Hurry up, man.
Party, right wheel.
This court of inquiry has completed its investigation.
Do you wish to make any statement or give any evidence?
Harry Harbord Morant. Lieutenant, Bushveldt Carbineers.
I enlisted in South Australia.
I was with the second contingent for nine months...
and was promoted to sergeant in that corps.
I received my commission when I transferred to the Transvaal Constabulary.
I returned to England on six months' leave...
and with the help of my friend, Capt. Hunt...
patched up a quarrel, an old quarrel with my family.
I had intended to go back to England to live after the war.
On my return to South Africa...
I fought at Karee Siding...
and Kunstadt under Lord Roberts.
I also fought with Gen. French's cavalry brigade at Diamond Hill.
After that...
there were requests for volunteers to join the Bushveldt Carbineers...
in the Northern Transvaal.
I joined on April 1, 1900.
April Fools' Day.
In the Carbineers, I was responsible for the capture of Boer commando leader, Kelly.
I was recommended for a DSO.
I take full and entire responsibility...
for the events at Fort Edward.
I was, however, acting under orders.
I was also deeply disturbed by what happened to Capt. Hunt.
No sentries. Either they're asleep or there's no one there.
- No horses either. - No.
Ask him if he's sure if the information is correct.
They have returned from the Cape Colony. They are very weak.
Stay here with three men...
and this boy.
Keep the horses quiet. Cover us.
Is not good, Captain.
Get back!
Get back over here.
Fall back!
Mount up!
Let's get out of here!
Can't you send them back? For Capt. Hunt.
Watch it, Peter.
- Probably just a stone bruise. - You think that's all it is?
- Yes. If he limps again, I'll swap it. - Patrol's back!
Get the Breaker. Get the Breaker!
That's my horse!
What happened?
All right, you men, break.
- They've Capt. Hunt. - They were waiting for us.
There were many men. Capt. Hunt was shot.
There was nothing we could do. Bullets whizzing by like blowflies.
Lost five men.
George, go set it up. We're going out on patrol.
There was nothing we could do. They must have known we were coming.
Known? Of course they bloody knew.
You can't trust these blokes. How many sides you fighting on, mate?
Just because you sign a bit of paper don't mean the war's over.
Mr. Taylor, so much for your damn intelligence report.
Eight Boers, exhausted. That's what you said.
Horses with fever, you said. What do you say now?
I say avenge Capt. Hunt.
Prisoners and escort! Quick march!
Come in.
The court of inquiry has come to a recommendation.
About time.
It has been decided to proceed with a military court-martial here at Pietersburg.
You will remain under close arrest.
Maj. Charles Bolton to see Lord Kitchener and Col. Hamilton.
This way, sir.
Charles, my dear chap.
Good to see you again, sir.
You come highly recommended, young man.
Thank you, sir.
I have a rather important prosecution I want you to handle.
Yes, sir.
Charles, you've heard of the Bushveldt Carbineers?
Yes, a special force raised by Lord Kitchener to deal with the Boer guerrillas.
Correct.
Colonials, most of them. Australians.
I understand they've been quite effective, sir.
Very effective.
We've just arrested three of them...
for shooting Boer prisoners and a German missionary.
I've received, Bolton, a telegraph message from Whitehall.
The German government has lodged a serious protest...
- about the missionary in particular. - Yes, sir.
The Kaiser, as you know, is our late Queen's grandson.
The fact is that Whitehall feels the Germans are looking for an excuse to enter the war.
On the Boers' side, of course. We don't want to give them one.
Needless to say, the Germans couldn't give a damn about the Boers.
It's the diamonds and gold of South Africa they're interested in.
They lack our altruism, sir.
Quite.
Here's the report of the preliminary inquiry.
The evidence against the Australians is overwhelming.
Who's handling the defense, sir?
We expect no difficulties there. Selected one of their own chaps...
a major from the New South Wales Mounted.
Still can't get used to it.
Court-martial.
On the ship coming over here, the blokes used to joke...
about who'd be the first to get a VC.
Scratch yourself from that race, mate.
My father said the war would make a man of me.
Everybody's father says that, George.
- It's really... - Ironic?
He believes in the British Empire, you know. We all do in my family.
That's why I volunteered, to help keep the Empire together.
