Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- She stopped. - I noticed.
You! Come here!
Nobody turns back.
You've got to let the little ones turn back.
Two thousand miles to the north in the state of Birani...
Come on. Get him. Hurry up, man.
- Miss Thompson? - Could you help me, please?
- Miss Thompson? - Yes.
I'll say, Look, Miss Thompson...
...because I want to start marching in two hours.
...I know you think I'm an idiot...
...from leaves that were carefully laid out the previous evening.
l...I brought...
One hour, then we move!
Who says they'll come this way?
Like you.
Next one drops out, I shoot him!
- Beautiful, man. - Hey.
What bloody rhinoceros?
No. There are men down there with guns. It's no picnic.
He smiled at them in greeting, but nobody smiled back.
Did you kill them?
Where did you hear that one? Did Steyn tell you?
No, it's all right. I...
I got seven wives. How many you got?
Mpudi found it difficult to interpret because, in his language...
There we are, Reverend. Then she'll be all yours.
You explain.
Nobody ever goes into the deep Kalahari.
That night, a hyena smelled the blood on the thing, and dug it up.
She thinks I'm a lunatic, and I don't blame her.
He's fast. It'll work.
He wondered why the gods had sent this thing down to the earth.
That rough.
So that's how this thing got up the tree.
Why would he tell you that?
What are you doing?
- Yes. - What are you doing?
Sergeant, I'm going to walk due east from here to Motambe...
Lately, strange new things sometimes appeared in the sky.
Yeah.
Good morning, Mr. Steyn.
Well, let's go.
You, you, help her. If you got to carry her, carry her.
I'd rather not talk about it.
My name...
That was Sam Boga's gang. You said they were in Cabinda.
The hardest things they know are wood and bone.
They'll never punish a child or even speak harshly to it.
Sorry. I'll only print sweetness and light, even if it bores the pants off them.