01x03 - The Sport of Kings

[bunniefuu]

[music playing]

[grunting]

Ow.

Ow.

Ow.

Oh, Daddy.

[music playing]

Dan.

Jan, get your face out of that damn book, boy.

Get your father a drink.

Have Piet get it.

Your brother has his hands full.

Bring me a whiskey sour.

Something for your old dad.

Hello, McCourt.

Scotch and soda, gin [inaudible],, please.

Hello.

I wouldn't have thought you were interested in cricket?

I would have said the same of you.

Au contraire, there's little I enjoy more than a good innings.

Thank you.

Oh, good show, son, good show.

See that, Burkitt?

Indeed, Sir Rex.

Quite fine, I suppose.

Fine?

Bloody marvelous, I call it.

Winning the match single handed.

Yeah.

Dorothy?

Do you feel all right?

Yes, I'm fine.

It's just a little hot out here.

I think I'll go and sit in the shade.

Excuse us.

[whispering]

You're right.

They're not spoken for.

The chairs, if you're wondering.

Thank you.

We were--

The others are taken, you'll find.

MAX: Rafe.

Max.

MAX: When are you going to let Blue Jay get that filly

of yours in foal, eh?

She's too skittish.

She needs a good studding, like any filly.

Wouldn't you agree, Reverend?

I'm afraid I couldn't say.

MAX: Oh, I can.

I do.

A young filly is like a young woman.

Break them in, and break them in early.

They're yours to command ever after.

Excuse me.

Dorothy.

Dodo.

That's a--

Karinde.

Karinde, isn't it?

Yes.

Sorry to drag you off, sir.

You didn't.

We won.

What's the problem?

A body has been found, [inaudible]..

It looks like m*rder.

Afternoon, sir.

Sorry to interrupt the game.

Valentine.

[inaudible].

She found him about three hours ago when

she came to fetch some water.

Afternoon.

Anyone touch the body?

Dr. Miller's down there making some preliminary sketches,

but apart from that, no.

We waited for you.

I imagine identification could be pretty difficult though.

It would appear that he's taken a hell of a b*ating.

What about the clothes?

No, nothing that tallies with missing persons reports.

This where she usually comes?

To fetch the water? - Oh, yes, apparently.

She came here yesterday.

It doesn't look like it happened here.

Is there any blood?

No, sir, nothing.

No sign of a struggle.

Doctor.

Superintendent.

The body could have been dumped

overnight somewhere upstream.

That go with the time of death?

I'll know more once I get him back to the lines and conduct

a post-mortem, but, yeah, rigors to present,

he must have been k*lled within the last to hours.

Pass the word around the villages.

Someone must be missing him.

He's not much more than a lad.

Get me the report as soon as possible,

and make sure a description of the clothes

is circulated to all the officers

before their next parade.

[inaudible],, Commissioner Burkitt.

Good afternoon, sir.

Race Week banners and buntings have not yet been hung in town.

Neither has anyone begun repainting the traffic

lane demarcation line.

We are waiting on a delivery of special white traffic

lane demarcation lines for the painting of paint, sir.

I'll speak to the quartermaster, sir.

You do appreciate the importance of Race Week?

It's the highlight of the social calendar, sir.

Just so.

For seven days, the eyes of the colony,

if not the whole of East Africa, will be turned towards Nairobi.

It is essential we are seen to put on a good show.

Absolutely, sir.

There's been a report of a prowler loitering

around Max Van der Vuurst's stables.

I'll get one of my constables to look into it.

Good God, Tyburn.

The man presented our future King

with the Gold Cup Winner.

It behooves us to do better than just send a mere constable.

Be sure to change out of your whites

before presenting yourself.

Sir.

I've heard of this Van der Vuurst.

He's a bore, sir.

I should get on well then.

He's a self-made man, sir.

Maximilian Van der Vuurst.

He came to Kenya in , after the w*r, a refugee.

One of many with nothing more than a shirt on his back.

He prospected in the north and struck gold.

His empire grew throughout the 's.

Quite a few business interests in England as well.

And throughout the United States and Kenya,

including the Nairobi clarion.

The voice of king.

He's a very fine and important gentleman, sir.

One of the great success stories of the colony.

A prowler, the houseboy said.

Mr. Van der Vuurst?

Archie McCourt, estate manager.

I can't say as I've seen any sign.

What the hell do you think you are doing, McCourt?

Miss Hilda.

Out.

Go on.

Or I shall say you've been peeping at keyholes again.

I'll leave you to it.

Hilda Van der Vuurst.

Superintendent Tyburn, miss.

I was hoping to speak to Mr. Max Van der Vuurst.

Daddy's at the gallops.

Drink? - Yeah.

No.

Just told me where these gallops are, and I won't

take up any more of your time.

Oh, I'm sorry, I couldn't do that.

Daddy hates being disturbed when he's working the horses.

Besides, I'm the only one that's seen him.

The prowler.

I take it that's why you are here.

When did you first see him?

Two days ago.

Down by the stables.

Early.

I ride before breakfast every morning.

He was there again yesterday.

And today?

No.

So what are you reporting, his absence?

I'm just telling you what I saw.

You should be writing all this down in your little notebook

or something, shouldn't you?

I would, miss, ordinarily, only my little pencil's

broken right now.

What a pity.

Have you seen my sketch pad, Hills?

Oh.

My brother, Jan, the artist.

This is someone from the police.

The police?

Nothing wrong, is there?

Your sister reported a prowler.

Good heavens.

Might this be what you're looking for?

Yes.

Thank you.

Very nicely done.

You think so?

Very professional.

You have an eye for detail.

No doubt about it.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Well, good hunting.

Unless you have anything to add, miss, I'll be on my way.

You're not going to do anything?

I'll make a report, of course, but beyond that,

good day to you.

Well, that's just not good enough.

He might be out there still, lying in wait,

heaven knows what on his mind.

I'm afraid.

I think you'd probably find that he's more afraid of you

than you are of him, miss.

Can't say I blame him.

Sir.

Thank you.

I think we may have a name for our fellow from the river.

This chap, Elihu Mwangi, says his son's missing.

Clothes, general description, it could be our body.

His son, the missing lad, he's called Job.

He works as a stable boy for Max Van der Vuurst.

I just come from there now.

My officer tells me you've reported your son missing?