I volunteered because there's a depression back there...
and I've got a wife and kid.
You believe in the Empire, Harry?
Do I?
Don't reckon he does, mate.
Maj. J.F. Thomas. I'm your defending officer.
- George Witton. - Harry Morant.
New South Wales Mounted. What sort of a lawyer are you?
They haven't locked me up yet. What sort of soldier are you?
They're looking after you here?
Looks a bit Spartan.
Well, it's not exactly the Hotel Australia.
More like a coffee palace. No grog.
They gave you the report on the preliminary inquiry?
- Yesterday. - Yesterday?
- But the trial starts tomorrow. - We thought you were going to miss it.
You don't know anything about us.
Only what's in the preliminary report.
And that, gentlemen, is not very flattering.
As a matter of interest, how many courts-martial have you done?
- None. - None?
Jesus, they're playing with a double-headed penny, aren't they?
Would you rather conduct your own defense?
But you have handled a lot of court cases back home, sir?
No. I was a country town solicitor.
I handled land conveyancing and wills.
Wills. Might come in handy.
I'm going to need a lot of information.
Do you think they're going to imprison us or cashier us, sir?
- My father, if he found out... - Haven't they told you?
There are several murder charges.
The penalty is death.
"Long as the waves shall roll
"Long as fame guards us whole
"And men who heart and soul thrill to true glory
"Their deeds from age to age
"Shall voice and verse engage
"Swelling the splendid page of England's story"
It's a matter of discipline and tradition.
Do you think this could've happened with any contingent besides the Australians?
But Morant's not an Australian.
You're splitting hairs. He's been out there 15 years, learned all their bad habits.
I never thought you colonials got lost, Major.
I've been at the prison, sir.
Maj. Thomas, Maj. Bolton.
Capt. Nicholson. Lts. Reed and Baxter.
Miss...
How do you do?
I understand your Mr. Morant is something of a poet, Major.
That's right. He wrote for a paper called The Bulletin...
in Sydney.
A Tennyson of the Transvaal. The Byron of the Bushveldt Carbineers.
Why is it he's referred to as Breaker Morant?
Ladies' man, perhaps? A breaker of hearts.
No, he was a horse breaker.
I understand, the best in Australia.
Quite a Renaissance figure.
I daresay...
if everything goes well, he could come and recite for us one night.
In the meantime, this fine-looking fellow is an ex-opponent of ours...
who's wisely signed the non-combatant pledge.
They say he has a fine voice. Only speaks Dutch, though.
So, Mr. Baxter and ladies, you'll have to tell us what it's all about.
A few things to clear up. How many men at Fort Edward?
About 50. Sometimes more, sometimes less.
- And most were Australians? - We told you all this last night.
- About 45 of them were. - Gentlemen.
The intelligence officer, Captain...
- Taylor? - Taylor, yes.
- What did he have to do with this? - Nothing.
Then who do you think filed the report that led to your arrest?
Don't know, but it wasn't Taylor. He was a good bloke.
Bring in the accused.
- This court-martial is convened by order of... - I'd like to ask for an adjournment, sir.
- Adjournment? We've only just arrived. - Yes, sir.
I only just arrived in Pietersburg yesterday.
It doesn't give me much time to prepare a defense.
The prosecution's had six weeks.
There are witnesses who have traveled over 60 miles for this hearing.
Do you expect us to keep them around at taxpayers' expense?
- Yes, sir. I need time... - Quite out of the question, Major...
Thomas.
This court-martial is convened by order...
Yes, Maj. Thomas.
This court-martial is unconstitutional, sir.
The three defendants are Australian subjects...
and as the country is now an independent commonwealth...
they can only be tried by the Australian Army.
The defendants, Major, were serving in the Bushveldt Carbineers...
a unit under British command.
This court-martial is convened by order of...
Horatio Herbert, Lord Kitchener of Khartoum...
GCB, GCMG, RE...
Commander in Chief of British and Colonial Forces in South Africa.
The charges are as follows:
Defendants Morant, Handcock, and Witton...
are charged with the murder of a Boer prisoner named Visser.
They are also charged with the murders...
of six other Boer prisoners, names unknown.
In addition, Lts. Morant and Handcock...
are charged with the murder of a German missionary...
the Reverend H.C.V. Hesse.
How do you plead?
