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Get off the steps!

The topgallant's broken!

- Whoa, boy. Whoa. Whoa.

Oh.

Easy now. Easy now.
Put him down here.

Stay below, Munro!

Gather round.

I must confess, uh...

I did not know Mr. Ridley well,

but, uh, the, uh...

...the death of any man
is a sorrow to be mourned.

Mr. Munro...

perhaps you might like
to offer a benediction.

Only those
who have been at sea...

truly grasp
the enormity of this world.

The immense nature
of its vast distances.

It is a frightening thing
to be made so...

closely aware
of one's own insignificance.

Most men would flinch
from this knowledge.

And yet, we are so compelled,

we hurl ourselves
into the vacant spaces of this

- profound Earth...

...knowing,
even as we do, that...

one day...

at some unforeseen hour...

a great price
may be demanded of us.

Commend now his everlasting soul

in the name of Jesus Christ,
our savior.

Amen.

Amen.

Loose the main sail.

- Stand by to bear away.
- Stand by to bear away!

- Come in.

A worthy eulogy for a sailor
lost far from home, Mr. Munro.

Thank you.

Your words and actions
speak of a man

who has seen
something of the world.

I'm from a family
of shipbuilders.

And now you're a minister.

A lay minister.
We lead by example.

Adam Smith.

Yes.

A man of God who reads
of a mercantile world.

Well, you've come
to the right place, Reverend.

There's money to be made
in these outcast corners.

Your new parishioners
have staked their lives on it.

That boy's royalty,
believe it or not.

Son of one of
the paramount chiefs.

His father bade me
to teach him seacraft.

Uenuku.

Mr. Farrell,
give the lad the wheel.

Uenuku, take us
three points to starboard.

Ease her as she pitches.

Very good.

You should be happy, Farrell,

you need never rise
before noon again.

All right,
that's enough.

-Land ho!
-Aye.

Your new home, Mr. Munro.

Never was perdition
so pleasing to the eye.

Are there Maoris in this area?

They're everywhere.

Even when you can't see them,
they're there.

Where's the nearest
safe anchorage?

Uenuku? That bay?

No. That one.

Waikura.

All right, lads,
we'll go ashore,

find some timber,
replace the topgallant.

- Go, lads!

-Heave!

Well, would you look at that!

That's it, boy.

That's it, boy. Keep going.

Good boy.

You are a lot more entertaining
than my usual cargo, Munro.

- There's not half

as many surprises
in a sack of flour.

- Yes, quite.

Splendid.

Ya!

All right, lads,
the show's over.

- Come on. One, two, three!

Ya!

Yes!

Munro, what is that?

It's called a sketch.
And sometimes a portrait.

What is this?

He rei-puta.

A whale tooth.

It's the voice
of my father's god.

I'm named for this god.

- Uenuku-kai-tangata.
- Ah.

Admirable.

And... and this?

Toku whakapapa.

It's my story.

The story of my life...

so far.

All right, lads.
Keep your wits about you.

We're here to get timber,
not cause trouble.

It's all right.

Where the hell has he got to?

All right, lads, with me.
Come on.

It's all right. That's enough.

Everything alright,
Mr. Munro?

I think so.

I asked him
to forgive your trespass.

You meant no disrespect.

Thank you.

You can't trade with people
you can't talk to.

And that
we need wood for repairs.

He wants the horse
as payment for the trees.

Boyd, give him the axe.

Go on, lad.

There. All friends again.

We should be ready to sail
by tomorrow morning.

I'm thinking I would like
to camp here until then.

Oh, no, no.

Captain, it's been
a long journey.

I need to feel some earth
beneath my feet.

If I'm to live in this country,
I must acquaint myself with it.

I was charged
to deliver you to Epworth.

And you shall.

But firstly, please,
permit me this furlough.

All right.

I'll leave Uenuku with you.

- Good.
- Where is he?

- Harris, where's the boy?
- Sir?

The lad. Where is he?