I have not seen him since yesterday.

And where was that?

Worker's village on Van der Vuurst's estate.

He went to work in the morning, and did not come back.

Why didn't you report it earlier?

I have been asking anyone if they had seen him,

but no one has.

[non-english speech]

[inaudible].

Take him out--

[interposing voices]

[non-english speech]

What did you find?

There are injuries to the head and upper torso.

The shoulders and also the arms raised in protecting himself.

Death occurred as a result of a blow, blows to the head.

The skull is fractured in several places.

w*apon?

Shambolic walking-stick, length of pipe, perhaps.

I also found these clutched in his left hand.

Such blooms are not found by the river.

These are cultivated flowers.

How could this happen?

I'm very sorry, but we'll find the person responsible.

You have my word.

But how?

My son was good and kind.

Have he been in any trouble recently?

Trouble?

With a girl perhaps.

A girl?

He was not yet moran.

He had not yet come to manhood, sir.

How could he, sir?

[wailing]

You have my word, Elihu.

There he is.

Good heavens, Superintendent Tyburn.

Don't tell me you found Hilda's prowler so soon?

No, sir.

Mr. Van der Vuurst, this is my colleague, Assistant

Superintendent Valentine.

There's a matter that we have to discuss with you, sir.

Can't it wait? We're just about to eat.

I'm afraid it can't.

There's a boy who works in your stables by the name of Job?

What of it?

What's he done?

He was found dead yesterday afternoon.

My god.

Good heavens, what happened?

Well, he was beaten to death.

I should be grateful, if you could spare

us the details, Superintendent.

There is, after all, a young woman present.

When did you last see him, sir?

Oh, I don't know.

He wasn't at the stables yesterday or the day before.

Three days ago, I suppose.

Did he seem himself?

Himself?

He was a stable boy.

Paid to shovel sh*t.

How should I know whether he's himself or not?

He couldn't have been--

Miss?

Well, I just wondered, the prowler I reported,

perhaps if I had mentioned it sooner,

this never would have happened?

Don't distress yourself, my dear.

Was he a good worker, sir?

He's a kaffir.

A kaffir, inherently lazy and unreliable.

Van der Vuurst!

Van der Vuurst, you devil.

There you are, Daniel.

Rafe, my dear fellow.

You bloody swine.

Steady on, sir.

Superintendent, allow me to introduce my rather

excitable friend, Rafe Goodwin.

You've got a nerve.

I know you're behind this outrage.

Hilda, my dear, would you mind?

Daddy's mislaid his spectacles.

Doubts were cast today on the bloodline of Leaites,

the three-year-old owned by Mr. Rafe

Goodwin of Goodwin's Stables.

Leaites had been strongly favored to give Bluejay

a run for his money in the Duke of Norfolk

Plate at the forthcoming races.

That's libel.

Only if the report is untrue.

RAFE: And you know darn well that it is.

Rafe, I own "The Clarion."

I do not edit it.

I'm not responsible for content.

You'll print a retraction and an apology.

Or by god--

You'll do what?

Don't thr*aten me, Rafe.

I could crush you like a d*ck.

This is not the end, Van der Vuurst.

By god, it isn't.

Such a disagreeable fellow.

Well, despite the many and varied distractions,

I've had [inaudible] appetite, so unless there is

anything else, Superintendent?

Not at presence, sir, but I will need

to question your other workers.

Shall we say first thing tomorrow morning?

Thank you.

My apologies for interrupting your meal.

Ah, not at all.

Not at all.

Do give my regards to Miss Fitzgerald when you see her,

eh?

Good day.

I can't imagine he meant anything by it.

I mean, after all, what's to be implied?

It's the way he said it, it just worried me a little.

How well do you know him?

I know the public Max.

The horse fancying philanthropist press baron.

Scotch, please.

Two.

Behind the mask, the most powerful man in the colony,

according to some.

Does the governor know that?

After the governor, of course.

It's been said Rex Willoughby wouldn't have

his fine, feather bed at the governor's mansion

if it wasn't for Max's influence.

Michael Goodwin turned up while I was

interviewing Van der Vuurst.

Took a swing at him.

Rafe?

Rafe and Max aren't exactly the best of friends.

What's that about?

Last year, one of Max's nags won the Duke for Norfolk Plate.

Rafe made some comment that Max had,

I don't know, fix the scales or some other such nonsense.

I don't doubt Rafe didn't mean it,

but he did say it in the main bar of the Suffolk Hotel.

Did Van der Vuurst sue?

Rafe settled out of court.

, guineas.

Drop in the ocean to Max, of course.

Matter of principle.

It's funny how those most anxious to preserve

their good name usually deserve the worst reputation.

Well, as far as I understand, it

was Job's habit to arrive for work early,

and certainly nobody saw him here at all on the day

that he disappeared.

Mr. McCourt.

Good morning, sir.

I'd like a word before you leave.

Yeah, of course.

Good morning.

Perhaps, later.

You know anything about horse, Superintendent?

A little, yes.

A little.

I should imagine that a former trooper with the Ninth Lancers

knows more than a little, eh?

Let me show you something.

Now, some people collect paintings,

some beautiful women, fast cars--

They do if they've got enough money.

It's a means to an end.

But my passion is horses.

And this is the non-parlay Bluejay, my pride and joy.

Magnificent, isn't he, eh?

Yeah.

He's very fine.

I knew that you would appreciate him.

He is going to win the Duke of Norfolk Plate.

Put your shirt on him, eh?

Well, I'll leave you to your business.

If you require anything, I shall be at the house.

Oh, [inaudible],, just speak to the houseboy.

Mr. McCourt, is there anything you want to tell me?

Yes, of course.

But this isn't easy for me, you understand, in my position.

The fact is, it was Max.

You know, the boy.

Mr. Max Van der Vuurst muttered Job Mwangi?

Is that what you're trying to tell me?

Yes.

Right.

I chastised him.

You have to.

That's all the understand.

But he was alive when be left here.

Maximilian Van der Vuurst, I arrest

you on suspicion of m*rder.

Daddy?

This is some kind of joke?

You don't have to say anything unless you wish to,

but what you say will be taken down

and may be used in evidence, do you understand?

You are making a grave error.

Take your hands off me, kaffir.

Don't you ever speak to one of my officers like that again.

Daddy, what is it?

What's going on?

