Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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