The Hardy Boys/Nancy Drew Mysteries (1977–1979): Season 2, Episode 6 - The Mystery of the African Safari - full transcript
The Hardy Boys investigate a case of African wildlife poaching on a nature preserve and a local white hunter is the prime suspect.
You're missing 1400 to 1600 game
animals a year and you have no evidence?
Poaching.
A white hunter.
What are you doing
in my barn?
Your father is a killer,
and always will be.
You're a liar!
How do you move an elephant
without leaving tracks?
Could someone have taken
it during the night?
Come on, hurry!
You tried to kill us today, because we
had found evidence of your poaching.
If I'd have been shooting
at you, you'd be dead.
NARRATOR:
Tonight on the Hardy Boys,
The Mystery
of the African Safari.
(GUN FIRING)
(GUN FIRING)
(GUN FIRING)
MINISTER: My very
good friend.
This is Mr. Ngotu, colleague and game
warden of one of our largest preserves.
And when Interpol told me
you were in Europe,
I could not believe
my good fortune.
They told me that you were having
problems on one of your game preserves.
Poaching.
On a large scale.
The Masai tribes?
Definitely not Masai.
Mr. Ngotu is a Masai.
And he assures me
it is not his people.
How large a scale is large?
Organized poaching.
1400 to 1600
game animals a year.
What evidence do you have?
None.
You're missing 1400 to 1600 game
animals a year and you have no evidence?
No bones? No carcasses?
Nothing?
We have a very advanced
film laboratory here.
We do our own processing.
This is an aerial photograph of the entire
preserve divided into separate areas.
With the enlargement
of each area,
we can keep an exact
accounting of each herd.
Now these photographs
taken at various periods in time
clearly indicate the size of
the herds are being lessened.
It was in desperation that
I got in touch with Interpol.
And you have
no leads whatsoever?
This afternoon you will meet the
man responsible for the poaching.
Mr. Ngotu has his own theory.
Well, I'd like
very much to hear it.
Trevor Masters,
a white hunter.
He never made the adjustment
to the camera safaris.
He is a hunter
in the old style.
He will never understand
anything else.
It is in his blood,
it's a way of life.
Tea. Please.
Yes, sir.
There is a party
up the river
at Saunders' plantation
this afternoon.
That is where
you will meet Masters.
You will help us
get the proof we need.
Do you think
Masters is guilty?
We shared more than ecological
beliefs from our days at the UN.
We shared a belief that a man
is innocent until proven guilty.
I still cling to that belief.
But Trevor Masters
is the old Africa.
He will die before
its spirit dies in him.
Mr. Hardy, your sons are here.
Joe. Frank. This is the
Minister of the Interior.
Hello. How do you
do? Nice to meet you.
Minister, these are my sons.
Joe and Frank. It's a pleasure.
With your permission, they'll be
helping me in the investigation.
You mean that many years have
passed since our days at the UN?
(CHUCKLES)
I guess they have.
MINISTER: Animals are being hunted and
destroyed. We must stop their suffering.
FRANK: Yeah,
what's in the game plan here?
Well, I've rented
you a Land Rover
and I've booked you on the
camera safari tomorrow morning.
I'm gonna follow the leads in town
and I'll stay in touch with Interpol.
What are we looking for?
(MONKEY SCREECHING)
I don't know exactly.
Look!
But I do think it's a good
idea to stay close to Masters.
We'll keep our ears open.
Ngotu is pretty certain
about Masters, isn't he?
Yes. I wish he was a little
more interested in some proof.
Is there some place we can
stay that'll be close to Masters?
We're coming in now, and
there's Ngotu. Let's ask him.
Come on, I'll introduce you.
Good afternoon. You're
right on time. Right on time.
Come on with me.
Mr. Saunders has graciously
provided us with entertainment.
What a place, huh?
Fabulous dancers, huh?
Those guys are burning.
I'd love to talk music
with them.
He's a friend of mine. I'll
introduce you if you like.
Gee, that'd be real nice.
I'm Frank Hardy.
Sarah Masters.
Your father must be
Trevor Masters.
That's right.
You're here for the safari?
Yeah, yeah, I am. Yeah.
Hi. Hi, I'm Joe Hardy. I don't
get introduced very often.
I kind of tag along, entertain
him, you know, jokes, songs.
Yeah, he's my younger
brother. Not much younger.
Will you be going
on the safari?
Yep. It's going
to be my last one.
I don't remember your names
on my father's list.
It was sort of
a last-minute decision.
Yeah.
Oh.
Sarah, I've been looking all
over for you. It's time to go.
But we just got here.
Well, we got a lot of work
to do before tomorrow.
Mr. Sanders is our host.
We shouldn't really leave
without saying good-bye to him.
After all, it is his
last week in Africa.
(CHUCKLES)
Saunders retires every year.
The day he actually
packs up and leaves Africa,
that'll be the day
I hang up my rifle for good.
We heard
you already did that.
Oh, Father, this is
Frank and Joe Hardy.
No, son, you don't hang up
your rifle, not in the bush.
Not if you want to survive.
I think what my brother
meant was that your safaris
are now photo safaris
rather than hunting safaris.
I'm afraid Mr. Masters
sometimes confuses the two.
You never stay alive in the
bush if you confuse things. No.
I always know
what I'm aiming at.
Mr. Masters. Fenton Hardy.
Frank, Joe.
Mr. Saunders, our host.
Will you be able to put the
boys up during the safari?
I've got the room,
but not the inclination.
MASTERS: You know my rules
about visitors.
Well, I wouldn't want you
to go to any trouble.
Then why did you ask?
Mr. Masters is famed
throughout Kenya for his candor.
I am glad he has
not disappointed us.
But, you see,
the hotels are full.
This is a favor
I ask an old friend
in light of, well, the many
experiences we have shared together.
You're gonna push me
one step too far.
I don't know what game
you're playing now,
but I'm gonna
go along with it.
Do you know why? For the
sport of it. You understand?
You're both welcome
to stay at the house,
but for your own safety, you must
stay within the house and the grounds.
Excuse me.
We'll be sorry to see
you leave, Mr. Saunders.
Thank you, my dear.
But I do think it's time that the old
colonials gave way to the new Africa.
The old lion goes out,
the new lion comes in.
(SAUNDERS LAUGHS)
I shan't be sorry to leave
this godforsaken country.
Thirty years of breaking my back
with 100-degree temperatures.
Oh, you have not done too badly
out of the old Africa, my friend.
I sometimes think your
winnings at the blackjack tables
far outweigh
your rubber exports.
Merely a diversion
to relieve the monotony.
No, I shan't be sorry
to leave this place.
Some of us, however,
will never get used
to the ways of civilization.
He finally decided that I was
worth getting worked up over.
So he attacked. I dropped
to one knee. Waited.
Doc Wilson here was praying so hard
that I couldn't hear the rhino charging.
(ALL LAUGHING)
When he was close enough,
I shot him.
But he kept on coming.