Not guilty.
- Not guilty of all three charges? - Yes, sir.
Your first witness, Maj. Bolton.
Call Mr. Donald Robertson.
Robertson, who's he?
We told you about him last night.
Take this Bible in your right hand.
Now repeat after me, I swear by almighty God...
that the evidence I shall give before this court...
shall be the truth...
the whole truth...
and nothing but the truth.
Thank you. Would you like to take the witness chair?
Capt. Robertson...
you were in the regular army for 20 years.
Yes, sir. I was with the 10th Hussars...
before taking command of the Bushveldt Carbineers in the Transvaal.
And how was discipline in the Carbineers?
Impossible. Especially with the Australians.
They didn't like picket duty or guard duty.
The only day we could get them on parade was payday.
Could you give the court...
any other examples of their breaches of discipline?
There were so many.
They'd only salute the officers they liked.
- Reckon you didn't get too many salutes. - Order.
Some of them had these illegal stills.
Made this really strong drink out of corn and boot polish.
- You'd know. You were their best customer. - Order.
They stole cattle and sold them.
- Now, this cattle, did it belong to... - I must object.
Two of the defendants were not even at Fort Edward...
Sir, I'm trying to establish for the court...
the irregularities and unsoldierly behavior of the Bushveldt Carbineers.
Objection overruled.
Thank you, sir.
Would you go on please, Capt. Robertson?
I had to reprimand Handcock here...
for what I considered to be a serious breach of the rules of war.
And what was that?
He placed prisoners of war in open wagons in front of train engines.
They could have been shot at by their own side.
Thank you. That'll be all, Captain.
Just hold your horses there.
Do you wish to cross-examine the witness, Maj. Thomas?
Yes, sir, I do.
Now tell me... Tell us...
when you joined the Carbineers...
what were you told they'd be doing?
- Fighting the enemy. - Yes.
I mean, how? It was a new kind of corps, wasn't it?
That's right.
We had to fight behind the lines, against the Boer commandos.
Commandos?
That's a new word. That's a Boer word, isn't it?
What does it mean?
The commandos had to live off the land.
Use hit-and-run tactics. Surprise attacks, that sort of thing.
The Boers did it, so it was the only way we could fight back.
And it must have been very difficult...
to maintain discipline under these sort of conditions?
It was, with the Australians.
- But you tried? - Aye.
Like when you reprimanded Lt. Handcock...
for putting the war prisoners in the carriages in front of the engines?
I told him we didn't do that sort of thing.
But in the Carbineers, I mean...
you were doing a lot of things that you'd never done before.
That's right, but there's a limit.
What was Lt. Handcock's reason...
for placing these carriages of prisoners in front of trains?
The Boers had been mining the lines and blowing up a lot of trains.
He thought it might stop them.
Did it?
Yes, they did stop blowing up the trains, but I don't think that's the...
When you were in command at Fort Edward...
before the late Capt. Hunt and Lt. Morant took over...
what did you do with Boer prisoners?
How do you mean?
Fort Edward's only a farmhouse.
There aren't any facilities for them there.
What did you do with them?
We sent them down here under guard to Pietersburg.
I see.
How many of them did you send down here to Pietersburg?
Fifty, seventy...
- I really couldn't say. - I've been informed...
that during your command...
only 29 prisoners were sent to Pietersburg.
So what did you do with the others? It's quite a discrepancy, isn't it...
- between 50... - Objection, Mr. President!
- This man is not on trial. - He bloody ought to be.
Extraneous comments prejudice your case, Lt. Handcock.
- What in hell does that mean? - Objection allowed.
Was there a policy...
to shoot prisoners in the Bushveldt Carbineers?
Mr. President!
The defending officer is attempting to incriminate the witness.
Maj. Thomas, objection allowed. The witness is not on trial.
Sir, I'm trying to establish the credibility...
- I'm sorry, lack of all credibility... - Objection!
You are incriminating the witness, Major!
All right.
Just one more question.
Did you discontinue the practice...
of placing prisoners in open carriages?
No, I didn't.
Why not, if you objected to it?
Could it have been that the practice, though irregular...
was effective in controlling Boer attacks?
That will be all, Mr. Robertson.
You may stand down, Mr. Robertson.
Good on you, mate.
