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Havana ni sa' xta ae

Havana, pat ae Sню

Although they let people listen great

You can't let people play the piano

I can understand why they're trying to stop you

But thea footprint was not far

Hope why not

Well, they want Christ програмma

You all know they need to start by playing can be frustrating

Something is going on with me

Aki, lyrs, jadvan.

Tom?

Good morning, Sergeant.

I suppose I am.

Are you an apology, young man?

That's all right, Sergeant.

What? We all make mistakes.

Actually, it was something I was going to tell you.

Oh?

Well, last night, Davey and I were coming back by the shortcut behind the butchery.

And...

What did we go?

Well, we came across Sir.

He didn't see us.

But he was digging a hole by the light of the lantern.

And glancing around all over the place to make sure no one was looking.

Who will?

Well, we're not sure.

But to us, it looked like...

Will it look like a grave?

A grave?

Yes.

At least that's what we think it was.

And I suppose you think that this had something to do with Mr. Dwyer's disappearance, huh?

Yes.

Or that, uh, said either on his own or in league with someone had their butchery...

Put away.

Yes.

Oh.

Tell your father?

No. I didn't think it believed me.

Oh, you didn't?

No.

And just because you've been recommended for a war, young lad, doesn't mean it's a waste my time and ever take your fancy.

I'm in a nuttable, those blastered excise men, without looking any even bigger for what I am.

Oh, thank you to keep the delusions of that farfetched imagination of yours, to yourself!

Grandfather?

Hmm?

Are you going ahead with your grand-huitil?

Of course, I'm having a survey this afternoon.

Aren't you just a little worried about what's been happening?

Tell me, what's been happening?

Well, Mr. Dwyer's disappearance.

And the tarpwood?

Tarpwood, tarpwood. I am sick of that word.

You went into a tarpwood cave and you've seen to be alright?

Yes, I know, but I...

Well, you shouldn't pay much attention to what people tell you around here.

It's a nice, ladded community and people can go a little strange in the head.

Christopher, as well?

Oh, you've been talking to him.

He hasn't been here much longer than us.

Well, then we're probably going, uh, as well.

Before the bigger option, the hotpools started to boil over.

Christopher says it's happening again.

And how does he know what happened?

From the maris.

Oh, of course, that's it.

But you don't realise, Sarah Jane, is that the maris don't want us here.

They're afraid of civilisation. They can't see the benefits.

And they invent these stories to explain what they can't understand.

The missionaries have had this problem with them all the time.

But what if they're not stories?

Of course, their stories, they're heathens,

where they live their lives.

The maris go to church?

Well, they like the song.

The first European settlers arrived in this area in 1830.

And the first mission station was established five years later.

Just down there, beyond those trees.

So, unfortunately, it was destroyed the following year during an intertribal conflict.

What are they doing?

What?

Don't smoke maris over there.

Ah, I don't know.

I haven't seen them before.

They're probably just passing through.

I'm sorry, I don't know.

Mourning.

Ah, hello there.

Sir Charles?

Ah, here must be Robertton.

That's right, please meet you.

Don't you have the system?

Well, that's the problem, Sir Charles.

The Maori fellow I had working for me.

He refused to come.

What?

We need to get out of here.

Morning.

Hello there.

Sir Charles?

Ah, here must be Robertton.

That's right.

Please don't meet you.

Don't you have the system?

Well, that's the problem, Sir Charles.

The Maori fellow I had working for me,

you refused to come.

Had a man to have anything to do with it.

Said it was more than his life was worth.

Mutant as savages.

So I'm afraid I won't be able to do the job, Sir Childs.

Not till I'm able to get someone.

Fiddle sticks.

I beg your pardon, Sir Child.

Fiddle sticks, I said. Get your equipment.

But you don't understand. I need someone to hold thee...

I will.

You, Sir Childs.

Not difficult, is it?

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