Uenuku!

Uenuku!

- Fetch the muskets.
- I'm not going into that.

If we don't get him to Epworth,
we don't get paid.

- Whoa! Whoa!

Hey!

What do you want here?

I ask that you spare

the lives of these people.

These are my people
from these lands, not yours.

They are nothing to you.

I ask that you...
you show them mercy.

You are English.

Your king is George.

King William now.

George is dead?

Yes.

I sat at his table.

We come in peace.

Ketere.

My son learned much from you.

It was an honor.

This man is my cargo.

I must deliver him to Epworth.

In a sense.

Hmm. Very well.

- Go now.
- What about these people?

And what will you trade

for them?

My horse.

My horse for their lives.

One horse, one life.

- Choose.
- I can...

I cannot make that choice.

Please.

Let's go. Now.

Let's go. Now, go!

To hell with this, Mr. Kedgley.

She can have my cabin.

Come below.

You must not stay up here.

Come. Please.

Please. You need shelter.

Stand by to make sail.

You may rest in here,

and... and sleep.

What are you doing?

No, no, no.
Please, please, please don't.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I will find you some food.

And some water.

That's it.
Up, together.

Mr. Munro.

Horace Beauchamp.

- Welcome to Epworth.
-Thank you.

Her husband was killed.

I have taken her into my care.

Ah, she's fortunate indeed.

Follow me and I'll show you
to your lodgings.

Good luck, Mr. Munro.

If you've come here
to rinse souls for Jesus,

you're going to be busy.

Help here,
Mr. Goldsworth.

Here we are, Mr. Munro.

- Thank you, Mr. Beauchamp.
- You're very welcome.

I'll leave you
to attend to your ward.

Please.

Morning!

Yeah, give me
a hand over here, yeah.

And behold, ye are this day,
as the stars of heaven...

Mr. Munro,

what a pleasure to find
you already hard at work.

Reginald de Buin.

- We've corresponded.
- Yes, of course.

How do you do?

Not exactly Saint Paul's,
but you'll make something of it.

I shall do my best.

Would you care
to join us tonight for dinner?

That is most kind.

-Are you unwell?

Oh.

Sorry.

- It's all right.

What part of the south
are you from, Mr. Munro?

The southeast coast, Hastings,
but I mostly grew up in London.

- Hmm.
- My father was a shipwright

and wanted to make his name
in the capital.

Well, did he?

No, he slowly
murdered himself with drink.

Oh.

And what do you make
of Epworth, sir?

Mm.

It feels a little like
a sculpture

in its early stages.

Its true form not yet emerged
from the stone.

Beautifully put, sir.

Everything is in place.

The land is rich.

The opportunity is immeasurable.

Indeed, even if it seems
somewhat precarious at times.

The land we're on,
we rent from a local chieftain,

paid for with the help
of a subsidy from the Crown.

And do you have good relations
with your landlord?

Maianui?

Well, so far.
The threat's not from him.

There are reports
of a warlord out there.

A thorough savage.

He's been launching assaults
against other tribes

and claiming their lands.

Would that be A... Akatarewa?

You know of him?

I have encountered him
personally, yes.

The young woman
I brought to Epworth,

her husband
was slaughtered at his orders.

Along with many of their tribe.

-When?
- Two days ago.

The Maidenhead
stopped in for repairs.

Then it's true.
He's coming south.

Should Akatarewa
move against Maianui,

this colony's future becomes
uncertain, to say the least.

Please, can we speak
of something else?

Doctor, as a direct result
of that brutal encounter,

the young woman in my care
has a wound.

I'm afraid we have
very limited medical supplies,

and my contract is to minister
to the physical well-being

of the citizens of Epworth.

As yours is to minister to
our spiritual needs, Mr. Munro.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

Good evening, doctor.

My father would not thank me
for telling you this,

but there is someone
who might help you, Mr. Munro.

-Mrs. Hegarty?

Mrs. Hegarty,
my name is Thomas Munro.

