Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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