I will proceed now, sir, with the extraordinary events...
following the death of Capt. Hunt...
- and the subsequent murder of the Boer... - Objection.
This has not yet been proved.
Objection allowed.
The subsequent death of the Boer prisoner, Visser.
Sgt. Maj. Drummond...
following your patrol's return to Fort Edward...
Lt. Morant ordered the force to return immediately to Phil Jurne's farmhouse.
Yes, sir. He didn't even let us have a feed.
George, check the house! Five men, with me!
Is it Hunt?
What's left of him.
We'll rest the horses, then we'll go after them.
They got nearly two days' start, and we don't have the direction.
They'll have gone to the Waterberg.
Where else can they go?
Christ!
We rode another couple of days, up on to the high veldt.
Hardly ever stopped.
Morant was right about where they'd gone.
We'll get them now.
- We ought to wait an hour, it'll be dark then. - We'll get them now!
We got a few of them, but most of them got away.
Get on back.
Horseback! Hurry it up.
Get that body off the tent.
Come on, you blokes, get some of this Boer coffee in you while you can.
- We've got to follow. - Bugger the Boers.
What do you think you're doing? Come on, get out of there.
Get out of there.
You're in trouble, mate.
Get up.
He's wearing Hunt's uniform.
Get up there.
Your name?
- Ask him his name. - What is your name?
Teunis Visser.
You were at the farmhouse. You killed Capt. Hunt, the British officer.
- He says no. He didn't kill him. - What do you mean you didn't kill him?
You're wearing his bloody jacket, blast you!
What do you mean you didn't kill him?
This man killed Capt. Hunt!
He will be executed immediately!
I want an eight-man firing squad.
I reckon we ought to take him back to Fort Edward.
I want to be on the firing party, Lieutenant.
He killed Capt. Hunt. If he did not, he would not have his uniform.
Please, Lieutenant.
Most of the blokes aren't too keen on this.
Why don't you have a yarn with him? He might take some notice of you.
You killed him! You're wearing his bloody jacket, man!
- Harry. - He will be executed, George.
Capt. Hunt had bullet wounds only in the shoulder and the leg.
They mutilated him!
They mutilated him with knives while he was still alive.
He'll never get to heaven if he doesn't die.
Yeah, he's gonna sleep real good tonight.
Get up, come on.
Ready!
Aim!
Fire!
Did you object to Lt. Morant's treatment of the prisoner?
Yes, sir.
Do you consider that the prisoner was given a fair trial?
No, sir. Not in the state Lt. Morant was in.
He was like a madman, sir.
Thank you, Sgt. Maj. Drummond.
Any questions, Maj. Thomas?
You are aware that Lord Kitchener issued orders...
that Boers caught wearing khaki were to be shot?
Major, Lord Kitchener's order only applied...
if they were wearing khaki with an intention to deceive.
- The first I've heard of that. - That's how they're interpreting it.
More like he was trying to keep out the cold. The Boers are real short of supplies.
You are a regular soldier and were one of the first to join the Bushveldt Carbineers.
- You served under Capt. Robertson? - That's right.
Would you agree that discipline had improved...
once Mr. Robertson was removed and Capt. Hunt and Lt. Morant took over.
I suppose.
Try yes or no, Sergeant Major.
Morant and Handcock broke up illegal stills, did they not?
- And forced troopers to return stolen cattle? - Yes.
There were, in fact, dismissals from the corps.
Did this cause resentment against Morant and Handcock?
A bit. It's natural.
And some of those dismissed are now witnesses for the prosecution?
Were not you yourself reprimanded for holding stolen cattle?
I explained that! I came across them while I was on patrol.
I only impounded them, that's all!
I have no more questions.
You may stand down, Mr. Drummond.
- You couldn't lie straight in bed. - I don't have to take that from you.
Come outside, I'll knock your bloody head off.
Control yourself, Mr. Handcock, or you'll find yourself in serious trouble.
You find that amusing.
I was just wondering how much more serious things could be.
Anytime, mate.
Since signing a non-combatant agreement...
you've been a guide and interpreter to the Carbineers?
Would you please tell the court exactly what happened...
after the capture of the Boer prisoner?
No one wanted to go on the firing party.
So he said if we did not, he would shoot the prisoner himself.
Mr. Botha, do you consider...
that the prisoner, Visser, received a fair trial?
