Harry.
I was a good friend of your mothers
a long time ago.
Im so pleased you could visit us.
- Yeah, me too.
- Come on in. Lets get you settled.
Yeah, Id like to stretch my legs,
if thats all right.
- Wouldnt you like a cold drink?
- I think Ill work up a thirst.
He wanted to spend
his vacation in Utah, skiing.
- Oh.
- I had to twist his arm.
- I hope I didnt break it.
- No. Hell have a swell time.
This is beautiful.
Hey. Come on, Hin.
What? Stay.
Hey!
- Nonnie!
- Get out of the way!
Mr: Parker Get down!
Nonnie!
What the hell is going on, huh?
Are you crazy?
Look what you did to me!
- Nonnie, are you OK?
- Yeah.
Are you OK?
Didnt you see the sign?
What sign? Look, I was just
taking a walk, all right?
My names Harry Winslow.
Maybe you want to skip the handshake?
Paul Parker.
This is my daughter Nonnie.
Yeah. We met.
Hintza! Its for the cat.
You already had yours.
Harry! Oh, how nice you look.
Come over here
and sit next to Nonnie, OK?
Yeah, sure.
- Thanks for waiting.
- Waiting for what?
In New York,
its polite to wait for your guests.
Out here its polite to thank somebody
for saving your butt.
- My butt thanks you.
- "My butt thanks you. "
Is that how you say
"thank you" in New York?
- Thank you.
- Youre welcome.
Nonnie.
So whos that guy?
Thats Ricketts.
Hes one of my dads friends.
P?
P?
- No.
- Dad told me this place was a desert.
No. Thats miles west.
Its called the Kalahari.
Looks pretty green to me.
Well, it... The Kalahari isnt the Sahara.
Its got dunes, but theres also...
...but theres also bush and salt pans.
Nonnie, cat food belongs on the ground.
You have to talk to Daddy.
He says I cant go.
Slow down, slow down.
So is it true?
You arrested poachers before lunch?
Well, it was after lunch,
and the numbers a little bit off.
There were
coming at me from behind.
- So, will you talk to him?
- Ill try.
Ive got a present for you.
Oh...
It belonged to my father.
It was mine, now its yours.
Give it to your firstborn
and tell him about me.
You tell him yourself.
And you think killing
poachers is gonna do it?
No, but its a start.
Ive lost more elephants in the last
three months than in all of last year.
- Mopani, I have audits...
- Am I interrupting something?
...on every trade and exportation
company in the country.
- Paperwork. Thats all you got.
- I know were dealing with a corporation.
They must be getting ready
to make a shipment.
- What makes you say that?
- My petition locked the borders.
Exportation stopped, but poaching didnt.
All those tusks are stored somewhere.
- Can I see those?
- You can keep these. I have a copy.
Im going to Karlstown tomorrow
to have them analyzed.
Then Im gonna see
the Minister of the Interior.
And what will he do?
- Form another committee?
- What would you suggest,
- shooting them all?
- Thats exactly what I would suggest.
- Well, he who lives by the sword...
- Stays alive a day longer.
- Hes right, you know.
- Not you, too.
I mean about staying alive.
Paul, youre my friend. Let it go.
I really dont think you understand
the kind of men youre dealing with.
I understand theyre
butchering the soul of Africa.
- You talk like a bloody missionary.
- And why not?
This is the last country with a soul.
Thats cool.
Hi.
Shut up, Hin. Hintza!
Good night.
OK, Im coming.
What is it, Hintza?
Xhabbo!
Xhabbo.
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