Out of Africa

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He even took

the Gramophone on safari.

Three rifles...

supplies for a month and Mozart.

He began our friendship

with a gift.

And later...

not long before Tsavo...

he gave me another.

An incredible gift.

A glimpse of the world

through God's eye.

And I thought...

"Yes, I see.

This is the way

it was intended. "

I've written about

all the others...

not because I loved them less...

but because

they were clearer, easier.

He was waiting for me there.

But I've gone ahead of my story.

He'd have hated that.

Denys loved to hear

a story told well.

You see...

I had a farm in Africa...

at the foot of the Ngong Hills.

But it began before that.

It really began in Denmark.

And there I knew two brothers.

One was my lover,

and one was my friend.

It's too cold for champagne.

It's too cold for anything but.

You said you'd be at Klampenborg.

I thought I'd come,

but then I didn't.

Was it fun?

Tanne?

Tanne, come on.

It's not as though you loved him.

You'd like to be a baroness,

that's all.

He lied to me.

Of course.

Would you be in bed

with him otherwise?

My brother's only dull,

but not stupid.

Pretend it's Hans.

Where would you go?

Anywhere.

America. Ceylon.

I would even go to Australia.

Well, perhaps not Australia.

But I've got to be away from here.

I'll give you all I've got.

That should get you into town.

God, it was fun.

You could marry me.

I have to marry a virgin.

I can't stand criticism.

For the money, I mean.

Probably.

Bror, listen to me.

I've got no life at all.

They wouldn't teach me

anything useful.

Now I've failed to marry.

You know the punishment for that.

"Miss Dinesen's at home."

You've gone through all your money.

You're off seducing the servant girls.

We're a pair, you and I.

I mean, at least we're friends.

We might be all right.

And if we weren't...

at least we'd

have been somewhere.

You don't think

you're being too romantic?

Am I supposed

to think you're serious?

I had a farm in Africa.

I had a farm in Africa...

at the foot of Ngong Hills.

I had a farm in Africa.

Good morning.

Have you had trouble?

Now and then. Have you?

No. I'm travelling to Nairobi.

Well, you caught

the right train.

Get away! Shoo! Shoo!

That's all my crystal.

My Limoges.

They didn't know

it was Limoges.

So you plan to stay, then?

I've come out to marry Baron Blixen.

Do you know him?

Bror? Yes.

We plan to start a dairy.

Are you quite famous?

They stopped the train for you.

It's rude not to here.

A dairy. Isn't it a bit soon

for milk at the door?

Aren't you boarding?

No, I'm going on.

On? To where?

Mention the ivory to Berkeley Cole.

Bror knows him.

I'm Baroness Blixen!

Not yet.

Finch Hatton, Denys!

Msabu, I am Farah Aden.

We can go now.

Where is Baron Blixen?

He's at Muthaiga.

Please, come.

Where is Muthaiga?

Muthaiga is a club

where British go for drinking.

Please.

Listen. On the train are my crates

with china and crystal.

Do you know china?

Yes, msabu.

China, it can break.

Stay.

Excuse me.

I'm looking for Baron Blixen.

Rajiv.

Yes. I wondered if you might

Memsahibs must not be here.

I'm simply looking

Memsahibs must not be here.

Where have you been?

Where have you been?

Arranging things.

How was the trip?

You can tell me later.

Would you like to change?

My luggage is still on the train.

Room "D," head of the stairs.

I haven't done anything about a ring.

Do you care?

Did you think I wouldn't come?

I didn't think you'd want to spend

the money. You will love it here.

Servants are wonderful.

Shall we get a drink?

We've got almost one hour

before the wedding.

One hour?

Is it all right?

I wondered what colour you'd choose.

It's ivory.

Oh, my God.

I've got this man's ivory.

Whose ivory?

I'm Sarah, Lady Belfield.

Shall I stand up for you?

Thank you.

Short or long?

Long, please. Give me time

to adjust to it.

Settle down, all.

By the authority of

His Majesty's government vested in me...

I declare that

the Baron Bror Von Blixen...

citizen of Sweden, and

What's your name, my dear?

Damn it, Henry, I told you her name.

Karen Christentze Dinesen.

Karen Christentze Dinesen...

a female subject

of the King of Denmark...

are henceforth united

man and wife.

God save this company.

God save the king.

Thank you for this.

Did you hear about Shuttleworth?

No, I said.

"He's living up country," he says

"in a tree with a baboon."

"Male or female?"

I said to him.

"Female, of course." he says.

"There's nothing queer

about old Shuttleworth."

Sarah, where's

your muddle headed husband?

The governor's at the punch bowl

hoping to avoid you.

Would you like to meet the bride,

or did you just come for the whisky?

Not for the company,

God knows.

Lord Delamere,

may I present Baroness Blixen?

Baroness Blixen,

Lord Delamere, such as he is.

Baroness.

A Swede, are you?

No. Danish, actually.

The little country

next to Germany.

If it comes to war,

where will Denmark stand?

On its own, I hope.

We do have that history.

Is there something we can call you

that gets around this "baroness"?

What do they call you?

"D," if I'm lucky.

My stupid name's Felicity,

but I do like your dress.

Oh, thank you.

That's not much

of a hat, though.

It's meant to be stunning.

We die of sunstroke here.

At least

I'm safe from the mosquitos.

The big ones.

Good Lord.

You nervous?

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