Clarence, the Cross-Eyed Lion (1965)

[bunniefuu]

[roaring]

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

[music]

[crowd yelling]

[dog barking]

[speaking in Swahili]

It's back again.

[lion growling]

[chickens clucking]

[goat bleating]

[chickens clucking]

[goat bleating]

[lion growling]

Put me through to Dr. Tracy.

The lines are down?

Give me the drum.

[drumming]

[birds chirping]

[monkeys chattering]

[roaring]

That's what they said, doctor.

That's right--

Daddy, isn't

that lion the most--

Alright, I want Irwin to get

as much antibiotics as possible.

Now what's this about

this crazy lion?

That's what the drums have been

saying all morning.

The lion went in

with the goat

and the goat came out

without a scratch.

Honey, put Irwin down.

I think he's had enough.

Did he, uh...he go

after any children?

No, doctor.

- Hmm, dogs?

- No, doctor.

- Chickens?

- No, doctor.

[leopard growling]

Alright, Abner,

this won't hurt at all.

Well, if that's true.

Daddy, it is.

The drums wouldn't lie.

Well, it's a pretty wild story.

But, uh, we oughta check it out.

Do you know

where this lion was seen?

- Yes. It was--

- The dry river.

Let's go see if we can find

a lion that behaves like a lamb.

Husseini, put the little one

back in its cage, will you?

Ndio, memsahib.

Oh, Husseini, when memsahib

Julie Harper comes for supplies

tell her we'll

be right back.

Ndio, bwana.

Let's stop and pick up

some dead meat.

Dead meat?

For a lion?

Obviously he can't hunt,

so we'll put him to sleep

with a few grains of

chlorpromazine and find out why.

Hop in.

[engine revving]

[no audio]

Well, what do you know?

There's Sheila.

You know, I haven't seen her

since her last inoculation.

[rhinoceros snorting]

She looks fit, daktari.

Didn't Sheila

have a bad temper?

Oh, no worse than any rhino.

You know, I think I'll go over

and see if she remembers me.

I hope she doesn't remember

daddy. She hated those shots.

You can never tell

about a rhino, Miss Paula.

[rhinoceros snorting loudly]

Daddy!

Yeah, she remembered me.

[laughing]

[rhinoceros snorting]

[lion growling]

Well...he's found the meat.

Juma, let me have

those glasses, will you?

Yes, daktari.

Well, I'll be...

So that's it.

Take a look.

Daddy, he's cross-eyed.

Yep, no wonder

he can't hunt properly.

He can't focus his eyes.

We'll take him to the compound.

- See what we can do for him.

- Oh, good.

It looks like the first square

meal he's had in a long time.

That meat won't

hurt him, will it?

Oh, no. It'll just put him

to sleep nice and peacefully.

There. See?

[gorillas grunting]

[grunting continues]

[birds chirping]

What's that?

It's from a camera.

I don't like cameras.

Or people who use them.

Boss, look at the size

of that footprint.

Yes. It's either

from a very small man.

Or from a woman.

Now, I want you to wait

for me right here.

Don't move.

Stay.

[Doris chattering]

- Good morning, Miss Harper.

- Hi.

Come on, Doris. Come on.

[faint growl]

[shrill screech]

Well, leave it to Marsh Tracy

to find a character like you.

Well, maybe we could

operate or something.

I don't know. You know about all

those things. Don't you, daddy?

I mean, cross-eyes isn't...

Cross-eyes aren't.

Cross-eyes isn't

or cross-eyes aren't, daddy?

Call it Internal Strabismus,

honey, and you can't go wrong.

Well, whatever you said.

It isn't incurable, is it?

No, honey.

But it's a long process.

And besides, he's gotta

get used to people first.

Good, then after he's tame

I can keep him as a pet

and specialize in lions.

Like Julie and her gorillas.

But none of my gorillas

are cross-eyed.

[both]

Julie.

- You have a good trip down?

- Yes.

- How's it going up there?

- Fine. The family's fine too.

Now, stay there, Doris.

The silverback male

with the scar on his nose

has finally gotten used to me.

The skinny female is skinny

again. She's had a baby.

Oh, good.

Mother and daughter doing well.

Have you seen our lion?

- Oh, have I?

- 'You have, haven't you.'

Daddy's gonna try

and cure his cross-eyes

and I'm gonna keep him.

Wanna play some chess?

Come on, Paula. Give Julie

a chance to get her breath.

- Come, sit down. A drink?

- I'd love it.

- Husseini. Pink gin?

- Pink gin.

[speaking in Swahili]

I'll do it.

Ah.

Fill me in.

How's it been going?

- Oh, fine.

- Good.

I'm right in among them now.

and they pay me no attention.

[Doris chattering]

Thank you.

- Right?

- Good.

Husseini made a chocolate cake

especially for you.

We'll have it for dessert.

Well, if you can get

that box away from Doris.

That's for you. I picked up at

the post office on the way in.

Oh, thank you, Julie.

What is it?

I bet it's the snap-on diapers

for my baby baboon.

Well, honey, why don't you

open it and see?

[Doris chattering]

Oh-h.

That was very nice

of you, Julie. Thanks.

[Doris chattering]

There must be something

that goes here.