Excuse me for appearing
at this late hour.

- I have a young... I...

I have a young woman
in my care,

a young Maori woman.

I was told you could
perhaps help me.

Is she not well?

She has a wound
which I fear may be infected.

You must leave.

Mrs. Hegarty, thank you.
Please, she's here.

What's she doing here?

Her husband
was killed two days ago

and she was wounded.

Here.

She's been grief stricken.

She also injured herself,
sort of scratching herself.

Yes, it's kiri haehae.
It's a grieving ritual.

Right.

This is Rangimai, of Ngati Hau.

You know her?

Could you build
the fire up, please?

I've applied a poultice
to draw the infection.

If I'm not here,

you must insist
that she drink this.

I can certainly try,

but she's not been taking
anything directly from me.

Well, she's in mourning,
but you tell her it's kawakawa.

- Kawa kawa?
- Kawakawa.

It's also in the poultice,
with some pia manuka.

- Pearmanuko?
- Pia manuka.

Stay there.
-Stay inside.

That's her father,

- Maianui.

He gives her comfort.

Akatarewa's men.

She looks
for her husband's killer.

Rangimai!

Munro, don't.

What did he say?

He wants Rangimai to stay here
and be tutored by you.

He's leaving one of his men

to protect her.

You are clearly
held in some respect by him.

By Maianui, aye.

But not by these fine citizens.

Time to open for business.

Let us begin with a hymn,
"How Firm A Foundation."

- Excellent job, Reverend.
-Thank you.

There's a fierce power
to those old hymnals.

The weight
of a whole civilization.

Are your lodgings satisfactory?

They are, yes. Very good.

Should you require anything,
come directly to me.

My door is always open.

Unlike yours, Doctor.

Mr. Munro.

- How do you do, Mrs. Beauchamp?
- Very well, thank you.

Dance.

Dance?

Top of the morning
to you, Mr. Padgett.

Morning.

Half a dozen eggs,
if I may.

I've not seen you
at Chapel lately.

And nor will you.
I'm of the true faith,

not the travesty
you preside over.

I think you'll find

my interpretation
of the gospel...

I care not
for your interpretation

of the Bible, Mr. Munro.

Nor am I interested
in anyone else's opinion

in this God-forsaken hole.

He promised us opportunity here.

Told us this was
some kind of paradise.

A popular word.

Inevitably a misleading one.

It's a trap, is what it is.

We're thousands
of miles from civilization,

clinging to a scrapper beach,

surrounded by savages
of the most barbaric kind.

How else can this end,
do you think?

Except in fire and blood.

And yet you seem
to be doing well.

Mark my words,

every coin I make
goes towards a passage home.

Rangimai, look.

See all the trees?

They're dancing together
in the wind.

- Dancing?
-Aye.

Look.

Dancing.

Dancing.

Dancing.

A-dunk, a-dunk, a-dunk, a-dunk,
a-dunk, a-dunk, a-dunk. Chin up.

A-kata dida dida.

A-dida dida-dida...

Ba dida da...

And around this way.
Two, three, four...

One, two... Didi didi didoo...

Dancing.

A-da di-da di-da.

A-ta ri-ta ta-ta...

And what is the name
of this child?

Edward Edgar.

Edward Edgar Wallant.

- Oh!

For you, Jesus Christ
came into this world.

For you, he died.

And for you,
he conquered death.

Mr. Munro,

out there, what you do
is your own business,

but not within these walls.

We worship an almighty God,
they pray to leaves and twigs.

Surely if we are
to live alongside them,

- we must involve them...
- Some differences may be

too vast to be reconciled.

Good day, sir.

-Children.

...can you give me
a hand over here?

Coming.

Would you like to go?

Yes.

Rangimai.

Ey?

- I want three...
- Would like...

I would like
three pounds flour.

Like that, is it?

Like what?

I'll make it perfectly clear.
I'm serving you, Mr. Munro.

Why is that?