I wanted to shoot him again,
but my gun jammed.
I was just about
ready to give up
when the rhino
dropped to my feet.
Doc Wilson here was
carted off to the hospital.
He was released three
months later from minor shock.
I think on that one,
I'll go get a drink.
Perhaps, next time
you should tell the story
from the rhino's
point of view.
Whatever happened to the
old Masai test of manhood,
when a man and an animal
were locked together in battle
until one or the other
of them died?
I suppose, as Africa changed,
so did Masai tests of manhood.
And not all Masais were softened
by foreign boarding schools.
Harvard toughens you to the
realities of life and of death.
Mr. Ngotu, I'd like
all of these people here
to know exactly what your
veiled accusations really mean.
If you got any proof that
my father is a game killer,
then show it to us.
Well, do you?
I have the evidence of my
own reasoning and instinct.
I'm talking about proof.
Sarah.
That's enough.
It's not enough.
I'm sorry
we've disrupted your party.
We'll be leaving now.
Wild animals aren't
the only thing I think
we're gonna have to
worry about on this safari.
I know what you mean.
Frank.
What are you
thinking about?
I was just thinking that she
seemed more than upset, Joe.
She seemed frightened.
Frightened for her father,
for his way of life.
You like him, don't you?
Yeah.
He symbolizes something.
Romanticism.
The lone hunter
against the wild elements.
The old Africa.
Something like that.
Yeah, well, just remember
we're here because
Masters may be slaughtering
thousands of animals.
Somehow I just find that
hard to believe.
Because of Masters,
or because his daughter
believes in him so strongly?
Mmm-hmm.
Come on in.
Hi.
(LAUGHS)
I love that.
I like those pictures,
the ones of you and mother
before the war.
Before Ngotu came.
That outburst this afternoon,
that was uncalled for.
But I appreciated it.
Does Ngotu know
how much you've done
to preserve wildlife
in this country?
He's got his reasons.
Political motivations,
you mean.
Don't let him trouble you.
You'll be out of here
soon enough.
I'm not leaving you.
Oh, yes, you are.
You're going
back to that school.
That matter is settled.
That was your
mother's last wish.
It's getting late.
Get some sleep.
Okay.
You know, you are
a very special person.
Hey, did you really mind
the Hardy boys staying here?
No. But watch them.
Why?
Call it an old
hunter's instinct.
An awareness.
Okay.
Hey, listen. Don't stay up
too late, all right?
You're looking awfully tired.
Good night, Daddy.
Good night, darling.
Joe.
I wonder where he is going
this late.
Some new babies.
May I have your
attention, please?
We will be returning to camp
in a few hours.
You have been listening to
instructions excellently well.
In two days, we will penetrate
into the northern part of the reserve,
beyond these fences,
and, sleeping out of doors,
the real adventure
will happen.
(BELLOWING)
MASTERS: He's stuck.
Let's get him out.
Get a rope.
(ELEPHANT BELLOWING)
You don't need to get into the water
with the elephant to get some pictures.
This is close enough.
Back in the car
is close enough.
Let us go, Boss.
Okay, get back in the truck.
I don't want anyone
leaving their vehicles.
This is a wild animal
preserve, gentlemen.
It's not the Central Park Zoo.
I hope you don't think
you can take extra privileges
because you're a guest
in my home.
We're sorry.
We just wanted
to get a little closer.
Don't let it happen again.
Get back in the car.
I don't want anyone
wandering off.
Next person that does that is
gonna get thrown off the safari.
All right, let's go.
What do you see out there?
Memories.
I see a little girl
with long pigtails
wandering off by herself
and finding a baby lion cub.
And I see a tall white hunter
standing his ground
and firing at a panther
that was charging
with the speed of light.
Then I see an older girl,
maybe about 12 this time,
with the same pigtails,
walking with her mother
on a night just like tonight.
They sound like
good memories.
Some of them are.
The ones worth
remembering, anyway.
You know, I guess
I'm saying good-bye, too.
I'll be leaving for
the United States next week.
But this is always
going to be my home.
Doesn't it get lonely
for you out here?
I have my father, you know.
That's not what I meant.
I know what you meant.
MASTERS: Sarah, come in now.
I got to go now, okay?
Good night.
JOE: Oh, yes, this is
an interesting species.
Frank, the Minister loaned us this darkroom
to assist us with our investigation,
not to print pictures
of Sarah.
Joe.
Look here
in the bottom corner.
It looks like a dead elephant.
Let's get closer.
What do you think?
I'm still not sure.
Can we blow this up
some more?
Well, we're going to lose all
definition pretty soon, but we can try.
FRANK: It is a dead elephant.
Where are the tusks?
Well, that's the point.
They've already been removed.
JOE: This is the evidence
Dad's looking for.
It still doesn't directly
implicate Masters.
Remember how quick he was
to get us out of there?
He wanted us
out of there fast.
Masters didn't want us to see
the elephant. He knew it was there.
Now I know what they mean
when they say a detective
shouldn't get emotionally
involved in his work.
Are you getting
emotionally involved?
I was thinking about it.
Just keep thinking, Frank.
That's what you're good at.
What are you boys doing here
so early this morning?
Well?
Has anyone else
seen these yet?
No.
Come with me.
Where to?
To the location where
you took these pictures.
But you do remember where
the location is? Of course.
We wanted to show them
to our father, first.
He can see them
when we return.
I have to go to my office
for one minute.
We will leave immediately.
You get the feeling
we're being steamrolled?
You don't think he's in too much of
a hurry to pin it on Masters, do you?
Where do you
want to go now, huh?
A good visit.
No, we have another
couple of places to go.
WOMAN: Okay.
Whatever you say, I'll do.
(WOMAN LAUGHING)
Your sisters?
But of course!
There's Dorothy, there's
Linda, and there's Marsha.
Well, you just make sure
we have enough supplies
for the safari to go
into the northern preserve.
I want to go as far
as the Kahali Falls.
Now you map that out for me.
Well, I will make
the arrangements,
but I may not accompany you.
After all these years?
Camera safaris are not like the
old days. Plus, you see what I've got.
I need a rest.
I'm gonna miss you, Keino.
One more safari.
(CHUCKLES) Okay.
Look, look, look, look.
The baby elephant was stuck
in that mud over here.
FRANK: It's right near that
outcrop of rock at two o'clock.
You see, the other one is up
in the corner. It should be over...
Let me see this.
This is it.
We're in the right place.
Maybe you are mistaken.
It could be a rock
or a shadow...
No, no, it can't be a shadow.
Look at this.
It's got ears.
It's got a shape.
There's a trunk.
I don't understand it.
Hey, where are you going?
To the radio.
I want to call some assistant game
wardens to help us in the search.
What do you think? Could someone
have taken it during the night?
There are no tire tracks,
there are no indentations.
A dead elephant would have
to be carried out of here by truck.
Right?
What are you saying,
that it was a shadow?
There was nothing
really there?
I'm saying that the evidence
has been removed,
that it was obliterated
on purpose.
