Tracker

The passenger list, sir.

Oh, very good.

Who are the Edmunds boys,

Private Brooke?

Three brothers, sir,

all posted to South Africa

on the same day...

my birthday in fact, sir.

Is that so, Brooke?

I don't believe it.

Is that...?

What on earth

is he doing down here?

Get down to

the waterfront, Brooke.

Get customs to pull

this chap to one side...

Van Diemen,

South African Boer.

- Escort him here, please.

- Yes, sir.

Tell him...

tell him

Major Carlysle would

very much like to see him.

Yes, sir.

This one's short.

Get me another.

Yes, sir.

Brooke,

where are you off to

in such a hurry?

I've been asked to escort

one of them Boers.

The major wants

to see him.

Let me have a look

at that.

We should have hung

them all, shouldn't we,

instead of giving them

a king's pardon?

What's his name?

Bloody hell.

With me, Brooke.

Come on, girls.

Next, please.

Oi.

Uh, Mr. Van Dimon.

Diemen...

Van Diemen.

So, Mr. Van Dimon,

what brings you

all the way to our remote little

corner of the world?

Well, I'm curious.

Curious?

You'd have to be very curious

to travel thousands of miles.

Bloody right, I'm curious.

I'm very curious

to find out

why you boys crossed

two oceans

to help the British

burn down my farm.

Well...

Arjan Van Diemen.

And I thought

the war was finished.

Not for you,

you murdering bastard.

You're under arrest.

Give it over.

Go on.

Go on.

Give him

his rifle back.

Now, you bloody fool!

Put your weapon away.

Do you know

who this is?

That'll be all.

Thank you, Saunders.

Jesus.

Don't make me

write you up.

Get back to the docks,

Brooke.

Give some real soldiers

a hero's welcome.

Yes, sir.

Apologies for the undignified welcome,

Mr. Van Diemen.

Saunders there was

with me in South Africa.

He seems to have forgotten

the war's over.

I'm sure you understand.

Mm.

So you do exist.

I led a detachment

of cavalry

for nearly two years

trying to catch up with you.

We chased you clean

across the Transvaal

whilst you caused havoc.

And you, Major...

you couldn't even catch

a simple farmer.

What's your plan here,

Van Diemen?

You're a long way

from home.

You too.

On the contrary,

this is home for me now.

Home?

Huh.

Home these days seems to be

most of the globe to you British.

So are you planning

on buying some land here,

perhaps take up

farming again?

No, I guess we didn't

leave you with much, did we?

Well, for what it's worth,

Mr. Van Diemen,

I hope you do find

your new home here.

Come here.

What is this?

It's a piece of home.

- Home?

- Mm-hmm.

What do you mean, home?

It belonged

to my grandfather.

Sometimes he would cry

over this.

Looks like sand to me...

red sand.

You're very pretty.

There's a lot prettier

in this town.

Some of them officers'

wives, they...

No no no no, I've seen

lots of women...

wahine on Tahiti.

You could be

a princess there.

Take your hands off me.

I'm quite capable

of walking by myself.

Come on, Sergeant.

You've had a bit too much.

Goes with the rank,

Corporal Drake,

- with the rank.

- Yes, Your Highness.

"Goes with the rank."

Oh, watch yourself

there, Teddy.

Don't you "Teddy" me.

Oh, hey. Oi.

There's a lantern on

in the stables.

I'll have his guts

for garters.

Well well well,

what have we here?

If it isn't young Lucy

and a bloody savage.

What are you two

doing in here,

besides the obvious?

I don't think

I know you.

Do you know him?

Never seen him.

Wonder where he gets

his money from.

Weren't interested

in our horses, were you?

He's talking to you.

You think he

understands English?

Anyway,

you're trespassing

on army property.

I think a thrashing

might be in order,

gentlemen, eh?

Now come and take

your punishment

like a good

little savage.

- Hold him up.

- Get up.

Eh?

I'll teach you to mess

with our women.

Get up.

- What did you say?

- Leave him alone, you bastards.

You should have taken

your thrashing, boy.

Savage!

Christ, you bloody...

Jesus Christ.

Jesus.

Jesus Christ.

You bloody killed him.

You bloody killed him.

You bloody killed him.

We need a doctor.

Get a bloody doctor!

Sir...

You walked

into the stables

and he simply

attacked you?

Yes, sir.

Unprovoked?

Well, we did ask him

what he was doing in there.

We thought he was

after the horses.

- That was all?

- Yes, sir.

Levin.

That was about

the way of it.

And this was

the way of it?

Yes, sir.

That were the way of it.

Yes, sir.

He was off that whaler

that came in yesterday.

Sergeant Leybourne.

I don't think our man

will be getting far, sir.

Let's make sure

he doesn't.

He's been seen

heading off up the coast.

I'll need

half a dozen men.

That should be enough.

And horses.

He's on foot, so we'll soon

catch up with him.

What about dogs?

No, no dogs.

This isn't a blood sport.

I won't have it

turned into one.

Now that local scout...

Mr. Bryce, sir.

Yes, Bryce.

I want him here,

fully provisioned

within the hour.

We'll leave at first light.

See to it.

Van Diemen.

I don't suppose

you saw anything?

You know, we could use

another good tracker.

The reward is

That's a lot of money.

You see that man?

He butchered

British officers.

I don't want that scum

anywhere near me.

That needn't trouble you,

Sergeant Major.

You shan't be

accompanying us.

You and Corporal Levin are in

no fit state to be chasing anybody.

The pair of you

will return to barracks.

I trust I make

myself clear.

Yes, sir.

- Well?

- Yes, sir.

Look, when I arrived

yesterday at the harbor,

I didn't see

any whaler.

They left without him

on the afternoon tide.

The skipper was

angry as hell,

charging around, shouting at

everybody if they'd seen him.

I tell you, I was near

to locking him up.

Why so angry?

Well, he'd lost his

harpoonist, didn't he?

A good harpoon man's

worth gold these days.

These all his belongings?

Yeah, these and his

kit bag over there.

- That too?

- Yeah.

All right, dismount.

Sergeant Leybourne,

these horses need a rest,

- just a few minutes.

- Yes, sir.

Mr. Bryce, what is it?

Maori.

See? The weight's

all on the toes.

No heel print.

The weight's right.

By the spacing...

his height.

It's him.

If he keeps heading

up this coast,

he'll reach

Dunney's Point,

find a boat... whew,

away at sea

'fore you know it.

Very well.

- Private Barker!

- Sir.

Get up on those rocks, man, see if we

can't get around the headland

- before the tide comes in.

- Yes, sir.

Mr. Van Diemen,

is there a problem?

It's not him.

No disrespect

to Mr. Bryce here,

but our man was used

to wearing shoes.

This man,

whoever he was...

he never wore shoes.

With respect, Major,

I don't think our man

is just another sailor.

I think

he's coming home.

Sir, if we go

right away,

we should be able to get around

before the tide cuts us off.

Thank you, Barker.

All right, mount up!

Van Diemen!

Blast the man.

Barker, get his horse.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Bryce.

Your man left

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