Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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