So someone knew
we'd found the elephant.
(GUN FIRING)
NGOTU: Hurry!
Come on, hurry!
FRANK: He's charging.
Step on it!
Hang on! Hang on, boys!
(CRASHING)
FRANK: Here he comes again!
(CRASHING)
Whoa!
NGOTU: He'll overturn us
if I can't outrun him.
I have had enough! That was
obviously the work of Trevor Masters.
I'm going to his ranch
and confront him immediately!
No, no, none for you.
Good baby.
(VEHICLE APPROACHING)
Where is he?
I don't know, and I don't see what
right you've got coming in here like this.
Your father tried
to kill us today.
You're a liar!
He followed us down from town
and stampeded a herd of rhinos at us.
We all might have been killed.
Is that true?
About the stampede?
Yes.
Somebody deliberately started
the stampede with gunshots.
How long ago
did this happen?
About an hour ago.
My father has been upstairs
taking a nap for over an hour.
Then go and wake him.
Tell him I wish
to speak to him.
Look, he's tired. He starts
another safari tomorrow.
I'm not gonna go
upstairs and wake him
just so he can listen
to your baseless accusations.
I'd like to hear
what they have to say,
before I throw them all
off my land.
You tried to kill us today,
because we'd found evidence
of your poaching.
If I'd have been shooting
at you, you'd be dead.
I don't miss what I aim at.
You did not miss.
The stampeding rhino were
going to do the job for you.
You're getting paranoid.
I even start
stampedes now, do I?
Yes. With gunshots.
You're out of your mind.
Then you will not mind
my examining your rifle.
I fired at some jackals who were
disturbing a wounded antelope.
How many shots?
Three or four. I don't know.
I didn't count them.
But I did.
If you can't prove your
allegations, then get off my land.
Go on, get off.
All of you.
I respect and understand
your feelings,
but do you still think
the old ways are dead?
Your father is a killer,
and always will be.
But I am going to get him.
Make no mistake about that.
Sarah?
Go away and leave me alone.
I don't like talking to spies.
I'm not a spy.
You're not?
Then what are you doing
spending all of your time with Ngotu,
the man who's trying
to ruin my father?
I'm trying to help your father.
You've got to believe that.
Yeah, well, I don't.
Who are you?
What do you mean?
I mean, who are you?
Why have you come here to live in
our house? What do you want from us?
Hey! Get off my land!
Mr. Masters... Frank
said he was trying to help.
Your father's
a private detective
who was hired to pin
the poaching on me.
Can you deny it?
It's true,
my father's a detective.
But he was hired to find the
guilty person. If you're innocent...
Go on, get off my land.
FRANK: I'd like to know
where Masters goes at night.
He won't give
an explanation.
JOE: It seems pretty
obvious he's hiding something.
I guess that's why
he got so mad at you.
That was a quick exit.
You really think Masters
would have thrown you out?
I wasn't going to
stick around and find out.
It'd be
the second time today.
I've been thinking...
I thought I was supposed
to do the thinking.
...that Ngotu could have
started that stampede himself.
What? What are you
talking about?
Try this on for size.
The Masais doing the poaching.
We take a photograph
accidentally. Ngotu is a Masai.
He makes a phone call
and has the elephant removed
before we ever arrive by the Masai.
The only ones who know
about it are your friendly,
hardworking young detectives,
Frank and Joe Hardy.
Ngotu wanted
to get rid of us.
Remember how eager he was to get us
out there with the pictures without Dad?
Yeah, but Ngotu's the one
who brought Dad in.
Maybe he had no choice.
Government orders.
That's fine except
for one thing. What?
Masters standing in the doorway
with a gun he'd recently fired.
He may have been
telling the truth.
Maybe. Maybe.
Then why wouldn't he say
exactly where he'd been?
How did Sarah react?
I don't think
she believed him either.
I know she didn't believe me.
I'm sorry.
FRANK: What we have to
work out is the poaching.
We've got a clue, a photograph
of an elephant with no tusks.
That's our one piece
of evidence.
How do you remove
an elephant?
Well, that's it. That's what
we've been overlooking.
How do you move an elephant
without leaving tracks?
Maybe a tractor
or crane or something.
Yeah, but they leave tracks.
Look at how close
the elephant is to the river.
What if the tractor
or crane removed
the elephant from the river?
Well, they'd have to come out
and they'd have to leave tracks.
Not if the elephant
was carried downstream
to a place where the terrain was rocky and
then removed from the river to the road.
How shallow you think this
water is? Think shallow enough?
Well, there's one way
to find out.
Look.
Big, fat rubber tire marks.
And blood.
Dried blood.
SAUNDERS: Tractors
or cranes?
That's right.
Well, I did have some
until about three months ago.
In fact, I sold off
six or seven pieces.
I'm leaving the country,
you know.
Do you remember
who you sold them to?
Yes. Old Bradshaw. Lives
down the river 50 miles.
He took six. That's
what we wanted to know.
But he's been out of
the country two months.
You said maybe seven.
Who did you sell
the seventh to?
Trevor Masters.
I've just wired
the school board.
I told them you'd be
arriving on the 23rd.
I'm not going anywhere,
not until you level with me.
About what?
About what's been going on
around here for the last six months.
Oh.
So you don't
believe me either.
I know what you believe.
I know what you understand.
Killing, right?
The old white hunter
who can't adapt
to the new ways.
Sits in his trophy room
reliving past glories.
Well, let me tell you,
it was glorious.
There was nothing cruel
or inhumane about it.
It had elegance,
style, grace.
It was man against beast.
Two hunters, each noble,
each cunning. Both worthy.
Old Africa was Africa.
The new ways will destroy it.
And that's why
you can't give it up?
Poaching isn't killing
animals for food or sport.
It's for money
and it's slaughter.
I won't go.
You don't have any choice.
You know you wouldn't make
me do this if mother was alive.
Your mother is not alive.
The subject is closed.
You're leaving Africa
tomorrow as planned.
Well, no matter
which way we turn,
all roads seem to lead
to the great white hunter.
What do you think?
Do we go back?
What other choice do we have?
I don't know.
I don't feel
right about this.
Masters would throw us
out on sight. You know that.
Hey, Frank, look at that.
Look here.
It's dried blood.
It's the same like we found
on the rocky ground.
The bottom half looks like
it went through water.
Look at this.
There's no doubt
about it now.
What are you doing in my barn?
Searching for more evidence.
I think we found
what we were looking for.
What is that?
You trying to
plant that for Ngotu?
We found it right here.
Don't you know there's a
law against trespassing?
Are you threatening us again?
Is that what you
want to believe?
NGOTU: All right, Masters.
This is all the proof we need.
Arrest him.
(MAN CHANTING)
(ALL APPLAUDING AND CHEERING)
Well, looks like
we're all set.
Booked us out of here on the 10
o'clock flight tomorrow morning.
You know, I can understand being
depressed when you can't solve a case,
but this one...