Objection! The witness is obviously not qualified to answer.
I will rephrase the question.
Was the trial of Visser in any way similar to this court-martial?
No. Nothing like this.
I repeat, the witness is not in the British Army.
He is not qualified to answer.
I believe the question is pertinent.
You may proceed, Maj. Bolton.
I have no more questions, Mr. President.
But I would like to add that I've been generous in even using the word "trial"...
or "court-martial" in relation to the killing of Visser.
It was a conspiracy. It was a consultation.
It was a measure to mature a criminal purpose, but it was not a court.
Trooper Botha.
Didn't you volunteer to shoot the prisoner Visser?
If word got around town he was offering to shoot his mates...
his life wouldn't be worth half a crown.
- You volunteered, Trooper Botha. - No.
No. I only obeyed orders.
That is a lie.
Didn't all the troopers in the firing squad volunteer?
No, I was commanded.
You knew Capt. Hunt had told Lts. Morant and Handcock not to bring in prisoners...
- but to shoot them. - I did not.
I knew nothing of such orders.
Company, order.
Lt. Morant...
Capt. Hunt was a particular friend of yours.
Yes. I mean...
I was engaged to his sister in England.
So his death was very disturbing to you.
It was more the way he died.
He was mutilated.
You were present at the action where Capt. Hunt was killed?
No.
Then how do you know he wasn't killed in a fair fight?
Because I saw his body.
Some time later. You can't possibly know how Capt. Hunt met his death.
So you cannot produce any evidence to connect Visser with it.
So then why did you order him to be shot?
It is customary during a war to kill as many of the enemy as possible.
Was your court at the trial of Visser constituted in any way like this?
- What rule did you shoot him under? - Like this?
No, sir, it wasn't quite like this.
No, sir, it wasn't quite so handsome.
And as for rules...
we didn't carry military manuals around with us.
We were out on the veldt, fighting the Boer the way he fought us.
I'll tell you what rule we applied, sir.
We applied rule 3-0-3.
We caught them and we shot them under rule 3-0-3.
Farewell to Lochaber
And farewell, my Jean
Where heartsome with thee
I hae monie days been
Did you get a reply from the consul?
No. Either the English aren't sending the telegrams...
or the Australians are ignoring them.
How's your eyesight, Sergeant?
Very weak, sir.
Thank you.
You're the best witness the prosecution's got, Harry.
Better watch your temper.
Yes, I'm sorry.
It's my great failing. Impetuosity. Most un-British.
You better watch yourself, too.
This is a British court-martial, not a backbox pub.
We've got a few witnesses of our own tomorrow, anyway.
Not many.
Just about anyone with a good word for us has been sent to India.
Go on, read it to us, Harry.
Peter, come on. You know you loathe poetry.
There's not much else to bloody do here.
Come on, read it.
"Oh, those rides across the river
"Where the shallow stream runs wide
"And the sunset's beams were glossing strips of sand on either side
"We would cross the sparkling river on the brown horse and the bay
"Watch the willows sway and shiver and the trembling shadows play
"'Tis a memory to be hoarded
"Of a foolish tale and fond
"Till another stream be forded
"And we reach the great beyond"
I don't want to die.
Every life ends in a dreadful execution, George.
Yours will be much quicker and less painful than most.
And a lot earlier than most.
I swear by almighty God...
Just a Charlie who used to be with the Carbineers. Boers aren't fond of turncoats.
Capt. Taylor...
you were with the Bushveldt Carbineers, but not actually a member of the corps?
That's correct.
I joined the Carbineers as intelligence officer...
at the request of Lord Kitchener.
I had lived in South Africa...
before the war and spoke some of the native languages as well as Dutch.
And were you senior to Lt. Morant?
I was senior, yes...
but the day-to-day running of the corps was left to Lt. Morant.
Although he sometimes referred matters to me.
And what is your opinion of Lt. Morant?
A good fellow.
One could not help liking him.
He was a little hotheaded.
Inclined, perhaps, to do things on the impulse of the moment.
The men obeyed him. He's a good soldier.
Did you know Capt. Hunt well?
Hunt? Yes, I did.
Did you know of any orders to shoot Boer prisoners?
There was an understanding.
Kitchener is quite right, you know.
