Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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