Open and shut.
You boys are
to be congratulated.
You brought out
in the open an atrocity
that's been going on
on this reserve for years.
I still can't believe it
of Trevor Masters.
To me, he's always been
the salt of the earth.
Well, maybe he just
couldn't accept progress.
I find it very hard myself.
It's very hard to give up something
when it's become your lifestyle.
It gets in your blood.
I shall hate
leaving this place.
Of course, if I win any more
at the tables, I may reconsider.
Big night?
Yes, I won a packet.
Almost feel guilty about it, with
Masters facing that hearing tomorrow.
Well, anyway, good show. And I speak
on behalf of all the plantation owners.
I have to go see Ngotu.
Got a few last-minute things
to settle. I'll meet you back here.
And cheer up, will you?
I know you liked him.
You liked both of them.
But you can't change facts.
A detective can
only interpret them.
Remember that.
I don't think Masters did it.
As Dad said, facts are facts.
Well, forget about
what Dad said
and forget about the facts
for a minute, all right?
Let's concern ourselves
with some of the what-ifs.
That's not exactly the logic
of a detective talking,
but I'm inclined
to agree with you.
If Masters didn't do it, then
he was framed beautifully.
And we helped out beautifully.
If he wasn't going out late at
night to poach, what was he doing?
And why wouldn't he say
what he was doing,
especially in the face
of a trial hearing?
Maybe he was trying
to protect someone.
He's that kind of a man.
Maybe there's another woman.
Maybe.
I think there's only one woman
in Masters' life.
Let's go talk to her.
(ALL CHEERING)
I know we're the last people
you want to see tonight.
That's right. But we have
something to say to you
and you're going
to listen to us.
My father stands before a preliminary
hearing tomorrow because of you two.
What could you possibly have
to say to me tonight?
That we think
he's innocent.
How can you think he's innocent
when I'm not even sure of it myself?
Look, instinct is one thing,
but we need facts.
If you got anything,
anything at all that would help
to explain your father's
strange behavior.
His absences
without explanation.
No, I can't tell you anything. I
don't know where he goes at night.
I'm Dr. John Wilson.
Perhaps I can help.
Sit down please.
Sarah wanted to stay
home alone tonight
but I insisted that she get
out of the house for little while.
She's told me all about you.
I'm probably
her dad's oldest friend.
I know him very well.
Trevor Masters would
never break a game law.
He says that Africans feel
about their game preserves
the way Americans
and Europeans feel
about their cathedrals
and museums.
To destroy a game preserve
would be like
bombing a museum.
Either way, you're
tearing up a nation's past.
Dr. Wilson, you said
you could help us.
Yes.
Sarah...
Sarah, you have to know this.
Your father is dying.
What?
Trevor Masters is dying.
Just look at him.
What do you think makes him
act the way he does? It's his heart.
He's been trying to keep it from
Sarah and from everybody else.
He's got a heart condition.
He didn't want her to waste
her life trying to take care of him
the way her mother did.
That's why he's sending
you away to school.
That's why he's been making
all those secret trips alone.
That's right.
He's been coming
to see me.
I've been treating
his illness.
Saturday the 17th, the day of
the stampede, did he come to you?
I don't know anything
about any stampede.
He was with me all the time.
But he's got only
a year to live at best.
Now with this
trial coming up...
Thank you, Doctor.
"Thank you, Doctor."
I'm afraid it won't
help him now.
FRANK: I'm sorry.
We'll find something out
before the hearing.
I really want to believe you.
I guarantee it.
You're making some pretty
big promises, aren't you, Frank?
If Masters didn't fire the shots
at the rhinos, then who did?
Ngotu?
Ngotu couldn't have
planted the evidence.
He can't get within ten miles of
Masters' place without being run off.
What about Keino?
He's got an easy access.
He comes and goes as he
pleases on Masters' farm.
But is he in it alone?
Or is he in it
along with Ngotu?
That's something
we have to find out.
(PEOPLE WHISTLING)
Keino. Don't turn around.
We don't want the girls to
know we're talking to you.
We've learned that
Masters is innocent.
We need your help.
Meet us tomorrow morning,
6:00 a.m.
Main entrance
to the game preserve.
Only you can help us, Keino.
We know you want
to help Mr. Masters.
Here is your chance. He's
innocent. We can prove it.
Don't turn around.
See you tomorrow, 6:00 a.m.,
the game preserve.
(BUZZING)
Officer.
Number please?
Operator, give me 2-4-6-2-2-1.
2-4-6-2-2-1?
Is that the number
Keino is talking to?
Hello, listen to me carefully.
Those Hardy boys just told me
that they have proof
that Masters is innocent.
They want me to meet them
early in the morning.
What do you want me to do?
I'll get on it right away.
All right, hurry up!
I am not paying you
double money for nothing.
You! You see this sign
says "fragile"? Take it easy!
Everything is going well.
We should be out of here
in about 15 minutes.
Oh, yes. I have
reserved two cabins...
(SIREN WAILING)
Police. You men
are under arrest.
Don't move!
Turn, look at the wall!
Wait! Wait!
(SIREN WAILING)
NGOTU: You had better
be right about this.
JOE: We are. He's the only
man who could've organized it.
(ELEPHANT TRUMPETING)
Don't move!
What's the meaning
of this, Ngotu?
Save it, Saunders,
for the magistrate.
We have Keino.
When we open those crates
and find ivory,
I think it'll be all we'll need
to clear Trevor Masters.
I suspected a trap.
But, you see,
I couldn't take the chance.
But why, Saunders?
A legacy from colonial days.
Money, parties, gambling,
airplanes, power.
You can't give that up
easily after 30 years.
Oh, I felt sorry for Trevor,
but you wanted him so badly.
When things started
to come apart,
you framed him
with Keino's help.
And my obsession played
right into your hands.
Take him out of here.
Would you come with us,
please?
I owe your sons
a debt of gratitude.
I regret I can only pay it
with a handshake.
I think it's Masters
we all owe a debt to.
That will not be
so easy to repay.
You may be surprised.
It is sometimes hard
to say you are wrong,
but, Mr. Masters,
my humblest apologies.
I'll accept yours
if you'll accept mine.
There is an old
African proverb.
When two bulls battle,
it is generally the ground
beneath their feet that suffers.
I've lived in Africa
for 37 years.
It's the first time
I've heard that one.
We used to say it at Harvard
all the time.
Will you stay in Kenya?
The camera safaris are bringing in
revenue that we need desperately.
We need a white hunter
and you are the very best.
I'll think about it.
You're gonna be
leaving soon, huh?
Tomorrow.
You'll be going to school
in America?
No.
I'm gonna stay here with my
father for as long as he needs me.
(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
What does that mean?
It means,
I'll always miss you.
(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
What does that mean?
It means we'll be going
for a walk. See you tonight.
How do you like that?
I'm the one who really
solved this case, you know.
I thought of the tractor
in the river.
I thought of
how to setup Keino.
How come he gets the girl?