Don't worry, my dear.

There is nothing to worry about.

Your daddy will be back before you know it.

[knocking]

Excuse me.

What about the blood-stained cloth?

Singh's taken it over to Dr. Miller for analysis.

And the bonfire that McCourt said Van der Vuurst made?

I found this.

It's the head of a walking stick.

I'm sending the men over now to go over

the whole area with a fine tooth comb

to see if they turn up anything else.

- Good. - Best of luck, sir.

Thank you.

Have you completely taken leave of your senses?

You have arrested Max Van der Vuurst.

Yes, sir, on suspicion of m*rder.

I know damn well why you have arrested him,

on the say so of his bloody estate manager.

That's not quite the case, sir.

Van der Vuurst admitted taking his cane to the boy.

Oh, good god, Tyburn, what is the matter with you?

Just because he beats a boy doesn't mean he's a m*rder*r.

We believe we have sufficient--

I don't give a damn what you believe.

I want proof.

Not you taking the law into your own hands yet again.

If I don't do it, who will?

Sir?

Good afternoon, Governor.

Afternoon, sir.

Sir.

Gentlemen.

Damned awkward, Tyburn.

For the dead boy, sir, it's a little more than awkward.

I don't doubt you have your reasons,

but it is the broader scheme of things.

Sir?

Whatever he may have done, I'm sure he wouldn't

have acted without good cause. - Good cause?

He b*at to death--

Tyburn, remember who you are addressing.

It's all right, Burkitt.

It's all right.

Have you considered for a moment the ramifications

of such a trial?

We have a position to maintain here.

A position?

Look, he may have been overzealous

in his punishment of this boy, but some

will say spare the rod, spoil the colony.

I have only one interest, sir, and that

is to bring the man who k*lled Job Mwangi to justice.

Of course.

Of course, you must do what you must do.

But the cost of the colony, and I think it only fair to you

to mention it, to yourself, may be more

than you're willing to pay.

Mr. de Ville, I wasn't aware that you

were a friend of the accused? - Friend?

No, Lord, no.

That's just simply the place to be seen.

"The Clarion" is calling this the trial of the century.

Anyone who's anyone is here.

Maximilian Van der Vuurst, you are charged

that on or before the th of June,

, that you did m*rder Job Mwangi

with malice and forethought.

It was a ferocious, frenzied, and sustained att*ck.

To my mind it is highly unlikely that Job Mwangi

would have been able to walk anywhere

having received such injuries.

An analysis of the bloodstained cloth taken

from the car confirmed the presence of human blood,

it was O negative.

The same blood type as Job Mwangi.

The accused replied, I chastised him.

You have to.

That's all they understand.

He concluded with the assertion that when

he, that's Job Mwangi, left here, he was alive.

I had occasion to use Mr. Van der Vuurst's car,

and in driving along Gong Road, the car sustained a puncture.

While I [inaudible] the jack, I noticed what looked like blood

on the floor of the car.

I saw Mr. Van der Vuurst throw what seemed to me bloodstained

clothing onto a bonfire.

He also b*rned his walking cane, which was in two pieces.

Normally such tasks would be left to the servants.

It was a very unusual thing for him to do.

I came home from exercising the horses,

and I heard screaming coming from inside the house.

I ran inside, and I saw a Job Mwangi attempting to--

a moment, please.

Attempting to outrage my young daughter, Hilda.

That is a lie!

He's lying.

My son would not do such a thing.

Silence in court.

But I did not mention this before because I wanted

to spare my daughter the shame and the agony

of having to recounted her ordeal

at the hands of that devil.

The story about the prowler, it was a lie.

I made it up to protect Daddy.

I'm so ashamed.

The truth is, Job was there when I

came back from my morning ride.

He was waiting for me.

He had a Kn*fe, and he--

it was awful.

If Daddy hadn't arrived when he did--

Bad luck.

You're premature on your commiserations, aren't you?

After that show?

Defending a white woman's honor, which

is more than she ever did.

No, you've lost.

You know it, and I know it.

Prisoner at the bar, please rise.

Members of the jury, how say you?

On the charge of m*rder, do you find

the accused Maximilian Van der Vuurst guilty or not guilty?

Mr. Van der Vuurst, over here, sir.

Do you have any comment to make, please, sir?

The The police were only doing their duty.

I have every faith in British justice, and above all,

in my god who sees me and knows that I was innocent of m*rder.

- But what about the-- - Thank you.

No more.

Thank you.

You can't say I didn't warn you.

There'll be another time.

[scream]

Stop him.

The next one kills you.

[inaudible].

Thank you for your assistance, Captain.

Captain Charles Keating, recently attached

to the Kings African r*fles.

You promised me justice.

You swore.

You gave your word, and I trusted you.

I'll take him down to see Dr. Miller.

Right.

Any word on de Ville?

It's only a flesh wound.

He'll survive.

Good news for Mr. Mwangi.

Sup.

At ease, Tyburn.

Thank you, sir.

What's he doing here?

Mr. Van der Vuurst does not intend to press charges.

I can understand the man's anger, however misguided.

I mean, to err is human.

Your divinity notwithstanding, sir,

Mr. Mwangi's offenses were committed against others

besides yourself.

Of course.

Well, if there is anything I can do

to bring this sorry and unnecessary episode to a close.

I'm prepared to stand bail whatever the charge is.

I employ a lot of native workers,

and with Race Week so close upon us, the last thing I want

is any kind of labor dispute, eh?

If you'll excuse me, gentlemen?

Thank you, sister.

You're welcome, sir.

Superintendent, how perfectly dear of you to visit.

How are you feeling?

Bored.

The eve of Race Week, and here am I

laid up like some sickly child.

It won't do.

Dr. Miller says you're lucky to be alive.

Another few inches--

[french] I should have preferred

my assailant to have been a jealous

lover naturally There you are.

Well, we've brought him in.

Oh, yes, yes.

Well done.

Look, um, this may seem a bit, but I don't want any fuss.

Court and so forth. - Fuss?

The man sh*t you.

Yes, but he wasn't aiming for me, was he?

I'd rather let the whole matter drop.

That's your decision.

Of course.

Nice flowers.

Who are they from?

Oh, I can't.

Regards, Max.

Oh.

You settling in?

The men seem pretty well disciplined.

What made you pick the r*fles?

