King Solomon's Mines Page #3

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Tomorrow we take the train

for the german camp in barumba,

and there i will have only two words

to say to you:
"talk or die."

That's three words.

You...

if by the time we reach barumba you have

not revealed the way to the mines,

i will peel off your skin,

inch by wretched inch.

Was machen sie hier berhaupt?

Sorry, pal. No sprechen sie the language.

"Gun" i understand.

Mind if i smoke?

I've got it!

Get in!

Dogati and the germans are on my tail.

- Umbopo, come on. Come on.

- Come on.

Come on. Come on, get in.

- What's this?

- It's a dummy.

They come in handy sometimes.

I'll take it.

Brace yourselves.

Faster! Faster!

- Watch out!

- Oh, my god!

(muezzin chanting the call to prayer)

Move these people! Drive over them!

No.

Get away. Give me this gun.

- It's suicide.

- Scheie!

- We can't leave father here.

- I know where they're taking him.

Morning.

Hey, come on. Get up. Time to get up.

God.

- Morning already?

- Yeah. We got a train to catch.

You know what i was dreaming about?

What?

Never mind.

We have to get a few things straight.

Finding your father is not gonna be easy.

That means...

pretty.

So that means you will do what i say

when i say and how i say.

And if you got any other little secrets

lurking around, you better tell me now.

- Crank it up, umbopo.

- You know everything.

Besides, you should understand

why i was so secretive.

After all, what did i know

about the great white african hunter?

You could have stolen my map,

slit my throat and buried me.

Hell, i could still do all that.

Umbopo, hop in.

Umbopo.

I guess he doesn't trust your driving.

He doesn't trust anything

that moves without eating grass.

- Come on, umbopo. Get in.

So when you're not terrorising

darkest africa, what do you do?

I'm a student. Archaeology. You can

imagine studying archaeology in lowa.

So when my father went to london

to teach, i tagged along.

Quatermain...

i'd like to thank you. You've...

well, you've been very kind to me.

Kindness had nothing to do with it. It's the

thought of all those ten-pound diamonds.

You don't even believe in the mines.

No, i think it's the thought of rescuing

a damsel in distress that appeals to you.

Miss huston, you are not in distress,

you cause distress.

(whistle)

Ah, here it comes. The train to barumba.

- Umbopo!

Here she comes.

Do you think it's gonna stop?

I don't think it's gonna stop.

- It'll stop.

- It's not gonna stop.

(whistle blows)

Nope. It's not stopping.

It's gonna stop.

It's not gonna stop.

It's gotta stop.

Damn. It's not stopping. Come on.

I'm gonna look for your father. My hunch

is they've got him in the caboose.

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