Well, Joe, Frank is the...
Yeah, I know, I know,
he's the oldest.
When do I get
to be the oldest?
(LAUGHS)
animals a year and you have no evidence?
Poaching.
A white hunter.
What are you doing
in my barn?
Your father is a killer,
and always will be.
You're a liar!
How do you move an elephant
without leaving tracks?
Could someone have taken
it during the night?
Come on, hurry!
You tried to kill us today, because we
had found evidence of your poaching.
If I'd have been shooting
at you, you'd be dead.
NARRATOR:
Tonight on the Hardy Boys,
The Mystery
of the African Safari.
(GUN FIRING)
(GUN FIRING)
(GUN FIRING)
MINISTER: My very
good friend.
This is Mr. Ngotu, colleague and game
warden of one of our largest preserves.
And when Interpol told me
you were in Europe,
I could not believe
my good fortune.
They told me that you were having
problems on one of your game preserves.
Poaching.
On a large scale.
The Masai tribes?
Definitely not Masai.
Mr. Ngotu is a Masai.
And he assures me
it is not his people.
How large a scale is large?
Organized poaching.
1400 to 1600
game animals a year.
What evidence do you have?
None.
You're missing 1400 to 1600 game
animals a year and you have no evidence?
No bones? No carcasses?
Nothing?
We have a very advanced
film laboratory here.
We do our own processing.
This is an aerial photograph of the entire
preserve divided into separate areas.
With the enlargement
of each area,
we can keep an exact
accounting of each herd.
Now these photographs
taken at various periods in time
clearly indicate the size of
the herds are being lessened.
It was in desperation that
I got in touch with Interpol.
And you have
no leads whatsoever?
This afternoon you will meet the
man responsible for the poaching.
Mr. Ngotu has his own theory.
Well, I'd like
very much to hear it.
Trevor Masters,
a white hunter.
He never made the adjustment
to the camera safaris.
He is a hunter
in the old style.
He will never understand
anything else.
It is in his blood,
it's a way of life.
Tea. Please.
Yes, sir.
There is a party
up the river
at Saunders' plantation
this afternoon.
That is where
you will meet Masters.
You will help us
get the proof we need.
Do you think
Masters is guilty?
We shared more than ecological
beliefs from our days at the UN.
We shared a belief that a man
is innocent until proven guilty.
I still cling to that belief.
But Trevor Masters
is the old Africa.
He will die before
its spirit dies in him.
Mr. Hardy, your sons are here.
Joe. Frank. This is the
Minister of the Interior.
Hello. How do you
do? Nice to meet you.
Minister, these are my sons.
Joe and Frank. It's a pleasure.
With your permission, they'll be
helping me in the investigation.
You mean that many years have
passed since our days at the UN?
(CHUCKLES)
I guess they have.
MINISTER: Animals are being hunted and
destroyed. We must stop their suffering.
FRANK: Yeah,
what's in the game plan here?
Well, I've rented
you a Land Rover
and I've booked you on the
camera safari tomorrow morning.
I'm gonna follow the leads in town
and I'll stay in touch with Interpol.
What are we looking for?
(MONKEY SCREECHING)
I don't know exactly.
Look!
But I do think it's a good
idea to stay close to Masters.
We'll keep our ears open.
Ngotu is pretty certain
about Masters, isn't he?
Yes. I wish he was a little
more interested in some proof.
Is there some place we can
stay that'll be close to Masters?
We're coming in now, and
there's Ngotu. Let's ask him.
Come on, I'll introduce you.
Good afternoon. You're
right on time. Right on time.
Come on with me.
Mr. Saunders has graciously
provided us with entertainment.
What a place, huh?
Fabulous dancers, huh?
Those guys are burning.
I'd love to talk music
with them.
He's a friend of mine. I'll
introduce you if you like.
Gee, that'd be real nice.
I'm Frank Hardy.
Sarah Masters.
Your father must be
Trevor Masters.
That's right.
You're here for the safari?
Yeah, yeah, I am. Yeah.
Hi. Hi, I'm Joe Hardy. I don't
get introduced very often.
I kind of tag along, entertain
him, you know, jokes, songs.
Yeah, he's my younger
brother. Not much younger.
Will you be going
on the safari?
Yep. It's going
to be my last one.
I don't remember your names
on my father's list.
It was sort of
a last-minute decision.
Yeah.
Oh.
Sarah, I've been looking all
over for you. It's time to go.
But we just got here.
Well, we got a lot of work
to do before tomorrow.
Mr. Sanders is our host.
We shouldn't really leave
without saying good-bye to him.
After all, it is his
last week in Africa.
(CHUCKLES)
Saunders retires every year.
The day he actually
packs up and leaves Africa,
that'll be the day
I hang up my rifle for good.
We heard
you already did that.
Oh, Father, this is
Frank and Joe Hardy.
No, son, you don't hang up
your rifle, not in the bush.
Not if you want to survive.
I think what my brother
meant was that your safaris
are now photo safaris
rather than hunting safaris.
I'm afraid Mr. Masters
sometimes confuses the two.
You never stay alive in the
bush if you confuse things. No.
I always know
what I'm aiming at.
Mr. Masters. Fenton Hardy.
Frank, Joe.
Mr. Saunders, our host.
Will you be able to put the
boys up during the safari?
I've got the room,
but not the inclination.
MASTERS: You know my rules
about visitors.
Well, I wouldn't want you
to go to any trouble.
Then why did you ask?
Mr. Masters is famed
throughout Kenya for his candor.
I am glad he has
not disappointed us.
But, you see,
the hotels are full.
This is a favor
I ask an old friend
in light of, well, the many
experiences we have shared together.
You're gonna push me
one step too far.
I don't know what game
you're playing now,
but I'm gonna
go along with it.
Do you know why? For the
sport of it. You understand?
You're both welcome
to stay at the house,
but for your own safety, you must
stay within the house and the grounds.
Excuse me.
We'll be sorry to see
you leave, Mr. Saunders.
Thank you, my dear.
But I do think it's time that the old
colonials gave way to the new Africa.
The old lion goes out,
the new lion comes in.
(SAUNDERS LAUGHS)
I shan't be sorry to leave
this godforsaken country.
Thirty years of breaking my back
with 100-degree temperatures.
Oh, you have not done too badly
out of the old Africa, my friend.
I sometimes think your
winnings at the blackjack tables
far outweigh
your rubber exports.
Merely a diversion
to relieve the monotony.
No, I shan't be sorry
to leave this place.
Some of us, however,
will never get used
to the ways of civilization.
He finally decided that I was
worth getting worked up over.
So he attacked. I dropped
to one knee. Waited.
Doc Wilson here was praying so hard
that I couldn't hear the rhino charging.
(ALL LAUGHING)
When he was close enough,
I shot him.
But he kept on coming.
I wanted to shoot him again,
but my gun jammed.
I was just about
ready to give up
when the rhino
dropped to my feet.
Doc Wilson here was
carted off to the hospital.