Lord Roberts is far too correct for this kind of a war.
All the internments, deportations should be over in a matter of months.
- You'll be going home? - Me?
I don't think so. There should be a few opportunities here.
Nothing will keep me in South Africa.
Good day. How did you do?
- Pretty good, by the look of it. - No stopping me now, Peter.
Go well, Harry?
Not bad. One dead, one wounded.
Mind you, I got 13 of them.
Crept up on them while they were asleep.
This lot surrendered.
God, Harry...
we've got no facilities for prisoners, can't even feed them.
Execute those men.
You too, Greg.
Simon, I thought the proclamation...
only applied to Boers caught wearing British khaki.
New orders from Kitchener.
Col. Hamilton's confirmed it to me himself. No prisoners.
The gentlemen's war is over.
Here, break your teeth on this.
Had Mr. Morant executed any more prisoners prior to the death of Capt. Hunt?
- No, he had not. - He had, then, disobeyed orders?
Strictly speaking, yes.
And he is now on trial for later obeying those same orders?
I object, sir.
The Manual of Military Law states:
"Persons captured under arms against British forces in the field...
"shall be placed within the jurisdiction of the nearest provo-marshal...
- "or garrison commander. " - They were not the orders...
- under which we operated. - Indeed.
You saw a copy of Lord Kitchener's new orders?
- No. - Sanctioning executions?
No. But they were common knowledge.
I told you they were verbal orders from Pretoria.
- And no one can substantiate them. - Capt. Hunt relayed them.
- Capt. Hunt is dead. - Order.
This evidence is completely irrelevant.
Irrelevant?
Irrelevant when I have established...
that it was common practice among the Bushveldt Carbineers...
to shoot prisoners?
Why would an officer of Capt. Hunt's spotless reputation invent an order, sir?
We all admire your zeal in defending your fellow Australians, Maj. Thomas...
but intemperate speech and wild accusations do not further your cause.
Capt. Taylor...
did you know of any other incident similar to the Visser case?
I once saw a Boer dealt with in the same manner...
for wearing British khaki.
- Shot? - He was shot, yes.
You are still introducing irrelevant material.
I wish to establish...
and I have made the point before in connection with Mr. Robertson...
that a precedent in this war has been well and truly set.
Sir, I would like to point out to my learned colonial colleague...
that the fact of the crime being previously committed...
in no way pardons the behavior of Lt. Morant and his friends.
I have no more questions.
You are, are you not...
the same Capt. Taylor who's yet to be court-martialed...
for the murder of six Boer prisoners?
I am.
Would it not be in your best interest...
to suggest that orders were given that Boer prisoners be shot?
Are you saying I'm lying, Major?
- Just answer my questions, Captain. - You answer mine.
You are answering questions, Capt. Taylor. Maj. Bolton is asking them.
I suppose it could appear that way.
Thank you.
That will be all, Capt. Taylor.
Lights out!
Three cheers for His Majesty King Edward VII!
Long may he reign!
- Hip-hip! - Hurrah!
I think it's wonderful, George going to South Africa.
- Join the Army and see the world. - He's so young...
Honor, glory, and a safe return.
I'm not much of a letter writer, you know.
If you ever heard from me, it would probably be bad news.
When I have lived
long years in vain
And found life's garlands rue
Maybe that I'll come back
dear girl
At last
At last to you
Maybe that I'll come back
dear girl
At last
At last to you
- What did you say? - Nothing.
I can't understand you...
One week from tonight?
Our blokes have come to rescue us.
Don't be bloody silly.
It's a Boer attack.
I'm not sure I like you blokes enough to help you.
That broke the monotony, didn't it?
Irrelevant.
The defendants were called upon to do their duty, no more.
Sir, the Duke of Wellington stated:
"The performance of a duty of honor and trust...
"after knowledge of military offense ought to convey a pardon. "
What on earth does his statement have to do with military law?
I will tolerate no further mention of this morning's events in this court.
But, sir, the Duke of Wellington influenced nearly all our military law.
- Why bother, Major? - Order.
We'll proceed with the second charge, concerning the six Boer prisoners...
killed at Fort Edward on August 23, 1901.
Anyway, it was dark. Pitch dark. Not even a moon. Couldn't see a thing.
But a bet is a bet, and £50 is a hell of a lot of money.