Curiosity.

I wanted to see the continent my ancestors fought and d*ed for.

My grandpa fought at [inaudible],, Father

at Mafeking.

When it comes to Africa, I'm rather

hoping to turn the Keaton family fortunes about.

Well, you may be in the thick of it sooner than you think.

There have been a number of incidents

up on the border recently.

Good show.

As long as I don't have to set out

tomorrow and miss the big day.

You like the horses, do you?

Today sees the start of Race Week.

Unfortunately, a gathering of this kind

draws to Nairobi not only the best,

but also the very worst of society.

From here to Mombasa, every idler, sharper, confidence

trickster, and pickpocket will be

drawn like a leopard to a watering hole

by the prospect of rich pickings.

It is our duty to see that these undesirables

have a poor, weak sport.

To that end, we have agreed that some of you

may don mufti in order to move among the crowd more freely.

A decision that will be welcomed by those

of lax and indisciplined temperament among you.

We may expect the usual display of high spirits of an evening,

but so long as good natured horseplay does not descend

into rowdyism, we will allow our visitors

to enjoy their pleasures without let or hindrance.

Carry on.

Unconfirmed London sources insist

Tyburn left England to avoid facing

a charge of unlawful k*lling.

This young [inaudible] would be well advised

to beware unscrupulous prospector's

and seek matrimonial bliss among suitors of her own station.

Good morning, gentlemen.

We have a busy day ahead of us.

Shall we get on with it?

RACETRACK ANNOUNCER: Number , Bluejay,

is the first on the race card.

[inaudible]

Number is [inaudible],, ridden by Mr. William Crowly Frampton.

Number is That's the Way, ridden by Mr. Pat O'Conner.

Number is Quite a Boy, ridden by [inaudible] Driscoll.

Number is [inaudible] ridden by--

See anything you fancy?

Have you read the newspaper?

It was brought to my attention, yes.

Willoughby did warn me that going after Van der Vuurst

might have its consequences.

I'm really sorry.

Ah, the happy couple.

I didn't know you were a gambling man, Doctor?

Oh, Bluejay to win is hardly gambling, Superintendent.

I think I should put a fiver on Laertes.

Poor old Rafe could do with a win.

Yeah, a patient of mine was saying--

not that I'm one to repeat surgery gossip,

that this Laertes is Mr. Goodwin's last

throw of the dice?

Yes.

I've heard that.

I'd give anything to see Van der Vuurst lose.

I'll pace your bet for you.

He's a good man.

I think so.

A good husband also for the right wife.

Don't believe all you read, Doctor.

I'm a man of science, Miss Fitzgerald.

I believe only what I see with my own eyes.

RACETRACK ANNOUNCER: I've just been

told that we are about to welcome

the governor of the colony here at the Nairobi Race Week,

and so we welcome Sir Rex Willoughby.

[horns playing]

I met a chap who knows a chap, and he

told me to put my shirt on Bluejay,

if you're looking for a tip.

You know the horse?

Yes, I do.

She ought to.

Her daddy owns it.

Keaton, sir.

Captain Keaton, King's African r*fles.

I think I knew your father.

Max Van der Vuurst.

Well, I hope you're gonna bet Bluejay, eh?

Indeed.

RACETRACK ANNOUNCER: Black with the gold dukes

is number , Chateau's [inaudible],, Joseph Calley.

In the dark blue will be Red [inaudible]

on the front of the jacket, Red Cap.

Number , Bluejay, and Shorty Cutler

in the colors of his [inaudible] Van der Vuurst.

Putting this one down for the post,

is the red horse with the black and white cross

coat, red sleeves half.

Number Laertes, the mount of Mr. William Frampton.

Of course, this horse's owned and trained by--

Sorry.

RACETRACK ANNOUNCER: So the two favorites Bluejay and Laertes--

Where the hell's Jan?

He'll miss the start if he doesn't get a move on.

That boy's bladder is as weak as his will.

Ah, Max.

It worked.

What the hell are you doing here?

You've got a bloody nerve.

You must understand.

I only did what I thought was right.

I ought to thrash the life out of you.

You better go, McCourt.

I made a mistake.

I need the job.

You should have thought of that before.

You can't do this to me, Max.

I know too much about you.

I'll see you in hell.

You--

Even you'd be hard pressed to find another reason

to b*at a man to death.

So forceful, Superintendent.

Is that the attraction, my child?

Oh, lay off, Max.

Listen, Van der Vuurst, you put

what you like in your scandal sheet about me,

but you leave Miss Fitzgerald alone.

Do you understand?

Is that a thr*at, Superintendent?

I don't give a damn who you are, how much money you have,

or how powerful your friends are, you go after her again,

and I'll break you.

Into pieces.

RACETRACK ANNOUNCER: Now gathering down

at the starting point. they're about to have

their guss adjusted by the starter and his assist.

It won't be too long before the Duke of Norfolk Plate

gets underway.

The waters are at the starting gate.

Walking in and away they go.

The Duke of Norfolk Plate [inaudible] level break.

In the lead is Bluejay.

[inaudible]

[interposing voices]

RACETRACK ANNOUNCER: Bluejay leads

by about a length and a half.

Laertes in second place.

These have now gone about [inaudible]..

Who's staying on into third place [inaudible]

as they race toward the end of the back stretch.

Bluejay still has the court.

Laertes has the inside as they make the turn.

Into third place goes That's the Way.

Staying on is Quite a Boy.

Now making the final turn, Bluejay by two lengths.

[interposing voices]

RACETRACK ANNOUNCER: [inaudible] on the inside,

Bluejay on the near side.

Bluejay veers off.

Bluejay [inaudible].

Bluejay's [inaudible].

And Laertes has been left to win The Duke of Norfolk Plate.

In second place, That's the Way, Quite a Boy,

in third, and Half Step in fourth.

I think his neck is broken.

Is he dead?

I'm afraid so.

His pupils are contracted.

Congratulations, Rafe, well done.

Thank you, my dear.

Come on, Albert.

I hate this place.

It's full of snobs.

One of whom is willing to pay me decent money to run

medical supplies up to Gilgil.

No chins and no manners.

[inaudible] any more than you do, but business is business.

You can buy me a scotch.

Two scotchs, please, no ice.

If you're not careful, I'll drag you onto the floor.

To dance, Albert, to dance.