He was released three
months later from minor shock.
I think on that one,
I'll go get a drink.
Perhaps, next time
you should tell the story
from the rhino's
point of view.
Whatever happened to the
old Masai test of manhood,
when a man and an animal
were locked together in battle
until one or the other
of them died?
I suppose, as Africa changed,
so did Masai tests of manhood.
And not all Masais were softened
by foreign boarding schools.
Harvard toughens you to the
realities of life and of death.
Mr. Ngotu, I'd like
all of these people here
to know exactly what your
veiled accusations really mean.
If you got any proof that
my father is a game killer,
then show it to us.
Well, do you?
I have the evidence of my
own reasoning and instinct.
I'm talking about proof.
Sarah.
That's enough.
It's not enough.
I'm sorry
we've disrupted your party.
We'll be leaving now.
Wild animals aren't
the only thing I think
we're gonna have to
worry about on this safari.
I know what you mean.
Frank.
What are you
thinking about?
I was just thinking that she
seemed more than upset, Joe.
She seemed frightened.
Frightened for her father,
for his way of life.
You like him, don't you?
Yeah.
He symbolizes something.
Romanticism.
The lone hunter
against the wild elements.
The old Africa.
Something like that.
Yeah, well, just remember
we're here because
Masters may be slaughtering
thousands of animals.
Somehow I just find that
hard to believe.
Because of Masters,
or because his daughter
believes in him so strongly?
Mmm-hmm.
Come on in.
Hi.
(LAUGHS)
I love that.
I like those pictures,
the ones of you and mother
before the war.
Before Ngotu came.
That outburst this afternoon,
that was uncalled for.
But I appreciated it.
Does Ngotu know
how much you've done
to preserve wildlife
in this country?
He's got his reasons.
Political motivations,
you mean.
Don't let him trouble you.
You'll be out of here
soon enough.
I'm not leaving you.
Oh, yes, you are.
You're going
back to that school.
That matter is settled.
That was your
mother's last wish.
It's getting late.
Get some sleep.
Okay.
You know, you are
a very special person.
Hey, did you really mind
the Hardy boys staying here?
No. But watch them.
Why?
Call it an old
hunter's instinct.
An awareness.
Okay.
Hey, listen. Don't stay up
too late, all right?
You're looking awfully tired.
Good night, Daddy.
Good night, darling.
Joe.
I wonder where he is going
this late.
Some new babies.
May I have your
attention, please?
We will be returning to camp
in a few hours.
You have been listening to
instructions excellently well.
In two days, we will penetrate
into the northern part of the reserve,
beyond these fences,
and, sleeping out of doors,
the real adventure
will happen.
(BELLOWING)
MASTERS: He's stuck.
Let's get him out.
Get a rope.
(ELEPHANT BELLOWING)
You don't need to get into the water
with the elephant to get some pictures.
This is close enough.
Back in the car
is close enough.
Let us go, Boss.
Okay, get back in the truck.
I don't want anyone
leaving their vehicles.
This is a wild animal
preserve, gentlemen.
It's not the Central Park Zoo.
I hope you don't think
you can take extra privileges
because you're a guest
in my home.
We're sorry.
We just wanted
to get a little closer.
Don't let it happen again.
Get back in the car.
I don't want anyone
wandering off.
Next person that does that is
gonna get thrown off the safari.
All right, let's go.
What do you see out there?
Memories.
I see a little girl
with long pigtails
wandering off by herself
and finding a baby lion cub.
And I see a tall white hunter
standing his ground
and firing at a panther
that was charging
with the speed of light.
Then I see an older girl,
maybe about 12 this time,
with the same pigtails,
walking with her mother
on a night just like tonight.
They sound like
good memories.
Some of them are.
The ones worth
remembering, anyway.
You know, I guess
I'm saying good-bye, too.
I'll be leaving for
the United States next week.
But this is always
going to be my home.
Doesn't it get lonely
for you out here?
I have my father, you know.
That's not what I meant.
I know what you meant.
MASTERS: Sarah, come in now.
I got to go now, okay?
Good night.
JOE: Oh, yes, this is
an interesting species.
Frank, the Minister loaned us this darkroom
to assist us with our investigation,
not to print pictures
of Sarah.
Joe.
Look here
in the bottom corner.
It looks like a dead elephant.
Let's get closer.
What do you think?
I'm still not sure.
Can we blow this up
some more?
Well, we're going to lose all
definition pretty soon, but we can try.
FRANK: It is a dead elephant.
Where are the tusks?
Well, that's the point.
They've already been removed.
JOE: This is the evidence
Dad's looking for.
It still doesn't directly
implicate Masters.
Remember how quick he was
to get us out of there?
He wanted us
out of there fast.
Masters didn't want us to see
the elephant. He knew it was there.
Now I know what they mean
when they say a detective
shouldn't get emotionally
involved in his work.
Are you getting
emotionally involved?
I was thinking about it.
Just keep thinking, Frank.
That's what you're good at.
What are you boys doing here
so early this morning?
Well?
Has anyone else
seen these yet?
No.
Come with me.
Where to?
To the location where
you took these pictures.
But you do remember where
the location is? Of course.
We wanted to show them
to our father, first.
He can see them
when we return.
I have to go to my office
for one minute.
We will leave immediately.
You get the feeling
we're being steamrolled?
You don't think he's in too much of
a hurry to pin it on Masters, do you?
Where do you
want to go now, huh?
A good visit.
No, we have another
couple of places to go.
WOMAN: Okay.
Whatever you say, I'll do.
(WOMAN LAUGHING)
Your sisters?
But of course!
There's Dorothy, there's
Linda, and there's Marsha.
Well, you just make sure
we have enough supplies
for the safari to go
into the northern preserve.
I want to go as far
as the Kahali Falls.
Now you map that out for me.
Well, I will make
the arrangements,
but I may not accompany you.
After all these years?
Camera safaris are not like the
old days. Plus, you see what I've got.
I need a rest.
I'm gonna miss you, Keino.
One more safari.
(CHUCKLES) Okay.
Look, look, look, look.
The baby elephant was stuck
in that mud over here.
FRANK: It's right near that
outcrop of rock at two o'clock.
You see, the other one is up
in the corner. It should be over...
Let me see this.
This is it.
We're in the right place.
Maybe you are mistaken.
It could be a rock
or a shadow...
No, no, it can't be a shadow.
Look at this.
It's got ears.
It's got a shape.
There's a trunk.
I don't understand it.
Hey, where are you going?
To the radio.
I want to call some assistant game
wardens to help us in the search.
What do you think? Could someone
have taken it during the night?
There are no tire tracks,
there are no indentations.
A dead elephant would have
to be carried out of here by truck.
Right?
What are you saying,
that it was a shadow?
There was nothing
really there?
I'm saying that the evidence
has been removed,
that it was obliterated
on purpose.
So someone knew
we'd found the elephant.
(GUN FIRING)
NGOTU: Hurry!
Come on, hurry!