Hmm.

Oh-h!

[chattering continues]

[lion growling]

There. That's

much more sensible.

Oh, nuts.

[Doris laughing]

Paula, need any help?

Oh, no, thank you.

I'm doing fine.

That oughta shake 'em.

How do I look?

Well, honey, uh-h.

You-you look...you look..

Seductive, daddy?

Very seductive.

Thank you, Julie.

Ouch. Ah.

Growing pangs.

[Doris chattering]

[lion growling]

Wait a minute, Husseini.

I want another piece.

Paula, that's the third

piece you've had.

I thought the cake

was for Julie.

[Julie]

'That's alright.'

It's for later.

[Julie]

'That was very

good cake, Husseini.'

Thank you, memsahib.

She's got a sweet tusk.

Uh-h, incidentally, young lady.

Isn't it...uh, about time

for you to hit the sack.

Oh, gee. Thanks, dad,

for reminding me.

[dramatic music]

[lion growling]

Alright, I'm coming.

[lion growling]

[growling continues]

"Abilard, Alan, Alice?"

Oh, golly, that won't do.

Would it?

How about "Aloyisius"?

"Billingham, Berti,

Bertam, Bernard."

Oh, no, you can't have that.

That's our ostrich.

Well, "Cecil?"

"Cedric?"

What about "Clarence?"

Oh, you like that, don't you?

Cut it out.

That tickles.

Well, Clarence it is!

From now on,

you're Clarence, aren't you?

The cross-eyed lion.

Hey, that has a nice ring to it.

Hey, come on, stop pushing.

Come on, Clarence. Go to sleep.

I better get back to bed

'cause I'm a growing young women

and I'm not supposed to prowl

around at night anymore.

Well, Clarence.

Good night.

[faint growling]

Cut it out, Clarence.

Mary Lou!

Mary Lou.

You know you're not allowed out

at this time of night.

Now, you get in here

and go to sleep.

And don't forget to leave

Mr. Rowbotham alone

when he comes tomorrow.

Oh! When he comes today.

[Doris honks]

[Marsh]

Leavin' already? Mornin'.

Yes, got to get back to camp.

It's a long drive.

Come on.

Where's Paula?

- Why? Is she up?

- Yes. She was up before I was.

Oh-h.

Well, then, I know

where she is.

Stay! Stay there, Doris!

[Doris chatters]

[Clarence roaring]

[Doris honking]

[Marsh]

Paula, you're too close.

Oh, it's alright, daddy.

He knows me now.

[Paula]

'Could I move him

closer to the house?'

Then, if he needs

something tonight, I..

Is that alright, daddy?

He'll be good for her.

Every child

should have a little pet.

His name's Clarence,

and he likes it.

And I'm not a child anymore.

[Clarence growling]

Do you think

he has double vision?

No, I don't think so.

But I haven't had a chance

to examine him yet.

[Clarence growling]

But we can keep him, can't we?

Well, with a name like Clarence.

We wouldn't dare

turn him loose, would we?

Oh, good.

I'll have him eating out

of my hands in a few weeks.

Okay.

[honking continues]

You're a good boy, Clarence.

Doris, don't be so impatient!

- Well, see you next month.

- Right.

- Come back!

- Just take it easy, huh?

Bye.

- Bye.

- Bye, Julie.

It brightens the day

when Julie is here, doesn't it?

Yep. Those gorillas of hers,

don't know how lucky they are.

The word's yes, darling.

Not yep.

Yes, daddy.

Daddy, did mommy know Julie?

Oh, no, honey. Why?

She would've liked Julie

very much.

- Yep.

- The word's yes, daddy.

Why does she spend

so much time up in the forest?

Well, that's her work, honey.

I worry about her.

It must be terribly dangerous.

Oh, there's no danger.

Nothing up there

except gorillas.

Come on, I'm hungry.

[intense music]

[birds chirping]

[whistles]

[music continues]

[loads r*fle]

[upbeat music]

[music continues]

[Marsh]

Paula!

Get your basket.

She's done it again.

Come on, Juma.

Mary Lou, will you give up

and come down?

Or I'll make you into a handbag.

How would you like that?

[Paula]

'Mary Lou, stop scaring

Mr. Rowbotham.'

'Or I'll never get

an education.'

Now stop pouting.

Come on down.

That's a nice girl.

[Paula]

'There, that's much better.'

'Just curl up and think about

behaving yourself.'

There we go.

Uh!

Alright, Rupert.

You can come down now.

Are you sure, it's gone?

[Marsh]

'Yes, it's quite safe.

Come on down.'

Thank you very much.

[Clarence growling]

Uf! Uh!

Paula, you promised me

you'd tell that-that animal

to stop stalking me.

She isn't stalking you,

Mr. Rowbotham.

She just loves you.

Then her affection

is totally misplaced

and entirely

unreciprocated.

Rupert, I'm afraid animals

just naturally take to you.

Why I continue

to come here of all places?

I really don't know.

One calamity after another.

Inflicted on a weak

uncomplaining body

that only wants

to be left alone.

[sighs]

Where are my things?

Oh. Now, Paula. Did you do

the lessons I left with you?

Yes indeed, Mr. Rowbotham.

[Rupert]

Well, that's something.