Mind you, I'd had a few drinks. Quite a few drinks.
Anyway, there's the fence. Cast iron. Seven foot high.
Spikes on the top. It was so dark, I couldn't even see it...
- so we put some candles on the top. - And you cleared it.
- You've heard it before? - We all have.
Yes, I cleared it and I won the bet.
I paid off all my debts in... Where the hell was it?
- Canada. - Canada. Thank you very much.
And I got the...
- He ought to be on the other side. - Why is that?
He's a big enough bore, ain't he?
There's a group of Boers coming in. They've got white flags.
That's an old one. We get close and they blow our heads off.
Not this lot. They look really shabby.
In that case, another few three feet, go back out in the veldt and snipe at them.
Sgt. Maj. Drummond. Take more troopers.
- Cpl. Sharp, take his post. - Right, sir.
They're part of the group that killed Simon Hunt.
How can you be sure?
Kelly's commandos. The rest disbanded or moved into Portuguese territory.
Execute them.
- Aren't we supposed to... - This is guerilla war, not a debutante's ball.
- There are no rules here. - Blast that man.
George, tell Handcock to get a squad together...
after the old man's left, will you? Go on.
You got to get a firing squad together, Peter.
For?
It's wrong, mate, and you know it is.
Don't argue this with me, mate. I just follow orders.
Hey, look at this.
I got these from that lot.
Dumdums.
Ever seen what they can do?
Put a neat little hole here...
and at the back, boom. All gone, nothing.
Don't talk to me about what's right or wrong.
- Morning, Lieutenant. - Morning, Mr. Hesse.
- Who are these men? - Boer prisoners, sir.
I'd rather you didn't speak to them. You moving on today, sir?
As soon as I get some water for my men, I'll proceed for Leydsdorp.
Leydsdorp?
- Boer guerilla country, sir. - Yes.
But they do not bother a harmless old man who is spreading the word of God.
But the white flag. They came in under a white flag.
Do you remember the order from Pretoria High Command?
If they show a white flag, we don't see it. I didn't see it.
Harry, you never gave a damn for orders if you didn't agree with them.
- You're doing this to avenge Capt. Hunt. - You're probably right, lad.
It won't bring him back, but it's the next best thing.
Mr. Hesse, sir. You spoke to the prisoners?
I gave you strict instructions not to, sir.
I'm sorry, Lt. Morant. They called me to pray for them.
The Boers are religious men. I could not refuse.
Ready!
Fire!
I propose to settle once and for all, sir...
the matter of whether or not orders were issued to shoot prisoners.
Do you, Maj. Thomas?
Maj. Bolton has proved there were no standing orders...
and Capt. Hunt is dead.
A formal request that Lord Kitchener attend this court-martial.
Lord Kitchener?
He can tell us himself whether or not such orders were issued.
You are impertinent, Maj. Thomas.
Are you suggesting that the most senior soldier in the British Army...
a man venerated throughout the world...
would be capable of issuing an order of such barbarity?
I don't know, sir.
But I do know...
that orders that one would consider barbarous...
have already been issued in this war.
Before I was asked to defend these men...
I spent some months burning Boer farmhouses...
destroying their crops...
herding their women and children into stinking refugee camps...
where thousands of them have died already from disease.
Now, these orders were issued, sir...
and soldiers like myself and these men here...
have had to carry them out, however damned reluctantly!
There is no precedent for this request.
There is no obligation whatever for Lord Kitchener to attend this courtroom.
"The accused is allowed full liberty to cross-examine any witness against him...
"and to call any witnesses...
"or make any statement in his defense. "
May I join you?
Well, our little case seems to be attracting quite a lot of interest.
Yes. Been requests from some of those correspondent fellows...
to attend the court. All turned down, of course.
Of course.
I've been wondering if you realize how anxious your own government is...
for a conviction.
- What do you mean? - Well, you've just become a commonwealth.
Your prime minister, Mr. Barton, wants to dissipate...
any lingering impressions of a frontier colony. Frontier behavior.
You can be quite sure their conviction will meet with Australian approval.
- Of course Morant and his friends are guilty. - Are they?
Why not arrest the firing squad? They did the actual killing.
But they were following Morant's orders.
That's right. Just as Morant was following orders.