FRANK: He's charging.
Step on it!
Hang on! Hang on, boys!
(CRASHING)
FRANK: Here he comes again!
(CRASHING)
Whoa!
NGOTU: He'll overturn us
if I can't outrun him.
I have had enough! That was
obviously the work of Trevor Masters.
I'm going to his ranch
and confront him immediately!
No, no, none for you.
Good baby.
(VEHICLE APPROACHING)
Where is he?
I don't know, and I don't see what
right you've got coming in here like this.
Your father tried
to kill us today.
You're a liar!
He followed us down from town
and stampeded a herd of rhinos at us.
We all might have been killed.
Is that true?
About the stampede?
Yes.
Somebody deliberately started
the stampede with gunshots.
How long ago
did this happen?
About an hour ago.
My father has been upstairs
taking a nap for over an hour.
Then go and wake him.
Tell him I wish
to speak to him.
Look, he's tired. He starts
another safari tomorrow.
I'm not gonna go
upstairs and wake him
just so he can listen
to your baseless accusations.
I'd like to hear
what they have to say,
before I throw them all
off my land.
You tried to kill us today,
because we'd found evidence
of your poaching.
If I'd have been shooting
at you, you'd be dead.
I don't miss what I aim at.
You did not miss.
The stampeding rhino were
going to do the job for you.
You're getting paranoid.
I even start
stampedes now, do I?
Yes. With gunshots.
You're out of your mind.
Then you will not mind
my examining your rifle.
I fired at some jackals who were
disturbing a wounded antelope.
How many shots?
Three or four. I don't know.
I didn't count them.
But I did.
If you can't prove your
allegations, then get off my land.
Go on, get off.
All of you.
I respect and understand
your feelings,
but do you still think
the old ways are dead?
Your father is a killer,
and always will be.
But I am going to get him.
Make no mistake about that.
Sarah?
Go away and leave me alone.
I don't like talking to spies.
I'm not a spy.
You're not?
Then what are you doing
spending all of your time with Ngotu,
the man who's trying
to ruin my father?
I'm trying to help your father.
You've got to believe that.
Yeah, well, I don't.
Who are you?
What do you mean?
I mean, who are you?
Why have you come here to live in
our house? What do you want from us?
Hey! Get off my land!
Mr. Masters... Frank
said he was trying to help.
Your father's
a private detective
who was hired to pin
the poaching on me.
Can you deny it?
It's true,
my father's a detective.
But he was hired to find the
guilty person. If you're innocent...
Go on, get off my land.
FRANK: I'd like to know
where Masters goes at night.
He won't give
an explanation.
JOE: It seems pretty
obvious he's hiding something.
I guess that's why
he got so mad at you.
That was a quick exit.
You really think Masters
would have thrown you out?
I wasn't going to
stick around and find out.
It'd be
the second time today.
I've been thinking...
I thought I was supposed
to do the thinking.
...that Ngotu could have
started that stampede himself.
What? What are you
talking about?
Try this on for size.
The Masais doing the poaching.
We take a photograph
accidentally. Ngotu is a Masai.
He makes a phone call
and has the elephant removed
before we ever arrive by the Masai.
The only ones who know
about it are your friendly,
hardworking young detectives,
Frank and Joe Hardy.
Ngotu wanted
to get rid of us.
Remember how eager he was to get us
out there with the pictures without Dad?
Yeah, but Ngotu's the one
who brought Dad in.
Maybe he had no choice.
Government orders.
That's fine except
for one thing. What?
Masters standing in the doorway
with a gun he'd recently fired.
He may have been
telling the truth.
Maybe. Maybe.
Then why wouldn't he say
exactly where he'd been?
How did Sarah react?
I don't think
she believed him either.
I know she didn't believe me.
I'm sorry.
FRANK: What we have to
work out is the poaching.
We've got a clue, a photograph
of an elephant with no tusks.
That's our one piece
of evidence.
How do you remove
an elephant?
Well, that's it. That's what
we've been overlooking.
How do you move an elephant
without leaving tracks?
Maybe a tractor
or crane or something.
Yeah, but they leave tracks.
Look at how close
the elephant is to the river.
What if the tractor
or crane removed
the elephant from the river?
Well, they'd have to come out
and they'd have to leave tracks.
Not if the elephant
was carried downstream
to a place where the terrain was rocky and
then removed from the river to the road.
How shallow you think this
water is? Think shallow enough?
Well, there's one way
to find out.
Look.
Big, fat rubber tire marks.
And blood.
Dried blood.
SAUNDERS: Tractors
or cranes?
That's right.
Well, I did have some
until about three months ago.
In fact, I sold off
six or seven pieces.
I'm leaving the country,
you know.
Do you remember
who you sold them to?
Yes. Old Bradshaw. Lives
down the river 50 miles.
He took six. That's
what we wanted to know.
But he's been out of
the country two months.
You said maybe seven.
Who did you sell
the seventh to?
Trevor Masters.
I've just wired
the school board.
I told them you'd be
arriving on the 23rd.
I'm not going anywhere,
not until you level with me.
About what?
About what's been going on
around here for the last six months.
Oh.
So you don't
believe me either.
I know what you believe.
I know what you understand.
Killing, right?
The old white hunter
who can't adapt
to the new ways.
Sits in his trophy room
reliving past glories.
Well, let me tell you,
it was glorious.
There was nothing cruel
or inhumane about it.
It had elegance,
style, grace.
It was man against beast.
Two hunters, each noble,
each cunning. Both worthy.
Old Africa was Africa.
The new ways will destroy it.
And that's why
you can't give it up?
Poaching isn't killing
animals for food or sport.
It's for money
and it's slaughter.
I won't go.
You don't have any choice.
You know you wouldn't make
me do this if mother was alive.
Your mother is not alive.
The subject is closed.
You're leaving Africa
tomorrow as planned.
Well, no matter
which way we turn,
all roads seem to lead
to the great white hunter.
What do you think?
Do we go back?
What other choice do we have?
I don't know.
I don't feel
right about this.
Masters would throw us
out on sight. You know that.
Hey, Frank, look at that.
Look here.
It's dried blood.
It's the same like we found
on the rocky ground.
The bottom half looks like
it went through water.
Look at this.
There's no doubt
about it now.
What are you doing in my barn?
Searching for more evidence.
I think we found
what we were looking for.
What is that?
You trying to
plant that for Ngotu?
We found it right here.
Don't you know there's a
law against trespassing?
Are you threatening us again?
Is that what you
want to believe?
NGOTU: All right, Masters.
This is all the proof we need.
Arrest him.
(MAN CHANTING)
(ALL APPLAUDING AND CHEERING)
Well, looks like
we're all set.
Booked us out of here on the 10
o'clock flight tomorrow morning.
You know, I can understand being
depressed when you can't solve a case,
but this one...
Open and shut.
You boys are
to be congratulated.
You brought out
in the open an atrocity
that's been going on
on this reserve for years.