I was rather heroic,

wasn't I?

No, not really.

[Rupert sighs]

I found one or two mistakes

in your last week's

English lesson, Paula.

Oh, dear.

Uh, sit like a lady, dear.

For example, define

the word "platonic" for me.

It means people

who like each other

but don't smooch and stuff.

Like daddy and Julie.

Not a very

articulate definition.

And the most

improper remark to boot.

Now, uh, and the plural

of octopus.

Well, octopuses, I suppose.

No, no, no. Octopi.

[Clarence burping]

Good heavens.

What was that?

Oh, wind.

Phew. Oh. Now, I wonder

if you would be so kind.

After all, your lungs

are somewhat younger than mine.

[laughs]

I love a little joke.

[blowing]

[hen clucking]

[blowing continues]

[Marsh]

'Paula.'

Honey, I thought

you'd like to know.

Erwin's responded

to the antibiotics

and he's gonna be fine.

Well, Rupert,

he's really quite harmless.

It is a firmly established tenet

of my philosophy

that no, absolutely no animal

is harmless.

Oh, well, uh, uh,

forgive me for interrupting.

[Clarence growling]

You know, we really have to do

something about his indigestion.

After the lesson I'll give him

some milk of magnesia.

Well, that oughta help.

[blowing continues]

Thank you, but there is nothing

wrong with my, uh, digestion.

[blowing continues]

Well, if you are quite ready

with my globe.

Phew! Now, where were we?

[Rupert]

'Oh, yes, of course.

Uh, the plural of octo..'

'May I have your attention?'

The plural of octopus is octopi.

Hippopotamus, hippopotami.

Cactus, cacti. Stimulus,

stimuli. Radius, radii.

Appleus, apple-pie?

And we can manage

quite nicely, thank you.

Without the gratuitous

flippancy.

- Gratuitous, gratuiti?

- That was rather cheeky.

[Rupert]

'And now for geography.

Don't fidget, dear.'

Paula, pay attention.

[Rupert]

'Now, uh.

Where are we?'

Please, don't fidget.

We'll start with,

uh, Istanbul.

'It's a nice bright blue.

Don't fidget, Paula.'

Look, can't we go to Africa

this week, Mr. Rowbotham?

I'm tired of China and Europe

and all those dreary places.

Paula, your knowledge of Africa

I fear is limited to a somewhat

distressing affinity

with its fauna.

An affinity which I personally

can only regard

'as alarming in the extreme.'

[laughs]

Now, one reason for my own, uh,

intellectual equipoise.

Lies in my constant

and determined avoidance

of all contact

with the animals.

This is a cardinal point

of my philosophy.

Which I feel you might do

very, very well to emulate.

You mean I should be like you,

Mr. Rowbotham?

Oh, well. Example is the

most rational form of education.

But the animals love me,

Mr. Rowbotham.

Come to think of it,

they love you, too.

Precisely why I will continue

to regard them.

Uh! I beg you pardon.

With a sensible

and proper suspicion

and avoid all personal contact

with them whatsoever.

Oh, this heat!

We must remember

that in the animal kingdom

man is served..

[Clarence roaring]

...for dinner. Oh!

[Clarence growls]

[hens clucking]

[roster doodles]

Ah-h!

Mr. Rowbotham!

[serene music]

[Husseini]

'Bwana.'

[speaking in Swahili]

Oh, no! Now come on, Clarence.

Get out of there.

Now don't be so damned

pig-headed!

Come on. Out. Come on, Clarence.

Come on. Get out. Come on.

Come on. Good boy.

Now you stay there.

Paula! Paula?

Come on, honey. Shake a leg.

Oh, no. Get him

out of there.

Alright, Clarence.

I've got dibs on the front seat.

Come on, Clarence.

There. Now go over there.

[faint growling]

Ah...alright, I give up.

Unhook him.

A fine how-do-you-do.

[music]

[Clarence growls faintly]

The water level

looks pretty good.

Yeah. Well, let's go

take a look, huh?

[Paula]

Now behave yourself, Clarence.

And stay there.

Well, we have our usual

herd of wildebeests and zebra.

[Marsh]

'Two or three oryx.'

And about a half a dozen

Tommy gazelles.

Two or three kongoni.

[Marsh]

'Hey, hey! Look here.

It's a greater kudu.'

A couple of young giraffes.

[upbeat music]

And one father.

Now stay there, Doris.

Come on, turn around, baby.

Yeah, there you are.

Here, let me see.

Oh, Doris, I don't like

the look of that.

I think you need a doctor.

I better get you

to Marsh Tracy right away.

Come on.

Now, I want you to wait

for me right here.

[Marsh]

We've got enough holes

for the new fence, now.

[man shouting]

- What'd he say?

- I'm not sure.

[speaking in Swahili]

Something about

a girl in a pit.

A girl in a pit

with a leopard.

- A leopard?

- A leopard.

Let's go!

[tribal music]

[speaking in Swahili]

[speaking in Swahili]

Huko! Huko! Huko!

[female screaming]

[leopard snarling]

[female screaming]

Gr-r-r.

[Marsh]

Get the net.

[Marsh]

Try to separate 'em.

Get on the other side.

