The Stolen

Last night I dreamt I could shoot like you.

That's why we're here.

It's a good skill to have.

It's just so heavy.

Sorry.

They're making them lighter now.

I'll get one for you.

Now...

Squeeze the trigger.

Just squeeze it, Charlotte. I am.

You're going to have to squeeze it harder. But I'm squeezing it.

Ooh! Whoo!

I pulled the trigger at least.

You're aiming for the tins.

You really need to be prepared for life out here, darling.

I am prepared. I pulled the trigger.

Oh, Betty.

I hate guns.

A nice sweet tea, ma'am?

Yes, thank you.

Thank you. Betty!

When a lady perspires, she uses her handkerchief.

Thank you, ma'am.

So, he says, "Why wasn't Jesus born in New Zealand?"

And the other chap says,

"Because they couldn't find three wise men and a virgin."

Oh!

So, Charlotte, how are you settling in?

She's doing superbly.

I know it'll take time.

It's a beautiful island, but it's just...

Different.

- Oxfordshire, yes? - But born in London.

Oh, dear, that place would spoil anyone.

My wife knows how much this farm means to me.

It's been a long time coming.

And a dream come true.

Well, my husband can talk me into anything.

You'll get used to it soon enough. Aye, move on, we did.

When I saw my first weta bug, I thought it was a cat.

- What's a weta bug? - -Not to mention the natives.

Who are not as frightening as they look.

No, but if they look like the type that could eat you, then more than likely, they are.

Oh, George, please.

Well, Charlotte needn't worry. I mean, look at her.

Not nearly enough meat on her bones.

- And how far along are you? - Uh...

Hyah!

Will the grounds be finished before the baby's born?

That's the plan.

So, it will just be the three of us.

No more farmhands.

Hello, you beautiful baby.

Could you please just stay in there for a wee while longer?

All nice and warm.

Until we get the roof on?

And then the house is all yours.

How about that?

Oh. Oh!

Ohh!

Whoo! David!

Oh! Oh, David! Honey?

Coming!

- Charlotte! - Oh! Oh.

Drop your gun!

Back over there! David, don't!

Darling, just stay calm.

Arthur...

Please, move over there.

P-Please, don't hurt my son.

Back over there.

Arthur, darling.

Now, the safe.

We don't have a safe.

All right, just please...

please.

Why are you doing this? David.

After I helped you.

Everything in it.

I gave you work when you needed it.

Everything!

That is everything.

A roof over your head. Food from our stove!

Shut your mouth now.

Back to bed! Back!

If either of you leave this room,

your boy is for the worms.

Am I understood?

Oh!

Ch-Charlotte.

Go.

And you say he worked for you?

Why do you keep asking the same questions? This is madness.

My husband would take in strays.

He always said he was willing to help anyone

who would work an honest day, so yes.

He knew him. They all knew him.

Will you find my son?

Well, it's a, uh... It's a lot of land to cover, Mrs. Lockton.

We'll do our best.

If my husband knew him, then you must have known him too.

I've seen how you've befriended each and every one of them that came through.

Ma'am, I didn't. I swear.

They were your friends.

I was only being welcoming like Mr. Lockton would have wanted.

- Tell me who it was. - Ma'am...

Look at me!

Tell me who it was!

I don't know who it was.

- I didn't seem 'im up close. - No.

Then pack your bags! Now!

Ma'am, please!

Ma'am, it's been three months.

And we're sorry, Mrs. Lockton.

We've looked high and low.

We've combed the entire district.

My advice...

is it's...

It's time to move on.

- Mrs. Lockton? - Yes.

From the post office.

Ohh!

Rider, wait!

Wait! Ma'am?

"Your son is alive and well. Your son is alive."

"If you want to see him again,

place 500 pounds in the Bank of New Zealand by Friday next

to the account set up in your husband's name.

Attempt to trace the money or go to the police

and you will never see your son again."

W-When was this delivered to you? Three days ago.

From where?

Pass me the envelope, ma'am.

This was launched in Corktown. South of here. About half a days away.

How would I get there?

There's a train from Little Hills.

But Corktown, Mrs. Lockton. Will you be traveling alone?

Yes.

As soon as I can.

Excuse me.

Where's the post office? It's just there.

Can I help you, miss?

This was posted from here, I believe.

I believe it would have been, yes.

Did it originate here?

Not so sure about that, miss.

So it might have been shipped from somewhere else?

May well have done exactly that, yes.

Where?

No idea.

This town is the end of the line.

The other side of those hills,

people are scattered every which way for days on end.

Sorry I couldn't be of more help.

Where might I find the Bank of New Zealand?

Well, you're looking at it.

I'm the closest thing you'll find this far from Nelson.

You hold an account in the name of Lockton.

Lockton.

Lockton.

Looks like I can finally help you today.

Goldtown Hotel?

All those accounts are held there?

Goldtown Hotel. Aye.

Diggers' money.

It's held at hotel before it gets sent to bank.

Can I get there from here?

If you're willing to travel for a week.

Maybe more.

Only way through is that mountain, see?

Plenty of lunatics heading over that way, chasing their fortune.

Plenty heading back too.

They're starving to death, they are.

But I can get over there, from here?

Ask the Fräulein.

She'll know when there's a party heading out.

Across the street there.

No journey for a lady, miss.

If you don't mind my saying so.

Give the women the vote.

Votes for women.

Take a flyer.

Votes for women.

Looks like we just picked the wrong time to leave.

Don't mind me, missy.

I'll see you later.

I'll even pay you extra if you keep that pretty little hat on.

No, I'm not going down any lower.

No, no, don't be cheeky.

Yeah.

Oi! Copping a feel without paying?

Get off me.

No.

I'm looking for the Fräulein.

Are you working? No.

Are you the Fräulein?

No. Right.

Come on then.

No! You'll have to wait.

Come along.