The Most Dangerous Game Page #3

Those channel lights

must have been shifted.

- I wonder it hasn't been reported.

- Well, we'll report 'em...

just as soon as we get back

to the mainland.

You see, the count

has only one launch...

and that's under repair.

Russians are not

the best mechanics.

I'm afraid we'll have to be patient

a few days longer.

It's all right with me. I feel as if I

were living on borrowed time right now.

Speaking of that,

perhaps now you'll tell us...

a little bit

about who you are.

Just sketchily, you know...

born, married, why I left my last job.

No, no, no, no.

One moment, please.

Mr. Rainsford need never explain

who he is in my house.

We entertain a celebrity,

Miss Trowbridge.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Don't tell me. Let me guess.

I know. Flagpole sitter.

- I know. He wrote some books.

- No, he lived some books.

If I am not mistaken,

this is Mr. Robert Rainsford...

who hunts big game

so adventurously.

Yeah? Here's to ya.

- I've lugged a gun around a little.

- "I've lugged a gun around a little. "

No, I have read your books.

I read all books on hunting.

- A papiroso?

- Thank you.

Only in yours have I found

a sane point of view.

- What do you mean, "sane"?

- Cigarette?

- Hmm? Yeah. Thanks.

- You do not excuse what needs no excuse.

Let me see.

How did you put it?

"Hunting is as much a game

as stud poker...

only the limits are higher. "

- You have put our case perfectly.

- Then you're a hunter yourself?

We are kindred spirits.

It is my one passion.

He sleeps all day

and hunts all night.

And what's more, Rainsford,

he'll have you doing the same thing.

We'll have capital sport together,

I hope.

Don't encourage him.

He's had our two sailors so busy...

chasing around the woods

after flora and fauna...

that we haven't

seen them for three days.

But what do you hunt here?

I'll tell you.

You will be amused, I know.

I have done a rare thing.

I have invented

a new sensation.

Yeah, and is he stingy with it.

What is this sensation, Count?

Mr. Rainsford,

God made some men poets.

Some He made kings,

some beggars.

Me, He made a hunter.

My hand was made for the trigger,

my father told me.

He was a very rich man...

with a quarter of a million acres

in the Crimea, and an ardent sportsman.

When I was only still up high

he gave me my first gun.

- Good for him.

- My life has been one glorious hunt.

It would be impossible for me to tell

you how many animals I have killed.

- But when the revolution...

- Look out.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Count Zaroff

was so interesting...

I didn't realize the danger.

Oh, it's all right now. What were you

saying about the revolution, Count?

Oh, merely that I escaped

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