Because if I sell
to the natives,

I'll be playing
into their hands.

You see
that new building there?

Beauchamp's General Store.

They're trying to drive me out,

but I'll undercut the bastards,
so help me!

And that's double handed.

So make sure
that you lift it up.

All right. Let's go.

Behold.

Oh.

Is that the extent
of your eloquence, Munro?

The dress is stunning.

You... you look beautiful,
Rangimai.

My husband loved this dress.

We're very grateful.

I take it you will
not be joining us tonight?

Have a lovely evening.

- Thank you, Mrs. Hegarty.

We do not have to stay long.

Good evening,
Mrs. Webster.

Mr. Munro.

-Dance?
- I warn you, I'm not very good.

Rangimai,
your dancing was splendid.

- I would like more.

Uh.

I was under the impression
the savages were out there.

- Munro!
- That an innocent man,

can be set upon
and murdered like a dog!

Murdered? Who?

Pahirua.

We must summon a magistrate.

And where might
we find this personage?

Strolling in the mountains,
taking in the air?

Do you not understand, Munro?

We are alone here.

Far from it, you fool.

Pahirua was here
under our care and protection.

You think you can just
murder him with impunity?

You can rest assured, Munro,
we will hunt down the culprit

with every resource
at our disposal.

- Horace.

We have the culprit.

My sincere condolences.

-Padgett.

I done nothing. Hurt nobody.

- What evidence do you have?
- The man confessed.

After you beat
the words out of him.

We will hold him
till the first ship arrives.

He'll have his trial
in Australia.

Go home.

Whoa.

Can I see him?

Will you be taking him
back to his people?

Then take my horse.

Thank you.

There is no need for you
to accompany us, Mrs. Hegarty.

At journey's end,
you'll need my voice.

And you needn't keep calling me
"Mrs. Hegarty".

Haere.

You should know that

Padgett was found dead
in his cell this morning.

So his injuries were fatal?

He hanged himself.

Actions of a guilty man.

A devotee
of the Church of Rome?

Suicide condemns him
to eternal hell and damnation.

You expect me to believe Padgett
would have chosen that?

I expect you
to report to Maianui

that justice has been done here
on behalf of his people.

I will do no such thing.

You have responsibilities
to this community, Munro.

When will you return?

We paid
for your passage out here.

Built you a chapel,
a cottage to live in.

Surely it's not unreasonable
to expect you to perform

your duties in return!

Munro!

You have a gift.

My mother taught me.

She was gifted.

You mentioned your husband.

He was killed in battle.

I'm sorry.

I don't mean to intrude.

He was a warrior?

When war comes,
they're all warriors.

And how long
did you live among them?

- Some years.
- But you left?

When my husband died,
I had no place.

A pakeha woman alone.

What does this word mean?
"Pakeha"?

Well, it might mean
"white serpent on the water,"

or it might mean "enemy."

But it could be a word
the Maori heard the whalers

and sealers calling each other.

"Bugger ya."

- Whoa.

Haere mai.

Great Maianui...

I have come here

because I feel responsible

for what has happened
to Pahirua.

He says,
"Don't be saddened.

You saved my daughter's life."

"What should I do
with the people of Epworth?"

"Who should I kill?"

They... they pay you,
do they not,

to occupy the land?

Aye.

Perhaps you could
raise their rent.

You know,
that's how they got here.

In a fleet of giant canoes,
just navigating by the stars.

Wondrous.

And the green stone
they're using,

what is that? Jade?

Yes. They call it "pounamu."

It's highly prized.
They've got many uses.

Tools and weapons
and adornments.

The Maori believe
that it takes on

the spiritual power
of the... the wearer,

and that increases
from generation to generation.

So this is my daughter's.

And your daughter's name?

Mahora.

Hmm.

Brown Bess.

Bess?

Even here,
at the edge of the world.

The British
Land Pattern Musket. Flintlock.

There's a much faster way
of loading these.

Hmm?

Why don't you try?