Excuse me.

Emma? Emma?

A few of us are going over to Tuppy Palmoterre's for drinks.

Why don't you join us.

Bring your friend, of course.

Superintendent Tyburn's broadminded, Piet,

but I think even he would draw the line

at one of Tuppy's parties.

And I'm flying up to Gilgil first thing.

Pity.

Well, we must.

Yes, we must.

Ladies, shall we?

I rather expect that we shall, [inaudible]..

He's pretty full of himself?

Can't imagine why?

Probably because his father is the richest man in Kenya.

- Well-- - Daddy?

[cheering]

Shoes, Daddy.

Shoes, Daddy.

Yes, Daddy.

Shoes, Daddy.

Hilda.

Sh sh sh.

Hilda.

Goodnight, Daddy.

- Nightcap? - No.

I'm turning in.

Papa?

Who's there? Oh, it's you McCourt.

What on earth are you doing here?

If my father sees you, he'll k*ll you.

Ha, we'll see about that.

I've come to collect my belongings, young man.

Well, don't let the old man catch you.

Look out!

[snoring]

This Way

Hilda and I saw him to bed around : or so.

I retired shortly after myself.

About an hour later, I heard Hill screaming.

She got up to fetch a drink of water and saw smoke.

So you didn't notice anything unusual when

you returned home last night?

On the contrary, it was very quiet.

Our servants had been given the night off to attend Reverend

Michaeljohn's film shown.

So it was just you, your sister, and your father here?

Yes.

Where was your brother?

He went off to some party with the Braxton Smythe twins.

Tuppy Palmoterre's, I think.

You're not-- good god-- - No, no.

There's no need to be alarmed.

With any sudden death, there are procedures

that we're obliged to follow.

Yes, of course, but this was an accident.

He was drunk.

It's happened before.

He must've knocked his lamp over or something.

Piet.

Thank god.

What the hell's happened?

Is everyone all--

It's the old man.

Take the body to the police lines, all right?

Oh, god, no.

We must-- we must try to conduct ourselves

as he would have expected.

We must make sure the business doesn't suffer.

There are things that must be done.

People, offices, companies to be notified.

Here, New York, Paris, London.

We must do everything as he would have wanted it.

Get a hold of McCourt. - McCourt?

After what he's done?

He's the only one knows how the bloody thing runs.

Do you know how to reach him? - No.

He came by last night to pick up the rest of his stuff.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

McCourt was here last night?

I thought you said it was just you and your sister.

I didn't think it was important.

You didn't think it was important after what happened

between them at the racetrack?

I sent him on his way, of course.

Where can I find him?

You might try Dodo, I suppose.

She was quite thick with him at one time.

Who's Dodo?

Dorothy, Reverend Michaeljohn's wife.

She was my father's private secretary before she married.

I came as son as I heard.

The governor sends his sincerest condolences.

Gentlemen, if you'll excuse me.

- Thank you. - Tyburn.

Valentine.

The colony has lost a great man with the death of your father.

I'm so very, very sorry.

[inaudible].

Not : and already I have a hit and run and a death

by burning to deal with.

Thank god, Race Week is only held once a year.

As much as I hate to say it, you better

give Van der Vuurst priority.

What's the word on the jockey, Doctor?

The word, Assistant Superintendent,

is that someone had determined that Bluejay

should not win the Duke of Norfolk Plate yesterday.

Laudanum, as I thought, taken in liquid form

mixed with cherry brandy.

A fatal dose?

Enough to eventually render him senseless, so indirectly--

Indirectly, a fatal dose.

Thank you, Doctor.

Chat the bookie.

See what you can find out about Rafe Goodwin at the track.

You think he's behind all this?

Someone was out to make a k*lling yesterday.

Follow the money.

Sir.

Sir, there's no record of Mr. McCourt

at any of the lodging houses or hotels in town.

However, a clerk at the station says

he's sure he sold him a one-way, first class ticket to Mombasa

early yesterday evening.

You sure it was McCourt?

He remembers him clearly.

He says his wallet was full, but he chose to write

a check for the amount.

Wire the description to the police lines in Mombasa.

Have them check the lists of every cargo ship,

tramp steamer, and [inaudible] put out in the last hours.

Very good, sir.

No, no, no.

On second thought, circulate that description

to all rail stations. - Sir?

When ticket clerks start to remember individual passengers,

I start to get suspicious.

McCourt wouldn't be the first fugitive

to leave a false trail.

A fugitive, sir?

The man is sacked, the next day,

his ex-employer is m*rder*d, the sacked man leaves.

Call me old-fashioned.

You are old-fashioned.

Thank you, Karinde.

Where will I find you if there's news?

Be back within the hour, but if anyone asks,

I've gone to the pictures.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Excuse me, Mrs. Michaeljohn?

I'm afraid my husband isn't here, Superintendent.

It's you I want to speak to.

You used to work for Mr. Van der Vuurst, didn't you?

I don't know whether you know, but he d*ed last night.

Yes.

It was a fire, wasn't it?

I found out this morning.

It's awful.

Well, the family are very anxious to reach Mr.

Archie McCourt, and they told me that you might be able to help.

Me?

No.

I'm afraid I don't know Archie very well.

Perhaps you could tell me, what exactly did he use

to do for Mr. Van der Vuurst?

He sorted the day to day running of the estate, liaised

with the various businesses around world,

dealt with any problems with the workers, kept the books.

And while you were working there,

how were things between them?

Were they on good terms?

I couldn't say.

I was only his secretary.

Oh, you were more than that, surely?

I'm sure I don't know what you mean.

No, I'm sorry.

No, I mean you were a trusted employee and

privy to his business dealings.

He took you into his confidence, didn't he?

No.

I only dealt with his correspondence.

I'm sorry, Superintendent.

I'm very busy.

I must get on.

I'm sorry.

Thank you for your help.

If he had d*ed of asphyxia, one

would expect to find soot and debris

in the lungs and airways.

Of this, there is no sign.

Are you saying he was dead before the fire?

There are injuries to the head and chest.

A machete or a*.

[non-english speech]

I watched some of the film show,

and then I went for a walk by myself.

Anyone vouch for you?

Elihu, you know why you are here.

Did you k*ll Max Van der Vuurst?

I wanted to for Job.

He was a bad man.

A devil, and I'm glad he's dead.

