Hatari! Page #3

I'm beginning to see things.

I thought I saw a girl in Sean's room.

You saw a girl.

That's what I said.

I thought I saw a girl.

Pockets, you did see a girl.

- I did?

- You did.

Good! Now, I don't...

- Well, who was she?

- I don't know.

- Don't start that again.

- What?

"I don't know."

- Sean, he just said...

- Please!

Morning, everybody!

Morning, Pockets.

- Look what I found.

- What's this?

Cameras, lenses,

a real professional outfit.

Your room-mate.

- Professional?

- Photographer?

Didn't a photographer write to the Indian?

- From a zoo in Switzerland.

- Basle, wasn't it?

Yeah, but...

that was signed by a man, I think.

Well, go get the letter!

Sean, what does he mean,

"your room-mate"?

- The girl in my bed last night.

- Sean!

I didn't know her!

- What was she doing in your bed?

- I don't know.

Here it is. It's signed on the bottom.

A M D'Aless...

D'Alessandro.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

I don't think I have met everybody.

We'd better introduce ourselves.

They call me Pockets.

They tell me we met last night.

I remember you. Who wears

the other half of your pyjamas?

I do. My name is Kurt Mueller.

I know you. I covered the Le Mans race

three years ago.

You should have won.

That crash... Too bad.

I don't know... He walked away from it.

I'm Luis Francisco Garca Lpez.

I don't wear pyjamas.

And this is our boss,

Miss Delacourt. We call her Brandy.

How do you do?

I'm not really their boss.

They were my father's friends.

Now we all work together.

I know of your father.

One doesn't work at the zoo long

without hearing of Frenchy Delacourt.

Kurt, Luis, will you help me

to check the motor on the truck?

Yes, boss.

- Will you have some breakfast?

- Thank you. Just coffee.

- Just coffee. Codfish cakes?

- No, thank you.

Miss... D'Alessander?

- D'Alessandro. "Dallas" is easier.

- Thank you.

- Did you sign this letter?

- Yes, of course. Why?

Because A M D'Alessandro

sounds like a man.

You mean because I'm a girl,

I can't do the job?

I mean we've got trouble enough.

Why not find out

what kind of girl I am before deciding?

- I wish I had the time...

- What about Miss Delacourt?

- She goes out with you.

- She was born and raised here.

She can drive as well as anyone here,

except Kurt.

She can shoot a gun as well as anyone,

except the Indian.

- Can you handle a gun?

- No.

Have you ever been hunting?

- Have you ever been to Africa?

- No...

Well, I'm sorry, Dallas,

about the misunderstanding.

We're short-handed, there isn't time to...

...take care of an amateur?

That's what I was going to say.

I'm sorry.

Well, I'm sorry, too.

I hate to do this.

I would prefer that you wanted me.

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