i'm david hawthorne, this is my hospital. and my advice to you is, "don't get sick in front of it." that was meant to be charming, sorry. i seem to have lost the knack.
nigel and i don't like each other much.
this sham? ridiculous. who needs it? it's only being built to control the ivory trade, make men richer.
who else would hire me? beat you to it, didn't i? oh yes, almost forgot- brought you a little welcoming gift.
this is karim, one of my orderlies- attacked by a man-eater earlier today- first incident of that kind here.
well, he got away, didn't he? riding a donkey not far from here when the lion sprang on them- donkey took the brunt of it- then suddenly the lion ran off.
i know it's your first day and of course you must be tired from the journey- -but what are you going to do about it?
-then he feasted on him, starting with his feet-
you intend "sorting this out" tonight?
well, of course, i can't supply a totally accurate answer because there are those that are actually authenticated and there are those that we once thought were workers killing each other or deserting from camp so any number i give is subject to error-
thirty, i should think.
that's a terrible idea-
silliest thing i ever heard of- why in the world should we go through all that?
i have been desperate for patterson to let me move the hospital since the day he arrived.
you're certain about tomorrow? but you don't seem excited.
then why do it?
strange man. has he always been this way?
john?- change guns with me- mine's much more powerful. i'll be finishing the hospital tomorrow so i won't be with you- but if you'll use this.  . then i will.