But I did not k*ll him.

Well, what has he got to say for himself?

Mr. Mwangi denies the charge, sir.

Do you know what this is?

Well?

That's my panga.

It has my mark.

But what has happened to it?

Where did you get it?

Just because his panga was there,

sir, doesn't mean he did it.

Oh, damn it, Tyburn.

What is the matter with you?

You'll take their side against your own people

every bloody time, won't you?

No, sir.

Call yourself a bloody Englishman?

I promise you, this is one noble savage you won't

keep from facing the drop.

Now, charge him.

There are other aspects of this--

Charge him, damn you!

Don't argue with me.

Charge him.

The case is closed.

Before hanging a man, I prefer to be sure he's guilty.

How dare you be so damned insolent?

Now, for the last time, charge him.

- Go to hell. - What did you say?

You heard me.

You want to charge him, you charge him.

I'm leaving.

Come back here!

Tyburn!

Tyburn!

It's not very good manners to leave a girl

waiting on the threshold.

TYBURN: Come in.

Cozy.

How did you find me?

Valentine?

Karinde, actually.

What's it all about?

Burkitt.

Mad dog's been out in the sun too long.

I've just had enough.

You resigned?

I've decided I'm leaving Kenya.

I'm going to try something different.

I see.

And us?

I didn't know there was an us.

But if that's what's been happening,

it's probably best that we stop it before.

Before what?

You know what I mean.

I make pounds a year.

I can't give you what you deserve.

You belong with--

I belong with whoever I damn well choose,

so spare me your laboring class sensitivities, please?

At least I know where I stand.

Thank you.

I don't think there's anything left to say, is there?

I understand Job's father's been charged with murdering

Max Van der Vuurst.

Yes.

And you don't believe he did it.

So what good do you think you're doing him shut up in here

feeling sorry for yourself?

You're giving them exactly what they want.

I've done what I can.

It's not my concern.

You failed Job, you failed Elihu

so now you're running away, just like you did in London.

That's not why I left London, and you know it.

I know the man I fell in love with wouldn't be running away.

He'd stay and fight.

But I suppose you're not that man.

The next performance is at o'clock, Superintendent.

Oh, I caught a bit of it yesterday, sir.

It was very exciting.

It pays for the more educational features.

If they were only half as well attended, but sadly,

the modern appetite is for v*olence and sordid melodrama.

I despair.

I shouldn't worry about it, Reverend,

there are far worse things in the world.

And it is only make believe.

You gave a film show at the Worker's

Village on the Van der Vuurst estate the night he d*ed,

didn't you?

Yes.

Did you know if Elihu Mwangi was there?

I don't recall seeing him.

He may well have been, but it was dark.

How long did it go on for?

It began about half past :, the show lasted an hour or so,

and then we sang a few hymns of praise.

By the time we packed up, it would

have been sometime around :, quarter past or there abouts.

Where did you go from there?

Where did we go?

We went home.

Your wife used to work for Mr. Van der Vuurst, didn't she?

For a couple of years, yes.

Did she leave amicably?

I mean, did she get good references?

I really don't see what this has to do with Elihu Mwangi.

Well, nothing really.

It's, um, just when I came to talk to your wife yesterday,

she seemed very reluctant to discuss Mr.

Van der Vuurst with me at all.

There we are.

That is a matter for my wife.

What about you, Reverend?

How did you feel about him?

I mean, they say he did good work, charity and so forth.

Max Van der Vuurst was a plague

on this colony, Superintendent.

Worse than any visited on Pharaoh.

He liked to own things, people.

And what he couldn't own, he did his best to destroy.

He was a bully and a curd.

Well, Reverend, I think I've taken up enough of your time.

I'm sure you've got work to do.

Thank you for your help.

Dr. Williams sent word to the lines

that you should meet him at Miller's Hotel

at your earliest convenience.

Driving for Commissioner Burkitt now, are you?

He's an ass, sir.

Corporal.

You're right.

You wanted to see me?

Yeah, indeed.

No uniform?

My hit and run, I was telling you about.

I had Sub Inspector Singh take some post-mortem photographs.

You notice anything familiar?

The eyes, they're the same as Van der Vuurst's jockey.

Just so.

Who is he?

There are no clues as to his identity

among his wallet and papers, but a pickpocket, we suspect.

I found something in his back trouser pocket.

It's all right.

It's only been checked by Singh for fingerprints.

Cherry brandy?

Cherry brandy and laudanum.

It's engraved.

I can't read that.

Max, to our brave new world, Beth.

Max?

So what else have you got?

Well, to be perfectly frank, Burkitt's making

a complete pig's ear of things.

He's very anxious to secure a conviction,

and I actually went down to the race course.

I picked up a fair bit of gossip,

but he will not let me run with it.

And certainly not anything that would cast

doubt on Elihu's guilt.

I understand you no longer labor under these restrictions?

And it's really not yet common knowledge

that you've actually resigned.

I don't think he's even told the governor.

So we thought maybe, you could--

Shake the tree a bit?

Yes.

Exactly.

So what else have you got besides the flask?

Rafe Goodwin had about , riding on Laertes.

Is that all he put on?

But the word is he laid another ,

around the course through a third party.

So he must've cleaned up?

No, no, no, no, no.

He wasn't backing Laertes.

Rafe Goodwin's other , was laid on Bluejay.

Hello.

Hello.

Mr. Goodwin in?

Yes.

Can you wait for a sec?

Yes.

[inaudible],, someone to see you.

Weller?

Come quickly, Weller does not answer.

TYBURN: Mr. Goodwin?

Mr. Goodwin, open the door.

No!

Sir.

It's true then?

Bloody fool.

Is there any indication as to why?

He left one word by way of a su1c1de note.

Bankrupt.

What we found here, it seems the rumors about his financial

situation were well-founded.

There are bills, creditors letters.

Here's an offer for the stable.

He'd never have sold.

Horses were all he had left.

Poor old Rafie.

Never did have much luck with them.

With anything, I suppose.

How well did you know him, sir?

We were at [inaudible] together.

Came out here on my suggestion.

Is there anyone we should notify?

Any family?

There's a photograph here of a woman and two children.

Andrew, Clemmie, Liza.

He was married?

Before the w*r.

Rafe suspected another man.

Thought he pack her and the children off to the States

for a while, see if she couldn't get over it.