I still can't believe it
of Trevor Masters.
To me, he's always been
the salt of the earth.
Well, maybe he just
couldn't accept progress.
I find it very hard myself.
It's very hard to give up something
when it's become your lifestyle.
It gets in your blood.
I shall hate
leaving this place.
Of course, if I win any more
at the tables, I may reconsider.
Big night?
Yes, I won a packet.
Almost feel guilty about it, with
Masters facing that hearing tomorrow.
Well, anyway, good show. And I speak
on behalf of all the plantation owners.
I have to go see Ngotu.
Got a few last-minute things
to settle. I'll meet you back here.
And cheer up, will you?
I know you liked him.
You liked both of them.
But you can't change facts.
A detective can
only interpret them.
Remember that.
I don't think Masters did it.
As Dad said, facts are facts.
Well, forget about
what Dad said
and forget about the facts
for a minute, all right?
Let's concern ourselves
with some of the what-ifs.
That's not exactly the logic
of a detective talking,
but I'm inclined
to agree with you.
If Masters didn't do it, then
he was framed beautifully.
And we helped out beautifully.
If he wasn't going out late at
night to poach, what was he doing?
And why wouldn't he say
what he was doing,
especially in the face
of a trial hearing?
Maybe he was trying
to protect someone.
He's that kind of a man.
Maybe there's another woman.
Maybe.
I think there's only one woman
in Masters' life.
Let's go talk to her.
(ALL CHEERING)
I know we're the last people
you want to see tonight.
That's right. But we have
something to say to you
and you're going
to listen to us.
My father stands before a preliminary
hearing tomorrow because of you two.
What could you possibly have
to say to me tonight?
That we think
he's innocent.
How can you think he's innocent
when I'm not even sure of it myself?
Look, instinct is one thing,
but we need facts.
If you got anything,
anything at all that would help
to explain your father's
strange behavior.
His absences
without explanation.
No, I can't tell you anything. I
don't know where he goes at night.
I'm Dr. John Wilson.
Perhaps I can help.
Sit down please.
Sarah wanted to stay
home alone tonight
but I insisted that she get
out of the house for little while.
She's told me all about you.
I'm probably
her dad's oldest friend.
I know him very well.
Trevor Masters would
never break a game law.
He says that Africans feel
about their game preserves
the way Americans
and Europeans feel
about their cathedrals
and museums.
To destroy a game preserve
would be like
bombing a museum.
Either way, you're
tearing up a nation's past.
Dr. Wilson, you said
you could help us.
Yes.
Sarah...
Sarah, you have to know this.
Your father is dying.
What?
Trevor Masters is dying.
Just look at him.
What do you think makes him
act the way he does? It's his heart.
He's been trying to keep it from
Sarah and from everybody else.
He's got a heart condition.
He didn't want her to waste
her life trying to take care of him
the way her mother did.
That's why he's sending
you away to school.
That's why he's been making
all those secret trips alone.
That's right.
He's been coming
to see me.
I've been treating
his illness.
Saturday the 17th, the day of
the stampede, did he come to you?
I don't know anything
about any stampede.
He was with me all the time.
But he's got only
a year to live at best.
Now with this
trial coming up...
Thank you, Doctor.
"Thank you, Doctor."
I'm afraid it won't
help him now.
FRANK: I'm sorry.
We'll find something out
before the hearing.
I really want to believe you.
I guarantee it.
You're making some pretty
big promises, aren't you, Frank?
If Masters didn't fire the shots
at the rhinos, then who did?
Ngotu?
Ngotu couldn't have
planted the evidence.
He can't get within ten miles of
Masters' place without being run off.
What about Keino?
He's got an easy access.
He comes and goes as he
pleases on Masters' farm.
But is he in it alone?
Or is he in it
along with Ngotu?
That's something
we have to find out.
(PEOPLE WHISTLING)
Keino. Don't turn around.
We don't want the girls to
know we're talking to you.
We've learned that
Masters is innocent.
We need your help.
Meet us tomorrow morning,
6:00 a.m.
Main entrance
to the game preserve.
Only you can help us, Keino.
We know you want
to help Mr. Masters.
Here is your chance. He's
innocent. We can prove it.
Don't turn around.
See you tomorrow, 6:00 a.m.,
the game preserve.
(BUZZING)
Officer.
Number please?
Operator, give me 2-4-6-2-2-1.
2-4-6-2-2-1?
Is that the number
Keino is talking to?
Hello, listen to me carefully.
Those Hardy boys just told me
that they have proof
that Masters is innocent.
They want me to meet them
early in the morning.
What do you want me to do?
I'll get on it right away.
All right, hurry up!
I am not paying you
double money for nothing.
You! You see this sign
says "fragile"? Take it easy!
Everything is going well.
We should be out of here
in about 15 minutes.
Oh, yes. I have
reserved two cabins...
(SIREN WAILING)
Police. You men
are under arrest.
Don't move!
Turn, look at the wall!
Wait! Wait!
(SIREN WAILING)
NGOTU: You had better
be right about this.
JOE: We are. He's the only
man who could've organized it.
(ELEPHANT TRUMPETING)
Don't move!
What's the meaning
of this, Ngotu?
Save it, Saunders,
for the magistrate.
We have Keino.
When we open those crates
and find ivory,
I think it'll be all we'll need
to clear Trevor Masters.
I suspected a trap.
But, you see,
I couldn't take the chance.
But why, Saunders?
A legacy from colonial days.
Money, parties, gambling,
airplanes, power.
You can't give that up
easily after 30 years.
Oh, I felt sorry for Trevor,
but you wanted him so badly.
When things started
to come apart,
you framed him
with Keino's help.
And my obsession played
right into your hands.
Take him out of here.
Would you come with us,
please?
I owe your sons
a debt of gratitude.
I regret I can only pay it
with a handshake.
I think it's Masters
we all owe a debt to.
That will not be
so easy to repay.
You may be surprised.
It is sometimes hard
to say you are wrong,
but, Mr. Masters,
my humblest apologies.
I'll accept yours
if you'll accept mine.
There is an old
African proverb.
When two bulls battle,
it is generally the ground
beneath their feet that suffers.
I've lived in Africa
for 37 years.
It's the first time
I've heard that one.
We used to say it at Harvard
all the time.
Will you stay in Kenya?
The camera safaris are bringing in
revenue that we need desperately.
We need a white hunter
and you are the very best.
I'll think about it.
You're gonna be
leaving soon, huh?
Tomorrow.
You'll be going to school
in America?
No.
I'm gonna stay here with my
father for as long as he needs me.
(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
What does that mean?
It means,
I'll always miss you.
(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
What does that mean?
It means we'll be going
for a walk. See you tonight.
How do you like that?
I'm the one who really
solved this case, you know.
I thought of the tractor
in the river.
I thought of
how to setup Keino.
How come he gets the girl?
Well, Joe, Frank is the...
Yeah, I know, I know,
he's the oldest.
When do I get
to be the oldest?
(LAUGHS)