Gorillas in the Mist

Dian Fossey: You mean we go now? Dr. Louis Leakey: Yes, to make it by sundown. Dian Fossey: Dr Leakey, I just spent 35 hours on 4 different airplanes. I should at least take a shower. Dr. Louis Leakey: No one will mind dear. Dr. Louis Leakey: There. I've put something in there for you. Dian Fossey: Thank you, that's very nice of you. You forgot the rest of my luggage. Dr. Louis Leakey: No room. They'll be sent up next fortnight with the rest of the gear. Dian Fossey: Now wait a minute! I quit my job, left my fiancé, to say nothing of my appendix, and flew halfway around the world. Those cases contain my hairdryer, my makeup, my underwear, and my brassieres. If they don't go, Dr. Leakey, I don't go.

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Dr. Louis Leakey: Choose your man. Dian Fossey: What? Dr. Louis Leakey: Your top man. Your tracker. Dian Fossey: You speak English? The priest? Sembagare: Saint Christopher. Patron saint of travellers, and me too. Dian Fossey: What's your name? Sembagare: Sembagare. Dian Fossey: Sem-ba-ga-re. Sembagare: I am the finest tracker. This man is not as good as me. Him is a great liar. Me - I'm the best. Dian Fossey: Okay, okay. Sembagare, you're on. Sembagare: Thank you.

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Sembagare: Your hair is color of fire. They think you are a witch. Dian Fossey: Oh yeah? They wouldn't be the first.

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Dian Fossey: How big are these night nests? Sembagare: I don't know. Dian Fossey: You mean you've forgotten. Sembagare: How can I forget? I never knew. Dian Fossey: Night nests, Sembagare. George Schaller's book says we count the gorillas' night nests to get the census. Sembagare: I don't know about gorillas. Dian Fossey: Of course you do. You're a tracker. Sembagare: Yes, of buffalo, antelope, and elephant. Dian Fossey: What? Hey! Hey! That's great. That's just great. [pause] What the hell have you been doing for the last five hours? Sembagare: I've been waiting for you to show me.

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Dian Fossey: [voiceover] "March 23, 1967. "Dear Dr. Leakey, Sembagare and I are doing our best to track the gorillas. We're covering a lot of ground, but making very little progress. The only guide we've got is Schaller's book. So far, we haven't had any luck. I'm not discouraged, but I'm starting to think I'll spend my six months in Africa without ever seeing any." Dr. Louis Leakey: [voiceover] "April 22nd. Dear Miss Fossey, surely you didn't expect the beggars to come out and line up so you could count them. These animals are being methodically wiped off the face of the Earth. They hold a clue to the way man adapted to his environment. That's why it's essential we discover... Dian Fossey: I know that. I'm not an imbecile. Dr. Louis Leakey: I know you're not an imbecile, but we must remember the elementary steps one overlooks in situations like this. Dian Fossey: Maybe I'm just no good at this. Six weeks. Six whole weeks, and not a single gorilla... Shit. Shit. I sat in shit. Oh, my G

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Dian Fossey: It's nice to see a married man who can sew. Bob Campbell: How did you know I was married? Dian Fossey: The night you arrived, you shook the rain off your parka outside the door so you wouldn't get the floor wet. Bob Campbell: Does it matter? Dian Fossey: Apparently not.

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