Mogambo Page #3

in the moonlight, doesn't it?

Wait a minute.

You're turning

into the original African hotrod.

I can always quit.

You can be nice and sweet

when you want to, can't you?

How do you know?

Maybe you spoke too soon.

I'm warning you. I'm searching.

I'm looking, really I am.

I'll look with you for a little while.

Still pounding away at that old rogue?

Hi. It's the only piece of jazz

I've been able to find around this place.

It's been played more in the last week

than the last 30 years.

No kidding.

Have you been out here that long?

I came out here for my health.

- I found it. I'm still here.

- Where did you get that scar?

An old buffalo charged.

First barrel misfired,

and we danced around a bit.

- That's one way to die, isn't it? Dancing.

- I don't know.

- Where did you get yours?

- What?

Your scars.

You've got them,

though they're not visible.

Sorry. I'm a nosy old idiot, my dear.

You're pretty smart.

Nice, gentle smart, though.

Someday when I know you better

I'll tell you all about it.

Listen to old Trader Horn out there.

"Attaboy. Chop, chop, bwana master."

- All packed, Kelly?

- My, we're busy as... Packed?

The boat's here in 10 minutes.

Muntala'll take your luggage to the dock.

Animals ready for loading, Brownie?

Yes.

Hi, sweetie.

Hello, baby.

Come and say goodbye to your mommy.

Your mommy's going home.

Now, you be a good little boy.

Wash behind your ears every day,

and eat all your nice raw potatoes...

...so you'll grow up to be

a big, fat elephant.

And then step on your

Uncle Victor's corns every day.

Oh, oh, the boat. Yeah.

- I'll see your baggage aboard, my dear.

- Thank you. You've been very sweet.

- You're a nice girl.

- I get it, Brownie.

He's running a business

and I'm a bottleneck.

Sometimes a man can't see the one tree

because of the forest.

Someday he's gonna bump

into the wrong kind of tree...

...and get his nose busted.

Take care of yourself, Brownie.

And him too.

Here we are.

I wish you could stick around for a while,

but I'll be too busy...

Don't spell it out for me.

You know, my little white hunter,

it's high time I was on my way anyhow.

It's been...

- It's been nice having you here...

- Yes.

It's certainly been something

I didn't expect.

When the rainy season starts,

I might fly up to Paris.

If you happen to be there,

we might run into each other again.

Might.

Take it easy. Drop me a line.

- Hello, Vic. Hello, Brownie.

- Hello, John.

I have the happiness

to present Mr. Nordley.

- Mr. Marswell?

- Yes.

How do you do? We finally made it.

- Mr. Nordley, Brown-Pryce.

- How are you?

And Mrs. Nordley.

Linda, darling.

- Mrs. Nordley.

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