[screaming]

[growling loudly]

[screaming continues]

[speaking in Swahili]

Your hand. Give me your hand.

[speaking in Swahili]

[leopard growling]

Juma, get the net

over the leopard.

[leopard growling]

I'll give him a hypo

and take him back with us.

[growling]

[leopard snarling]

Daktari,I'm coming!

[Marsh]

Juma, get him.

Get the hypo!

sh**t it.

Doctor Tracy,

I think you need a doctor.

Yeah.

Thanks, Juma.

And take it easy.

That's a little sore, honey.

Now, take it easy there.

I should put a couple

of stitches in that.

No, no. It's not that serious.

Tape will be fine.

You've stitched up animals

before and you've always said--

I know, I've stitched

up animals.

But I'm a doctor.

I say tape. Now, just.

- Uh-h! God!

- That oughta hold it.

I wonder who that could be?

- Hi.

- Julie.

Hey, this is

a pleasant surprise.

Marsh, what happened

to your arm?

Had a little fight

with a leopard. Nothing serious.

What am I saying?

It hurts like the devil.

- Would you give me a hand?

- How many stitches?

Are you kidding?

Adhesive tape.

No! Stay away from Doris.

She has thrush. It's contagious.

She does?

Well, let's have a look then.

Come on now, Doris.

Open up.

Open...oh.

That's a good girl.

You do have a little spot there.

Yeah, now, come on

over here with me.

We'll take you to the hospital

and fix you right up. Come on.

Come on.

Come on, Barbara.

Come on, Barbara.

Hey, Juma, you wanna

take Barbara out?

- Makes this patient nervous.

- Right, doctor.

Paula, get some swabs, will you?

And the boric acid solution.

Here now, Doris.

Sit down. There.

When we catch it in time.

It is easy enough to cure.

- Think we are in time?

- Oh, sure.

It's a good thing you brought

her straight down though.

- She's only got a little spot.

- Poor Doris.

Oh, Paula run down

to the house

and make some of your special

medicinal porridge?

That'll cure her

if anything will.

Ah-ah, hands!

Here, here.

That should do it.

You'll be your sweet self

inside an hour.

Good.

Hey, it's raining.

We made it just in time.

[thundering]

Don't forget to disinfect.

How's the hot water?

I'd really love a bath.

It's good and hot.

And it is all yours.

And a hot bath

for everybody.

That's enough

hot water, Husseini.

Ndio, memsahib.

[hissing]

[Paula singing]

♪ The moon is smilin' ♪

♪ Kumbaya ♪

♪ The moon is smilin' ♪

♪ Kumbaya ♪

♪ The moon is smilin' ♪

♪ Kumbaya ♪

♪ Da na ♪

♪ Kumbaya ♪

♪ Na na ♪

♪ Kumbaya ♪

Ah, that was very nice, honey.

Thank you.

It's, uh...it's getting

pretty late.

[Marsh]

'Aren't you

getting tired, honey?'

Who, me, tired?

Oh, I've never felt more..

Ah-h...tired in all my life.

- Goodnight, Julie.

- Goodnight.

You look pretty.

That color suits you.

Goodnight, daddy.

Goodnight, honey.

Sleep tight.

Julie, um...

I was wondering.

Yes?

How much longer

you gonna be up there?

- That depends on you.

- Oh.

Well, on the foundation.

How are we doing for funds?

Oh, well.

There's no problem there.

Julie.

Yes?

Would you care for a cigarette?

No, thank you.

Drink?

No.

Comfortable?

Yes.

- Anything I can get for you?

- No, thank you.

Paula's right.

That, uh...color does suit you.

[door knock]

Hey, there's someone

at the front door.

I'll get it.

Excuse me.

Golly, daddy, are you a drag?

Mr. Rowbotham!

Uh, my motor car

is playing silly buggers.

I wonder if I might..

[Paula]

'Golly, Mr. Rowbotham,

I'm sorry about what happened.'

'I mean, Clarence and all that.

It was rather--'

Paula, Paula, Mr. Rowbotham

is waiting to come inside.

- 'Daddy, I was trying to say-''

- 'Yes, honey I know, but--'

[sneezes]

Can't you apologize inside?

After all Mr. Rowbotham

is soaking wet!

I was hoping

you might notice.

Oh, Mr. Rowbotham, just don't

stand there. Come on in.

Yes, sir, uh...we'd better fix

you up with a spot of brandy.

Brandy? Oh, my goodness, no.

I never touch hard liquor.

We have some food

on the table

or I can make hot cinnamon wine

before you catch a cold.

You better change these

wet clothes. Lemme--

- Don't. No. No. No.

- I won't peek, honest.

If I could, uh,

just have a blanket.

Yes. Paula, will you get

Mr. Rowbotham a blanket?

Come on, Rupert.

Sit down and have some food.

Doris, time for medicine.

- Evening.

- Oh, good evening.

- There.

- Good evening, madam. Oh.

Paula, help Mr. Rowbottom

with his food.

Uh, uh, Paula.

Miss Harper,

if I have told you once

I have told you a hundred times,

or at least twice.

My name is Rowbotham.

With a "t" and an "h"

as in pith helmet.

Of course, I beg your pardon.

Mr. Rowbotham.