Did she?

When the boat docked, Eliza and the children

were not on board.

They say she-- the balance of her mind was disturbed.

Terrible.

Terrible luck.

It's a trait that seems to have dogged

him to the very end, sir.

Just two days ago, he put his shirt on Bluejay

for the Norfolk Plate.

Bluejay was Van der Vuurst's horse, wasn't it?

Seems he didn't have any faith in Laertes's

ability over distance.

Just his last throw of the dice.

He thought Bluejay would come through.

I took him for a better judge of horseflesh than that.

Bluejay was a very fine horse, sir,

but the jockey was drugged with laudanum.

Drugged?

We have in our possession a flask containing laudanum,

which we found on a pickpocket, who was k*lled

in a hit and run accident.

And the connection?

It appears the flask belonged to Max Van der Vuurst.

Good god.

We're now trying to reach his accountant.

- Archie McCourt. - Yes, sir.

With your permission, I'd like to go Van

der Vuurst's financial records. - Of course.

You have a free hand to investigate

this matter as you see fit. - Thank you, sir.

God man, Tyburn.

Burkitt must be made to realize who he's got.

I shall be speaking to him.

Sir.

Welcome back, sir.

Welcome back.

Feels like I've never been gone.

Thank you for the bike.

Anytime, anytime. Let me take this for you.

Thank you.

What's all this stuff?

Little light reading for you, Van der Vuurst's accounts.

It would appear that you have a visitor.

Max said if I ever discussed any of his business

with anyone, he'd let it be known that--

I'd had a letter from home, you see,

saying my brother was dead.

I was very--

Max comforted me, and I don't have a head for spirits.

I woke up in his bed.

He's dead now, Mrs. Michaeljohn.

He can't hurt you anymore.

What aspects of his business dealings

didn't he want you to discuss?

He was very close with McCourt.

Thick as thieves, but not all the time.

There was some furious rows.

Some discrepancies about Archie's bookkeeping.

I don't know what it was exactly.

Max shut the door so I wouldn't hear.

Did your husband know about Max?

Max used to make insinuations.

So in the end, I told him myself what happened.

I've tried to be a good wife.

Truly, I have.

But since that day--

The Reverend's a decent man, Mrs. Michaeljohn.

I'm sure in time he'll realize that he's

also a very lucky man.

Sorry to interrupt, sir, but you'd better get

over to the telegraph office.

Mr. McCourt has been picked up.

If you'll excuse me?

It's been coming for about the last five minutes.

Where is he?

He was picked up this morning by some officers

from the Moil Station, who were looking for the cattle raiders.

It's all rather confused now.

It seems that the station itself is under att*ck

by the same raiders.

plus r*fles, first att*ck repulsed, three casualties,

amm*nit*on low.

Request dispatch relief at once.

Urgent, situation grave.

Second att*ck beginning.

Under fire.

Please send-- That's it.

I think they've been cut off.

Good god, Tyburn.

Uniform.

Battle dress, sir.

The governor sends his best wishes for the enterprise.

How long do you think it will be before you reach the station?

It's rough country.

We'll take the trucks as far as we can.

I've arranged to meet the rest of my platoon at Bluff Pass.

They'll bring the horses.

If we press on through the night,

we should get there by late tomorrow.

What the hell is this?

We're coming with you.

We have a few questions for McCourt.

He's been made vice-chairman, and we've been

frozen out of our own company.

Well, I can guarantee your safety.

We're not looking for guarantees, Superintendent.

We're coming with you.

With your say so or without it.

Trust in reading?

If you care for fiction.

I thought tidying up my old man's estate

was a piece of work, but this is really--

I mean it all looks pretty healthy at first glance,

but once you dig deeper.

I think the Wall Street crash hit him a lot harder then

he prepared to admit, well, certainly to his shareholders

anyway.

Layman's terms, Valentine.

Well, he was offsetting his losses

by stinging the banks really.

He was securing loans against investments

he didn't even have.

TYBURN: How much was he in for?

VALENTINE: Too much.

Assuming, of course, that it was actually

Van der Vuurst behind it.

See, last few years there's been a steady flow

of funds transferred from Van der Vuurst coffers

into another account.

Now this account was actually closed down on the lunchtime

of the day he d*ed.

That's McCourt.

Spot on, sir.

Spot on.

Keaton?

This may seem like an odd question,

but did your father know Rafe Goodwin?

Goodwin?

The chap who sh*t himself?

I don't know.

Your father d*ed at Mafeking though you said.

That's right, sir.

Why do you ask?

Well, there's a picture at Goodwin's house of Rafe

with a man who looked like you.

Could have been your father, but it was dated .

Now, the siege of Mafeking took place two years earlier.

Father was wounded at Kalinsa and spent the rest of the w*r

on light duties in Mafeking.

And how did he die?

Fever.

He was stationed at one of the prison camps there.

Pretty pestilential place by all accounts.

He may well have known this Goodwin,

though it's not a name I recall ever hearing from my mother.

We're ready to move out, sir.

Right.

Just hope, should it come to it,

I can be a credit to the family name.

I'm sure you'll do them proud.

Move out!

k*ll the fires.

Something for the journey, Mr. Van der Vuurst?

Here.

What you doing with this?

It's my father's flask.

It was a present from Jan and Hilda's mother.

Jan and Hilda's mother?

I'm only a half brother to them.

You didn't know?

No.

He met her on business in Europe.

Sometime around .

What happened to here?

She was a consumptive.

He sent her to all the best doctors but to no avail.

He returned to Kenya a widower once again,

with two young children.

What about your own mother?

I never knew her.

Brought me into this world at the cost of her own life.

Sir!

You two, round the back.

Have a look around.

See if there is any sign of them.

See if the telegraph's still working.

Sir, there's a man alive back here.

It's OK, huh.

It's OK.

You're safe now.

He needs a doctor.

- McCourt? - No sign of him.

I'll check the out building.

Get some water.

Any luck with that? - Yep, it's still working.

I don't think they cut the lies.

See if you can reach Nairobi.

Get a message to Miss Fitzgerald.

We need Dr. Miller down here at once.

Right.

My men have found tracks heading East.

You're going after them then?

They must be bought to book for this.

Come on.

How is he?

He's very weak, sir.

Has he said anything yet?

A little.

