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empty-handed, didn't he?

That's right.

Your Mr. Van Diemen

was right.

Raupo bread.

Maori pollen bread.

Where would he get that?

Look at the size

of this fire.

Whoever this fellow was,

he was in no hurry.

Mr. Bryce, are you

seriously telling me

that we've been following

the wrong man all day?

Same build, same height,

wrong Maori.

I knew we should have

gotten bloody dogs.

We'll double back,

pick up the trail

where our Mr. Van Diemen

disappeared on us.

And you're quite certain

you can do that?

I'll have two trails to follow

instead of just one.

Well, we'd better get on

with it then, haven't we?

Mm, been fishing, eh?

Head, feet.

So you knew I was

watching you, eh?

Good.

Mm.

So you've made yourself

some shoes?

Mm, clever boy.

Horses won't be much use

to us from here on, Major.

Al right.

Thank you, Mr. Bryce.

- Private Barker.

- Yes, sir?

You'll take these horses back

to base in the morning.

Yes, sir.

- Crowther.

- Yes, Major?

- We'll keep yours as a packhorse.

- Sir.

Do not move

unless I tell you to.

I said do not move.

Stand still.

Stop.

Shut up.

Argh! Bloody hell.

That's better, eh?

How much are they

paying you for me?

How much?

Mm.

A lot of people

would be happy with 25.

Lucky I got you.

If I have to kill you,

I will.

Mind you, anybody

who'd be happy with 25

would probably be

too stupid to find me.

Yeah, they would.

That's 75 sovereigns'

difference alive or dead.

I'll tell you what:

What will you give me

if I promise

- not to choke myself to death?

- Just walk.

What are you reading?

Hey, I asked you

a question.

That "the wicked

will perish.

The enemies

of the Lord

shall be as the fat

of lambs."

Mm.

"But the righteous

showeth mercy, and giveth."

The 37th psalm.

I spent a lot of time

in a missionary school.

That's where

I learned to read.

You're an educated man.

Does that make

a difference?

Perhaps.

Why?

Because education

distinguishes

the civilized man

from the savage.

Ah, there are no savages

here then.

The missionaries taught

us all to read...

all of us.

My father could quote your

bible from cover to cover.

"You cannot know

your enemy," he said,

"until you know

his God."

And did he find

their God?

Oh yes, he met Him

at the end of a rope.

So what's my life

worth now?

I am not a killer.

You'll have

an honest trial.

I'll get

an honest hanging.

What is that?

Let me see.

You can trust me.

Wife? Daughters?

Pretty.

Yeah.

How old are they...

your daughters?

Eight, and the twins

are six.

And where do they live?

Back in town?

They don't live.

They're buried

in South Africa somewhere.

They say when

children die, they...

they stay children

forever.

You can't start a story

and not finish.

It's not good.

It's not good

for your soul.

Stop here.

Two hours.

All right,

let's keep moving.

It's just mouku.

You can eat it.

You didn't know that,

did you?

Mind you, you weren't

brought up here.

You see this?

Meke-meke.

Just a little nibble on that

and you'll be

spewing your guts out

for days.

I shouldn't have

told you that, should I?

"And His blessing covered

the dry land as a river

and watered it

as a flood."

I could build us

a raft.

"As He hath turned

the waters into saltiness,

so shall the heathen

inherit His wrath."

Stop.

Sit. Sit.

Don't move.

I'm not moving.

Turn around slowly.

Drop the pistol.

Drop the pistol!

No.

What?

Drop it.

No.

I'll shoot you.

You know,

when I travel

I always keep

an empty chamber

in case of accidents.

Before you cock it,

I'll have a bullet

between your eyes.

You're lying.

Truth is

I'm not really sure.

I've been careless

these past two days.

Of course,

we won't know until

you pull that trigger.

I don't believe you.

Fine.

And I will

pull the trigger.

Fine.

Well, if you're right, I'm dead.

If I'm right, you're dead.

But until you pull that trigger,

we won't know.

Drop the gun.

No.

- Drop the gun.

- You drop your gun.

- I'm not dropping my gun.

- I'm not dropping my gun.

Fine.

Let's just walk to shore.

And keep your hands

where I can see them.

No. No.

I will pull the trigger.

I'll take my chances.

My legs are getting cold.

You should have

stayed over there where it's dry.

You are the most annoying man

I have ever met.

I should kill you

for just being annoying.

I thought

you weren't a killer.

I'm not, or I would have

shot you right away.

In which case

you'd be dead.

Well, we don't know

that yet, do we?

I'd like a smoke.

No.

Damn you.

Damn you.

Come on, come on.

They meet here

separately.

Hold there.

There's two now.

- Both of them? Two men, both of them?

- There's two.

- All right, which way?

- This way.

Sa-bine.

Sabine.

Is that your wife?

What language is this?

I told you

I'm from South Africa.

You're one of them Boers.

Sounds like a bushpig.

"Boer"...

it means "farmer."

You're the strangest

farmer I've ever met.

You fought the British,

didn't you?

My grandfather led our people

against the British.

He was a great leader,

a warrior.

But he lost.

He lost like you.

And this brought great

shame on our people.

And we were labeled

Tangata Hara...

men of sin, rebels.

I never lost.

Well, why are you here

then, in my land?

Where is your farm,

farmer man?

You fought the British

and you lost too, didn't you?

You lost.

And that's not

all you lost, is it?

Where'd you learn

to track a man?

Hey.

Dabe.

What do you mean, Dabe?

Dabe... my father's

houseboy,

old Hottentot.

Hottentot.

What's a Hottentot?

A South African bushman.

A bushman?

I've never seen one.

You never will.

All gone, good as.

Like me.

As dumb as they are,

they will catch you

and probably shoot you.

If I were in your shoes,

which I am,

I'd just worry about

them finding me.

You can't run forever.

One of us will find you.

You best pray

it isn't me.

But I'm not the one

who's running.

I think you're the one

who's running away.

And I think...

I think you left

your soul behind.

Now untie these

before I break

your bloody neck.

You know, when you sail

for a long time,

you've got to get on

with all the blokes.

If someone

doesn't get on,

we just throw them overboard

at the next port.

With you,

I don't think

we would have waited

till the next port.

Your wife...

how did she die?

Did she get sick?

Did she get sick of you?

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have said that.

Thanks.

Walk.

- What is this?

- Biltong.

I'd rather die

of starvation.

Right here.

Something here.

Blood.

Fighting or...

Which way?

Come.

Wouldn't it be easier

if we just wait

for the river to calm down?

No, I'm not taking chances

with the rain,

not in this

bloody country.

It's not going to rain.

I'm a sailor.

I can tell you the weather

from the color

of the water.

I lied, okay?

I lied.

Come.

You're taking me back

to be hanged

for something

I didn't even do.

Huh?

What would you do, huh?

What?

Oh, Mr. Silence now, huh?

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