Haere mai.

Come.

Sit.

"Why did you come here?"

What do they want?

"You're hiding something."

"What's this?"

I... I...

- I was a soldier.

In the British Army.

And we...

I led an attack

on what we believed
to be an enemy stronghold.

Under strict orders

to not show any mercy.

We charged into
thick smoke and confusion.

We could not fire
our muskets because we...

we were unsure
who was friend or foe.

We used sword
and knife at close quarters,

fighting blind, as it were.

Almost by...

- by feel.

I... I slashed
and... and stabbed

and I roared like a...
like a beast.

If it wasn't
wearing a red tunic,

I'd kill it.

Eventually the...

the smoke cleared and I...
I could see what I had...

- ...what I had wrought.

Dead and... and dying...

- ...women and children...

lay all around me...

amongst their warriors.

We...
we had attacked a... a school...

...where these women
and children were...

...were seeking refuge.

I left the army.

And for years I...
I became a wanderer.

I asked... I asked...

- God just to strike me down.

But instead, he...

- ...he sent me here.

"I have killed
women and children."

"Women and children die in war."

"What matters most

is who wins."

"Munro,
do you seek redemption

- as a man of peace?"

"I pity you."

"Only blood redeems blood."

I was transported to Botany Bay,

for stealing flour and yeast.

The Jupiter out of Liverpool.

The crew mutinied,

killed the captain.

All the women were raped

and those who resisted
were killed.

We made landfall
not far from here,

and the crew, the fools,

they encountered a local hapu.

Just murdered them.

Maianui exacted utu.

The ship was attacked,
ransacked and burnt.

And everyone,
crew and convicts alike...

killed and eaten.

I was spared because

I had saved a warrior
from one of the pigs

who'd oppressed me.

The warrior turned out
to be Maianui'’s brother.

So I became one of his wives.

And your daughter?

Mahora?

I'm sure Akatarewa will come,
he'll make no distinction

between adults, children,
men, women.

You fight or you die.

- You fight and you die.

And he's of no help.

Oi, lads,
come on, with me.

Kedgley!

Munro.

I see you've broadened
the scale of your ministry.

What are you doing?
Putting a match to tinder?

If they had no muskets,
they'd use spears.

And if they lacked spears,
they'd use stones.

- It's all they know.
- I don't believe that.

Well, it doesn't matter
what you believe.

It matters what he believes.

Time marches on.

The rest,
we give you, next time.

No, no, no, not next time.
You get what you pay for now.

Let me speak
with Akatarewa.

This is the path to destruction.

These muskets
are just the beginning.

It...
it's what they want.

A war with no end, where...
where all Maori are destroyed.

War is the enemy
of peace.

You and Akatarewa
must make peace.

Otherwise your
children will have no future.

"Why would
Akatarewa listen to you?"

Because I was that enemy.

"Go to Akatarewa."

"Convert him
to your God of Peace."

"If you succeed,
I'll follow your god also."

"If you return alive."

Maianui is obliged
to consider all his options.

Your God of Peace
may not deliver.

Can you not find it
within yourself

- to have a little faith?
- I have faith, Munro, in you.

But be careful.

Maianui will always act
in the interests of his tribe.

"Beat your ploughshares
into swords

and your pruning hooks
into spears

and the weak will say,
"I am strong."

Joel, chapter three...

- I understand. I understand.
- ...verse ten.

You're on a fool's mission,
Munro.

It... it cannot be moral
to sell guns to people

who have no history
or experience with such weapons.

Your man Adam Smith would say
that supply will meet demand

and the market
will eventually self-regulate.

What market?
Who will be left alive?

The most able.
That's the way of the world.

It's the way of base nature.

Red in tooth and claw.

Well, to your good health,
Munro.

May it survive this foolishness.

What are you doing here?

- Has anyone seen you?
- You see me.

Why are you here?

For Akatarewa, from Maianui.

I shall deliver it to him.

Akatarewa will respect
the daughter of Maianui.

