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Elephants again.

Collect all the maize.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Anything today?

They came back.

It was not possible.

Mumo knows of another place we can settle.

No elephants there.

-And it has good soil. -You've got it all worked out, huh?

-Huh? -We can't continue to live here.

-You're going to be caught or killed.

We'll see.

Mutua, think about your children. If you get killed, who'll help me raise--

Ngina.

-Syombua needs medicine. -And she will get it.

What are you going to do for our family?

I'll get the medicine.

Hey! What are you doing?

What does it look like? I'm eating food, you fool!

You eat like my little brother.

You're lucky I do not have my gun.

What're you laughing at?

-Man! You're such an animal. -You've been owned.

Stupid!

That guy is a knucklehead.

Kill him!

Hey.

-Where is our gyro pilot?

Seriously?

Ah, fuck!

Don't forget you need to reshoot yesterday's site.

Nicola?

You know what this is, don't you?

Nic! Answer me, please.

Yeah. I'm here, Mzee.

-Listen, Juma.

Is there any news on the gang's whereabouts?

Or the tusks?

I mean, any progress on anything successful whatsoever this morning?

No, Nic. It's your job to tell us.

Oh man, you owe me some gin.

The last time you had a drink…

Your photos…

Can't we just buy a million replicas on the internet, or something?

Just google it!

That would be a lie, and a terrible use of funds.

"A donkey's 'thank you'…"

"…is a kick."

That's it.

Lone male.

Black shirt. Brown trousers. Bow and arrow.

No sign of a herd.

He's a poacher for sure, Juma.

Is it critical? Where are you?

Coordinates are 37 Mike 046, 86, 77.

Uniform Tango Mike 969, 05, 90.

OK, I'm going around again.

And our guy must be coming from somewhere… This little village.

-It's four hours away, Juma. -What's Kennedy saying?

The ground support are on their way. They'll take about two…

maybe three hours.

We need to go.

What are the rangers waiting for? The rains?

They'll never get here in time!

Nicola. Do not go after that man!

Juma, I've found a spot and I'm landing it.

I've landed. I'm going after him.

Juma, this guy is wearing combat boots.

I thought you said he was local?

She's sending us straight to a gang of terrorists.

That stupid white girl is gonna get us killed!

-Do not pursue. -Relax.

Do not go after them.

Do you want her whisky or brandy?

Fuck!

Fuck!

Stay right there! The rangers are coming!

Where are they?

Nic, if you're listening…

Kennedy wants to comb the villages.

Hotspots. Please copy!

Are they heading to my village?

I dunno. You ask 'em!

You're going to call them off.

This arrow is poisonous.

Hand me the machete.

And slowly.

On your back.

Down!

-Down, down, down, down! -Ahh!

What?

-Ahh!

You're going to stop your friends.

You, you, you!

Don't try anything stupid.

There's lions around.

I'll be fine.

We're getting close.

I need water.

None here.

Great.

I'm with the most useless bushman there is.

I need water.

Stand up.

-I need water! -Stand up, you!

No. I can't.

Walk!

Syombua! Go tell your mother to get ready to move!

Hurry!

Dig!

With your hands.

The people that are coming…

Your… rangers.

They've helped me sell tusks before.

Yeah…

But not anymore.

How are you?

We are… looking for a thief.

Perhaps you could help us.

My mother was a dowser.

Do you know what that is?

Hm?

Here's what it means.

She would find water using sticks of metal, or any type of receiver.

Then sell by the gallon to the entire village.

She used to be rich.

And she told me that you could apply the same skill,

whether you're looking for minerals or animals…

or even people.

So long as… you knew how to receive well.

You are not the thief.

But I know you know who he is.

So, it's humans and elephants, huh?

If big men from big countries want tusks,

and tusks give us money, then I'm going to kill to get it.

But I did not kill to get those ones.

I found them.

To buy medicine, and feed my family.

Criminals killed your elephants to pay for their wars.

I am not a criminal.

"Our elephants"?

They're your elephants, too.

Syombua. Where is your mother?

Er… Did he tell you anything else?

Like, where he was going. Something like that?

No.

Why would he?

And yet he showed her the ivory.

That's the truth.

I mean, he could have kept it. It doesn't make any sense.

Where is the ivory now, sir?

We have impounded it, Miss Betts.

So…

Some dead poachers…

Collateral on both sides.

Is Mr. Kennedy OK?

He'll walk with a limp.

And two children without a mother.

How many elephants did you say are killed a year?

50,000.

50,000.

50,000… Hmm…

Where did you get that scar?

Elections?

Doing my job.