He says they released McCourt to lend

a hand against the raiders.

They gave him a g*n?

He sh*t Sergeant Kinsey, then made

off with one of the horses.

Damn swine, I'd like to get my hands on him.

Better find him first.

Remember Van der Vuurst had a place along the border.

The goldmine? No.

It's been abandoned for now years.

Make sure he drinks plenty of water.

Sir.

Some water.

[plane engine]

I'll take that.

Thank you.

Miss Fitzgerald.

Thank you.

You have a patient for me [inaudible]??

This way, Doctor.

How are things with you?

Fine.

How are things in town?

Not good.

Most of the large investors are pulling their money out.

The market sense blood in the water and the sharks

are circling.

Will you sit with him for a moment,

please, Miss Van der Vuurst?

I have taken a b*llet from his chest, but he's still very ill.

Thank you.

He really should be taken to hospital.

We can't do that till the morning.

Singh sent a message for you.

He has completed the examination of the fingerprints

he took from the silver flask.

Some of them were from Van der Vuurst's jockey,

the others were from the children.

And Max's?

No.

They were not present.

He also received this morning word pertaining to the hallmark

and makers of the flask.

It was made by Henney and Sons, Queenstown, Ireland.

You think one of the family drugged Bluejay's jockey?

I think it was Van der Vuurst's idea,

but he probably got McCourt to do it.

You've got to remember that Goodwin put

everything he had on Bluejay.

Van der Vuurst was trying to ruin Goodwin?

Yeah.

I think McCourt offered the information about Goodwin

because he wanted to get back in favor with the Van der Vuurst.

But you saw the way they carried on at the track.

Perhaps we were meant to.

I'll telegraph you when I get back from Nairobi.

Right.

Miss Fitzgerald?

Yes, Albert?

Get back inside slowly.

We have visitors.

Inside.

Slowly.

Company. - Raiders?

Looks that way.

Barricade the door.

Close the shutters.

Piet, help me with this table.

You certainly know how to show a girl a good time.

I try.

Do you have a spare revolver for me?

A dead doctor is no use to his patients.

Doctor, b*ll*ts.

Magazines.

Magazines.

Cover the door.

Come on.

What the hell am I doing here?

I can't do this, Jan.

I can't.

Shut up, Piet.

Shut up.

Here they come.

[g*nshots]

First blood to us, sir.

Jan, behind you.

Piet.

Jam.

Piet.

They're falling back.

Hold your fire.

Safe your amm*nit*on.

[inaudible].

No.

Doctor?

How many rounds have we got left?

Half a dozen.

.

. and .

I've got .

They come again, we're finished.

Got to get to Keaton.

Which way did they go?

You've got some guts.

Oh, yeah, I'm a regular sport.

Switch on, contact!

[inaudible].

Stay alive.

Go!

How's Sergeant Kinsey?

His fever is under control, but--

I think they're coming in for a second try.

Quiet, everybody.

This is it.

Make every sh*t count.

No.

I'm out.

I'm out.

We're done.

They're gonna burn us out!

Close the windows.

Shutters.

Get everybody in here.

Valentine?

Yes, sir?

Any ideas?

Not just at the minute, sir, no.

About that idea, sir.

Yes?

Captain Keaton.

Good afternoon, Captain Keaton.

Afternoon, sir.

I suppose we've missed lunch, have we?

Perfect timing.

When will you be back?

Hilda's brother is going to take me out

to Van der Vuurst's old mine.

I think McCourt might be holed up there.

They found his horse yesterday, and the raiders

claimed to have wounded him.

Who will look after these people?

Keaton's going to leave six of his men.

And he'll keep an eye on Hilda, and everybody else is going.

You can't stop, can you?

When I flew over, I thought you were dead.

Yes, I thought we were.

Albert?

Jan, no!

You.

You brought horses.

That's considerate.

I'm in no fit state to walk.

My god, what sort of a man are you?

Thanks to Archie McCourt, a very rich one.

Your son.

You k*lled your own son.

My son?

Jan was not my son.

I had a son once.

m*rder*d with his mother by the British.

Mafeking.

Keaton's father and Rafe Goodwin were officers in one

of the concentration camps.

They used to eat breakfast beyond the wire in full view.

Fed scraps to the dogs, while my wife and son

slowly starved to death.

Are you ever watched a child slowly starve to death?

And then his mother.

But I survived, and I'm going to continue to survive.

Go on, get up.

On your feet.

Move.

What are you going to survive for?

So you can continue to take revenge on everyone?

Revenge?

No, not revenge.

Justice.

Goodwin left Africa before I was released.

But Keaton--

Keaton d*ed of a fever.

No.

I sh*t him.

And his whore as they slept, and took his son for my own.

Piet.

Yes.

His only son, as I thought then.

And Goodwin?

London.

.

Married, two children.

Jan and Hilda, the name on the flask, Beth.

Goodwin's wife was called Liza.

Elisa, Liza, Liz, Beth.

Rafe was not a good husband.

He could not give her what I could give her.

He suspected something.

Somebody, so he put them on a boat to America,

only they never arrived.

Everyone thought it was su1c1de,

both she and the children disembarked at Queenstown

where she bought the flask.

What did you do?

Did you bribe someone to falsify the passenger list?

There's a clever boy.

Then we returned to Kenya.

Her final journey, and Piet got himself

a little brother and sister.

And then you got Willoughby to invite Goodwin out to Kenya.

Why did you do that?

So that you could gloat?

I wanted him to see me with the kids.

Never knowing they were his.

And then the Wall Street crash,

the banks were on to you, so you had to fake your own death.

And ruin Rafe.

He sh*t himself.

How very English.

What did you promise McCourt?

Money?

So he played his part in my death to perfection.

And now, my wife and son are avenged?

What about Elihu's son Job?

He was years old. - He was a child--

You k*lled him to rule out a suspect for your own m*rder.

He was a kaffir.

He was a child, damn you, a child.

He was a kaffir.

How long have y--

give me the g*n, Hild.

Give me the g*n.

Come on, give me the g*n.

Come on, my child, do what daddy tells you.

My daddy's dead.

Hilda!

Hilda!

Hilda!

Take my hand.

No, I'll take you down with me.

So we'll go together.

Take my hand.

Miss Fitzgerald, would you care to dance?

Superintendent Tyburn, I thought you'd never ask.

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