Exactly. Uh, and another thing.

One facet of man's superiority

over the animals

is his ability to use tools.

As I think you will agree.

Including spoons. So, if you'll

permit me to feed myself.

Thank you very much.

This is really...

quite delicious.

You see, she can use tools too.

Oh! Uh, uh, dear lady.

That, uh, ape is aping me.

[laughs]

Oh, I do love a good pun.

You know, I have never

really liked porridge before.

What is this, uh, Quaker Oats?

No. Bamboo shoots, cassava roots

plantain bark, wild mushroom

and elderberry, all ground up

and moistened with sour milk

and castor oil.

This is for this patient.

Well, I think perhaps,

if I could

just have that,

uh, cinnamon drink?

Did she say "castor oil?"

Well, it's good for you, Rup.

Only good, Dr. Tracy,

for a condition with which

I am happy to say I am

not at the moment afflicted.

Oh.

Ah, well done, Paula.

She takes more after

her father every day.

Ah, girl children always want

to take after their fathers.

That is what makes the work

of an itinerant educator

so very, very difficult

and unrewarding.

Isn't that rather a lot?

Daddy says it's the best cure

for a head cold.

The more, the merrier.

Well, I don't think it will

do me the slightest good.

Mr. Rowbotham,

you're a skeptic.

Intelligent skepticism, sir,

is the only way

to intellectual chastity.

[Marsh]

'Quite.'

Well, I must say, it's really

quite surprisingly tasty.

Amazing.

It's good.

Ah.

Do you think you really should?

Oh, well, if you insist.

Phew! Really, it's getting

quite muggy, isn't it?

Oh, thank you very much.

To very good health.

[hiccups]

[Rupert singing

"Danny Boy"]

♪ Oh, Danny boy, the pipes

the pipes are callin' ♪

♪ From glen to glen

and down the mountain side ♪

♪ Oh, the summer's gone

and all the roses fallin' ♪

♪ It's you, it's you ♪

♪ Must go and I must bide ♪

♪ Oh, then come ye back ♪

♪ When spring

is in the meadow ♪

♪ Or when the valley's hushed ♪

♪ And white with snow ♪

♪ It's I'll be here ♪

♪ In the sunshine

or in shadow ♪

♪ Oh, Danny, boy.

Oh, Danny, boy ♪

♪ I love you so ♪

[hiccups]

[snoring]

Oh.

Oh, Mildred.

[rooster crows]

Good morning, Doris.

No. Now, leave this.

[Doris chattering]

Oh!

Rupert, you're a very

restless sleeper.

[hens clucking]

[Clarence growls]

[Carter]

Where's Dr. Tracy?

Well, hello, Carter.

Hello, Tracy. What on

earth are you doing now?

[Carter]

'I always wondered how the

Leopard got his bloody spots.'

[Marsh]

'Well, now you know.'

Can't be much future, old boy,

for a chap who goes around

painting leopard's rumps.

What?

Well, you see,

when he's released

'any ranger who spots him

will report his movements.'

[Marsh]

'That's how we keep track

of his migratory habits.'

We've gotta keep tabs on as many

of the animals as we can.

Really?

What an extraordinary waste

of effort.

Well, Carter.

We're extraordinary people.

No hope for the human race.

Be back in a minute, Juma.

[growling]

Well, what are you

doing up here, Carter?

Oh, nothing much, really.

Just, uh, passing through.

Is, uh, Julie Harper still here?

Julie? No. She's gone

back to her camp.

You missed her

by a couple of days.

Just my luck.

Heard she was here.

Hoped I might find her.

What the heck's

she doing up there, anyway?

She's carrying on

her late husband's work.

And he was one of the finest

anthropologists in the country.

Why don't you marry her?

It's hard for a widower bringing

up a daughter all on your own.

[laughing]

What are you trying to do,

Carter?

Play cupid or something?

Come on.

You'd make a good pair.

Probably come up

with a brood of baby gorillas.

Ha! That's rather funny,

isn't it?

No, not really.

That's the trouble

with you Americans.

You got no sense of humor.

[Marsh laughs]

Extraordinary.

Is that natural

or did you do it?

It's unnatural.

I didn't do it.

Well, I wouldn't put

it past you.

[Clarence growls]

Short on manners, too.

Seriously, Carter. Something's

cooking. Now, what is it?

Well, I'm on my way

to pick up a squad of askaris.

There's a major-bloody battle

looming up.

Fun and games

for everybody.

Come, wash the dust out of

your throat and tell me.

Jolly good idea.

I thought you'd never ask me.

[Marsh laughs]

Well, now, Carter.

What's all this about

a bloody-major battle looming?

You ever run across

this offensive fellow?

Armand Gregory. Caucasian.

Age, 39, height, 6 feet 2.

Eyes blue, weight 13 stones 6.

No, I only know him

by reputation.

Bit light on that gin, old boy.

Oh, I'm sorry.

There we go.

- What happened to the arm?

- Oh, a leopard.

You've got to expect that

in your line of business.

- Yeah. Thanks for the sympathy.

- Oh, not at all.

- Now, what's this about Julie.

- Julie?

Julie Harper?

Oh! Julie Harper.

It seems our much wanted friend

Gregory, was seen up here.

