Born Free

Pati!

You monster.

Nuru, don't leave the drinks

where Pati can get at them.

I'm very sorry, Memsahib. That bad, Pati!

It's not really her fault.

You're not supposed to put temptation

in the path of an alcoholic.

She's not a... She's a rock hyrax.

Yes, and a disgrace to her species.

Anyway, we'll all have to be more careful.

- I'm sure it can't be good for her.

- Yes, but she likes it.

I Know. Now, where did I leave my paints?

Here, Memsahib.

Thank you, Nuru. Will you take Pati?

Thank you.

Now, no more drinking.

I am Joy Adamson...

...and for many years my home has been

in the northern province of Kenya...

...where my husband, George,

was senior game warden.

One of his duties was

to deal with dangerous animals...

...who were a menace

to either human life or to crops.

And we were on safari

in the Boran region...

...where a man-eating lion

had been reported.

Look out!

You've been very successful, haven't you?

- Joy, can you spare a minute?

- Yes, I suppose so. What is it?

I've a little something for you.

- Do they belong to those two up there?

- Yes.

We had to kill the mother.

I'm sorry. She attacked us and

we didn't know why until it was too late.

Poor little dears. Come here, darlings.

Careful!

One gave Sam a first-class scratch.

Not very good-tempered, are they?

Neither are you when you're hungry.

I don't suppose you've fed them.

No, I can't say I have.

You didn't pack any lion's milk

for me before I left.

You didn't ask me.

Come on, darlings, never mind that brute.

We'll feed you.

We'll make you strong and healthy.

Come on.

Well, that wasn't a great success, was it?

But why don't they?

It's at least two days since they've eaten.

- They'll just die.

- Yes, I Know.

It must be the formula.

We haven't hit on it yet.

- We'll just have to try again.

- Right.

Back to the drawing board. Formula...

Thirteen.

George, I've just been thinking

about the cod-liver oil.

Do you think we put too much in?

Twenty-four hours later,

they were still refusing food of any kind.

They were actually dying of starvation

before our eyes.

Formula seventeen.

To be perfectly honest, I'm beginning

to wish I hadn't brought them back.

Come on, darling. Come on, sweetie.

What is it?

What are we going to do with you?

Why won't you eat?

Don't you see you'll die?

Come on, baby,

there's a little sweetie baby.

My little sweeties.

There.

There.

A little nap

and they'll be begging for more.

Yes, thanks to Elsa.

Who?

- The one who took the milk first.

- Oh, yes.

- But why "Elsa"?

- I don't know.

Well, I suppose I do really.

She reminds me of a little girl

I knew at school.

She was the smallest of us all

and not good at games...

...but she was bright and brave and good,

and I liked her very much.

- Her name was Elsa.

- Fair enough.

You're wonderful, too, darling.

After all, you're the one that did it.

Why, sure.

They said I couldn't do it, but I did it.

Formula seventeen. You're a genius.

You really ought to put it on the market.

No.

You see, it would never work

without one special ingredient. This.

I'm not putting that on the market.

Even as babies,

each had a different character.

The largest one,

we called her the "Big One"...

...was vain of her size and strength.

The second largest, Lastika,

was the clown of the three.

But my favorite, of course,

was the smallest, Elsa.

A weakling in size

but the bravest of them all...

...she loved to explore

and investigate and examine.

And there were no limits to her curiosity.

In the wild, she would have been

the throw-out of the pride...

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