Yes, I've seen his respect.

- Is this Akatarewa's?
- Aye.

Bring it about, Mr. Farrell.

Prepare to drop anchor.

We're there.

Now, I want you to stay here
until I return, out of sight.

Do you understand?

- No. I come with you.
- No.

My father wishes...

Your father
never said anything to me.

This is my mission,
my responsibility.

I will not put you at risk.

Look at what happened
to your husband.

Uenuku, haere mai!

Munro.

What business have you here?

I seek an audience
with your father.

Is this all you have left?

Oh, no, no, there's plenty more
where that came from.

Come.

There you are.

Munro.

I wish you luck
on your moral crusade.

Thank you.

I remember
what you said to me about mercy.

Am I not merciful?

That woman...

- Maianui's daughter?
- Hmm.

She is alive
because of my mercy.

- Yes.

What is your business here?

- I have come here today...
-Do you want
your horse back? Hmm?

I have come here
today to speak to you

on behalf of Maianui.

He wishes you to know
that he desires peace.

- He sends these offerings...

as a token
of his respect for you.

We will make peace
with Maianui...

...through war.

Peace cannot be achieved
through violence.

This is a violent land,
steeped in blood.

- Like England.
- Yes.

You have seen
the white man's world.

You believe you are capable
of defeating them.

There will be too many.

Your only chance
is to face them as one people.

And what of my enemies?

And their insults?
Who will avenge these?

If you kill each other,

you are doing
the pakeha's work for them.

Perhaps you are utu.

Revenge for the pakeha.

Your death
can avenge their crimes.

Beg for your life

and I might show mercy.

I will not.

Munro, look to your horse.

Harris.

They're the same
as the last lot.

- You have more?
- As many as you can pay for.

That's 15 pigs per musket.

- Fifteen?
- Or 200 baskets of potatoes.

- Two hundred?
- Supply and demand, I'm afraid.

You are right to be afraid,
Kedgley.

God, no!

Oh, God.

Come with me.

When you were hiding
on the ship,

when you stowed away,

was that always
about revenge for your husband?

- Utu.
- "Utu" what is that?

- Revenge, death...

...go hand in hand.

You could have been killed.

Tell him about the ship.

It can carry many warriors.

"I have defeated
many with few before."

This ship has cannon
and mortar.

- You will be overwhelmed.
- So... we die...

as warriors.

- You should both leave.
- Wait.

We stand with Ngati Hau.

A rahui has been lifted.

I have been welcomed back
into the hapu.

You also.

Munro?

-Shh.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Here.

Charlotte.

- Charlotte.

Munro!

- Munro!

May I
present Uenuku from Ngati Ruapu.

His Majesty's Representative,
William Cornwall.

Sir.

Allow me to present my wife,

Rangimai of Ngati Hau.

Madam.

And our counsel,
Mr. Thomas Munro.

Munro.

His Majesty is aware
of your tribe's

sterling support of Epworth,

and also of the burgeoning
trade routes

you have set in place
up and down this coast.

His Majesty wishes me
to offer you his admiration

for your enterprise.

Thank you.

Until now,
this trade has taken place

without oversight
by His Majesty.

This meeting
is to give you fair warning

that situation
is about to change.

His Majesty intends to establish

a Customs and Excise post
here in Epworth

which will oversee trade
in and out of this location.

You may tax trade between
pakeha any way you see fit.

But what has that to do with us?

Customs and Excise
must apply to all trade.

The King
has said this?

I speak for the King.

But your king
has no standing here.

This land belongs to Ngati Hau.

It has been theirs
for generations.

They are willing to negotiate.

First and foremost,

would be the rental
to be paid by His Majesty

if and when he does establish
a Customs and Excise post here.

What?

We look forward
to further discussion.

Good day, Mr. Cornwall.

Munro?

What on Earth
has befallen you, man?

What have you done
to your face?

My story.

The story of my life...

so far.

- Yes.

Well done.