On the Ulinzi River.

Well, that's exactly

where Julie is.

Yes.

Bit of a sticky wicket,

isn't it?

We picked up one

of his men a while back

and the miserable fellow

talked his head off.

Seems Gregory's planning to trap

as many gorillas as he can here.

- Gregory's not a poacher.

- He is now.

The last six months

Gregory's been fighting

with a band of rebels

up north.

They finally kicked him out

and he is on the loose

with twenty of his mercenaries,

armed and looking for trouble.

The only thing

they haven't go, is money.

You know what a young gorilla

fetches on the open market?

Yes. About five

or six thousand dollars.

With a mob like that behind him

Gregory can trap 15 or 20

young gorillas

and pick himself up

the quickest little fortune

you could wish for.

And then, with men, arms and

money, Gregory's goin' to be

a considerable thorn

in the administration's side.

Better get up there

and get Julie out.

No rush, old boy.

He's made a rendezvous

with his men for the 25th.

That's when they start the drive

and when the trouble starts too.

Because, I'll be waiting

for him with a squad of askaris.

Nice if Julie's out by then.

You see what I mean?

- Yes, I do. Very clearly.

- Splendid fellow.

Ah-h-h.

Jolly good gin, old boy.

Jolly good.

It's American.

Really?

It's not bad though.

It's quite decent.

Extraordinary.

[gorillas hooting]

[hooting continues]

Oh, you found a pineapple.

[hooting continues]

Oh, Doris, what have you done?

Oh, Doris, you're a nut.

You gave all the ripe ones

to your relatives.

You're an idiot.

You really are an idiot.

- Hi.

- Hi.

Well, the place is a mess.

Wish I'd known

you were goin' to come.

Yeah, this isn't exactly

a social call.

Well, how's she doing, huh?

Come on, look up at me and see.

You came all the way up here

to check on Doris.

Well, no. I, uh, came to

take you back with me, Julie.

Gregory is moving into the area.

- Who?

- Armand Gregory.

What's he doing here?

Well, he's got a bunch

of armed mercenaries.

Only this time,

he's on a trapping expedition.

Gorillas.

'All he can get

and anyway he can get 'em.'

Well, he's not gonna get

my gorillas.

Pack what you need and be out

before the sh**ting starts.

What sh**ting?

Well, Carter is bringing

some askaris to try to stop him.

When he runs into Gregory

it's bound to be a bit messy.

A mess?

What about my gorillas?

They do have a sound instinct

for self-preservation.

Against g*ns?

I know how you feel.

There's nothing we can do.

- So let Carter handle it.

- Sorry you came all the way.

Will you take her back

with you? I'm staying.

- You can't be serious?

- I'm here to study gorillas.

I care about them.

They're my friends.

Not about to go off and let

them be trapped, maybe k*lled.

Julie, it's your safety

I'm worried about.

- I'm worried about theirs.

- What do you think you can do?

I don't know.

But it took me six months

to get as close to them as I am.

- You know how difficult it is.

- Yes, I know--

No, you don't know.

Now, at last, they trust me.

They're allowing me

to move among them.

I can't leave them

and I won't.

- Now tell Carter--

- Tell Carter what?

I'm not about to go off

without you and that's that.

Alright, if you want

to stay, stay.

Oh, now, Julie,

don't be a bloody fool.

There's nothing you can do.

And there's nothing

you can do about me.

Goodbye.

[storm clouds rumbling]

[roll of thunder]

Marsh, want some of this tent?

No, thank you, I'm just fine.

Why are you

so stubborn? Give up.

I'll give up just as soon as

you agree to come back with me.

Oh-h-h!

Uh, Julie.

What a hell of a time

to have a fight.

Julie.

Julie.

Julie, how about

some coffee, huh?

Come on, I give up.

Go tell her I give up.

Julie..

Julie?

Julie?

Julie?

[gorilla hooting]

[softly]

Oh, boy.

[Julie]

'Marsh, stay out

in the open.'

[Julie]

Don't make a fast move.

Now, let them see you.

Show them you haven't

anything in your hand.

[gorilla hooting]

[Julie]

'Slowly look to the left.'

'Very slowly.'

[hooting continues]

'Alright, now move your head

slowly to the right.'

[gorillas hooting]

'Keep staring them

in the eye.'

[gorilla screeching]

How long do I stare at him?

[hooting continues]

They'll break in a minute.

[hooting continues]

It's alright.

They've gone.

Marsh, why did

you take such a risk?

I had to get you

out of here.

Believe it or not,

Carter's a pretty capable guy.

- Oh, God.

- Nothing you can do.

- Got an idea. Will you help me?

- Sure, if there's anything--

The river runs to the north

of us and to the east, right?

Yes.

Which way is Gregory

going to make his drive?

From the south, get gorillas to

water, which they won't cross.

Given enough time, a gorilla

will build a bridge, of sorts.

Yes, but they won't

have enough time.

What's to stop us

from building the bridge?

Yeah, you're right.

Come on, get your things.

Hold it. Stay there.

It's a Nagonzi trap.

And it wasn't made

by an African.

As long as there are animals,

they'll always be poachers.

I hate them!

It's an old one,

isn't it?

Uh, yeah.

Does it look like good leopard

country to you, Miss Paula?

Yes, it does.

He should run

straight for cover.

But just in case, Miss Paula,

you better shut the door.

Okay.

[leopard snarling]

[snarling continues]

Okay, go on.

Come on.

Go on, move out.

Go find your family, cat.

Go on.

Come on.

Go on, move out.

Don't you wanna go?

You've been cooped up

long enough.

Take the wheel, Miss Paula.

Drive it up a bit.

Alright. Hold on.

[engine revving]

[leopard growling]

[growling continues]

Hold on, Juma.

I'll pick you up.

[leopard snarling]

[leopard growls]

[panting]

You are your father's

daughter, Miss Paula.

Shall I drive

or would you like to?

Miss Paula, I like

the way you drive.

[engine revving]

- Uh-h.

- Ah.

It's not as tough

as all that. Is it, Marsh?

Well, let's just say that...one

of us is a little out of shape.

- Well, that ought to do it.

- Unless you think we need more.

No. No, I-I don't.

Better wash our,

our scent off.

[water splashing]

At least as much as we can.

[splashing continues]

Well, I sure hope that works.

- It's a little rough.

- The rougher, the better.

All they need is a way across

the river out of the trap.

It's fine.

Well, that ought to

fix monsieur Gregory's wagon.

Oh, I hope so.

[Gregory]

'On the contrary, I'd say

you've been of great help.'

I know who you are, Tracy.

Who's she?

None of your business.

If you've ever

heard of me, sweetheart

you must know what a nasty

fellow I can be at times.

I'm making a study of gorillas

for Dr. Tracy's Foundation.

My name is Julie Harper.

Another do-gooder?

Your gorillas, my gorillas,

they'll cross this?

No weapons, huh?

No weapons.

It takes all kinds

to make a world, doesn't it?

Tiny, get two nets

over the other side.

We'll drive the gorillas

over the bridges

and straight into the nets.

Don't know why I didn't

think of that myself.

It would have saved us

a lot of trouble.

You know how many gorillas

there might be in this area?

Roughly?

Find out for yourself.

It took me enough time.

You seriously think I won't beat

it out of you if I have to?

- Better tell him.

- About 40.

What?

About 40!

Forty. We get half of them,

we do alright.

Okay, I want you

out of my way.

You better go back

to my camp. Move!

Wait!

I don't want the gorillas

disturbed until we're ready.

You know how to move quietly?

And remember.

As far as I am concerned

you are both expendable.

So nice

and quietly, huh?

Don't use the bridge.

Take them through the water.

[water splashing]

Siesta time, Clarence, come on.

[chain clanking]

Mr. Rowbotham is comin', Paula.

He'll be here any minute.

Oh, no. Put her in her basket.

Husseini, will you? Please.

Can't find her. She's gone.

Mary Lou.

Mary Lou.

Come on, Mary Lou.

Where are you?

Oh, God.

[Clarence growling]

Oh-h, I know exactly

where you are.

Hand bag's much

too good for you.

I'll make you

into a pair of shoes.

I don't want to seem unkind.

But...if you don't

behave yourself

one of these days

I really will.

Come on. Ugh-h.

Mary Lou.

Now you behave yourself.

Come on. Come on.

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

Clarence, don't you dare!

There goes this week's lesson.

Gone with the wind.

Hey, that's a nice thought.

[cage rattling]

Test all the nets.

Those gorillas are strong.

Here, here and here.

That's where we'll start

the drive and we move north.

Now, we begin

in the late afternoon

when the gorillas are resting.

No, you can't.

[vehicle speeding]

You took your time

getting here.

We made a detour,

picked us up a souvenir.

We ran it down,

took me more than an hour.

[Julia]

Marsh, no!

Marsh!

[birds chirping]

Oh.

Marsh.

I told you, I can be

a very nasty fellow.

You can drink as much

as you want when this is over.

[glass breaks]

You've opened

his wound.

No.

Get me some bandages

and sulfur.

Sweetheart, I don't

even carry iodine.

And if I did. I would

not waste it on him.

There's a box of medical

supplies in his Land Rover

over at my camp.

Now, go on and get it.

Oh, what else?

Everything I need.

Go on!

Tiny, I'm going

over to their camp.

We just found ourselves

a nice Land Rover

full of medical supplies.

Have the boys ready

by the time I get back.

Oh, Marsh,

I'm so sorry.

I should've left

when you told me to.

No, no, no, that's okay.

I just wanna be here

when Gregory gets his.

What about Carter?

I don't know.

I hope he gets here soon.

Now, I know why I can't stand

to see a trapped animal.

I'm beginning

to feel like one.

Oh.

[upbeat music]

[music continues]

[chain clanking]

He's given up.

We've outrun that

cross-eyed calamity.

[Doris screaming]

[screaming continues]

Get off. Get off.

[g*nsh*t]

[Doris screaming loudly]

[g*nsh*t]

[g*nshots continue]

[Doris screams]

[g*nshots continue]

Alright. If that's the way

you want it.

Chimpanzees don't fetch

a bad price, either.

Stay there, huh?

[engine revving]

[g*nshots continue]

Get in here and stay down.

Ah.

Oh. Ow.

Ow. Ah-h-h.

- What are you doing here?

- Same thing as you.

[man screaming in pain]

Ah. Ah-h.

- Come on, let's get outta here.

- Okay.

Ah-h-h!

[g*n firing continues]

Ah-h-h!

[Carter speaking in Swahili]

Sergeant?

Well?

Six wounded, sir.

Seriously, I hope.

Good show, Sergeant.

Our team?

No casualties, sir.

Well, jolly good show.

[Marsh]

'Carter, over here.'

Well, jolly good

show there, too.

Tracy, old boy.

Alright, let him go.

This is Gregory's

right hand man.

Good. Put him with

the others, Sergeant.

Yes, sir.

No! I'll take care

of this one. Halt or I fire.

[g*n clicks]

Uh, Sergeant, some ammunition,

if you please?

Carter, he's out of range.

Now you've lost him.

Well, I used

to be pretty good myself

at the hundred yard's dash.

Stop!

Ah.

Knocked him cold, sir?

Sir? Sir?

Oh, sir.

Well, don't just

stand there, man.

- Cut me down.

- Yes, sir.

Are you alright, sir?

Thank you.

Ah.

[tribal music]

[music continues]

[Carter]

'Make 'em sit down.'

[Larson speaking in Swahili]

You know what he really

needs is a few band-A*DS.

That's a good idea.

You think I should

take off his pants?

If that becomes necessary

thank you,

I'll doctor myself.

[Marsh and Julie laugh]

I'd have you know

it's damnably painful.

Oh, I'm sure it is.

Now, hold on.

You have one more.

Brace yourself.

- Oh.

- Ow.

I'm afraid you won't be able

to sit down for a while.

I'll have to do my

drinking standing up, won't I?

Sergeant, lete glassi wa maji.

Listen, Carter. What are you

gonna do about Gregory, huh?

Oh, he'll probably

get clear away again.

He always does, you know.

It's depressing.

Wasn't that rather

a negative attitude?

Yes. Yes, it is,

isn't it?

Ah, care for a spot

of mother's ruin, old boy?

Oh, yes.

Thank you.

- Miss Harper?

- No, thank you.

English gin.

Oh, um. Well, I suppose

under the circumstances

we can't afford

to be fussy, can we?

Cheers!

[upbeat music]

[music continues]

[chain clanking]

[music continues]

Uh, ah.

Ah-h-h!

Uh, oh, help me!

Help. Oh-h-h.

Oh-h.

Ah-h.

[Doris chatters]

Oh-h. Help me!

Ah-h.

Oh-h.

Ah-h.

[coughing]

[Sergeant]

'Forward March.'

'Oh. Uh. Help me!'

Ah-h-h!

That's Gregory.

Ah-h.

Get a hold of the net.

Give me a hand with the net.

[Doris screeches]

Yeah!

Ah-h.

Ah.

[Gregory screaming]

- Sergeant, stop them.

- Yes, sir.

Stop!

[blows the whistle]

'Oh! Help me!'

[whistling continues]

'Help!'

'Oh-h. Oh-h.'

'Help!'

Ah-h-h.

Ah-ha. Scruffy looking fellow,

aren't you?

Hm? Hm?

[Doris chatters]

Take the wheel.

Quick. Hurry.

[Doris chattering]

Go on, get in there.

Last time you'll monkey around

the gorillas in my territory.

"Monkey around with gorillas."

That's rather funny, isn't it?

- No. Not really.

- Hmm.

And I saw my first

lions yesterday, mother.

At a distance.

They're very hard to approach.

But hold on, one just drove

through my tent in a jeep.

It was a Land Rover, honey.

Oh, was it?

Oh, alright. Land Rover.

Dammit, we've lost them.

Well, we're bound

to run out of gas soon.

We'll just follow the tracks.

Come on, change places.

[engine revving]

What a stroke of good fortune,

help me out.

Um, pardon me.

I wonder if you

would be kind enough

I mean, could you,

uh, possibly..

[Doris chatters]

Oh, my goodness.

You stay where you are.

Don't you come near me.

[chattering continues]

Hm, Oh, oh, oh.

Now I lay me down to sleep.

[Doris chatters loudly]

Oh. Oh, no. Go away.

Please. Do go away.

Oh, oh. I want my mother.

Oh. I've lived a good life.

[Marsh]

Well, I'm glad to see that

you two finally made friends.

Here, come on, old boy.

Now, come on, Rupert.

Now, old boy, we'll give

you a bit of a hand here.

There. There.

Come on, we'll take you back.

- Marsh!

- Rup!

[dramatic music]

Julie, you remember

up in Ulenzi

when you offered me

a share of your tent?

I remember.

Was that only

because of the rain?

No.

Well, if I offered you

a share of, uh, all this?

I think I'd come in

out of the rain.

[lion growling]

Check and I venture

to suggest quite possibly mate.

[Rupert laughing]

Now that daddy's fixed your eyes

you can stay with us forever.

Isn't it more comfy in here

than out there in the bush

with no one to play with?

I wouldn't be too sure

of that, Miss Paula.

Oh.

We just found them out

in the bush, Miss Paula. Look!

[cubs squeaking]

Uh, Clarence?

This is absolutely the end.