You do realize that when High Command denies...
that the orders were issued, your whole case will collapse.
Perhaps your request that Lord Kitchener attend this court...
- is not in your clients' best interest. - I had thought of that.
- Then you will withdraw the request? - No.
It seems quite simple to me. I don't know how it's come to this.
- You said our fellow there, that Irishman... - Capt. Taylor, sir.
- Anglo-Irish. - Taylor, yes...
assured you the case against the Australians was overwhelming.
Now he seems to spend most of his time giving evidence on their behalf.
Certain proprieties have to be observed, sir.
And Taylor fought with Morant, it creates a bond.
I don't think he's the problem.
Maj. Thomas is putting up an unexpectedly good defense.
Two of the court members are showing sympathy for the Australians.
I daresay it's too late to transfer them to India?
I did mention at one time, sir...
the complexities of charging soldiers with murder while they're actually in the field.
Good God, Johnny, I'm not trying to prove some academic point.
I'm trying to put an end to this useless war.
The Boer leaders must see in this court-martial...
the demonstration of our impartial justice.
If these three Australians have to be...
sacrificed to help bring about a peace conference...
- it's a small price to pay. - I quite agree, sir.
Though I doubt the Australians share our enthusiasm.
You go to Pietersburg, Johnny.
You deal with the order to shoot the prisoners.
What do I say?
I think you know what to say.
Shall be the truth...
the whole truth...
and nothing but the truth.
Thank you, sir. If you'd like to take the witness chair, please.
Col. Hamilton, last July, Capt. Hunt took two polo ponies...
to Lord Kitchener's headquarters in Pretoria.
At which time, you had a conversation with him regarding war prisoners.
Do you recall that conversation?
I have no recollection whatever.
I have never spoken to Capt. Hunt with reference to his duties...
in the Northern Transvaal.
- You're a liar! - Order!
- You are under oath, sir. - I am aware of that.
Maj. Thomas, I trust you'll agree that closes the issue of the alleged orders...
to shoot prisoners.
On the contrary, sir.
I regard Col. Hamilton's denial...
as having no bearing at all on the defense.
I submit that it is, in fact...
inadmissible evidence.
A conversation is stated to have taken place...
between Capt. Hunt and Col. Hamilton.
Which conversation was relayed by Capt. Hunt...
to Lt. Morant.
Now it really doesn't matter from whom Capt. Hunt had his instructions.
The fact is clear from the evidence that Capt. Hunt did tell his subordinates...
not once, but several times...
that no prisoners were to be taken.
This fact is admitted by witnesses for the prosecution.
Capt. Hunt's instructions were entitled to be obeyed...
which goes to remove any suggestion...
of malicious intention on the part of the defendants.
This entire court-martial, sir, should be dismissed.
Let us pray.
O Lord of Hosts, we entreat thy blessing...
for the soldiers of our race called to do battle in South Africa.
Be thou a strong tower for them against the enemy.
O thou who dost accomplish thy will...
by war as well as by peace.
I used to hate Sundays in Melbourne. No trams or anything.
On a hot day, you couldn't even get down to St. Kilda's for a swim.
- Did you have family readings? - No.
We did.
I had to sit in a high-backed chair wearing a white lace collar...
while my father read selections from Pilgrim's Progress.
"How glorious it was to see the open region filled with horses...
"with trumpeters and pipers...
"with singers and players... " etc.
Sunday was a good day for chasing a few tarts around Bathurst.
Everyone else was in church.
I used to whip down the riverbank for a bit of smooching.
Worst thing about dying, no more girls.
Well, coming up for the homestretch.
- Any news of the other two cases? - No, nothing.
In my view, everything hinges on the last one. The German missionary.
- You sticking with that story? - Why, what's wrong with it?
Damn it, man. He leaves Fort Edward in a cart.
A few hours later, you leave with a rifle.
In the morning, he's dead, and you trot out some fairytale...
about shooting game.
- We don't have to give evidence, do we? - No.
But refusal will be equivalent to an admission of guilt.
I was in a public house a few nights ago, sir.
- Were you, Sergeant? - Yes, sir.
I was standing near one of the witnesses. In his cups, he was.
A very indiscreet gentlemen, sir.
We will proceed, gentlemen, with the final one of the three charges.
The death of the Rev. H.C. V. Hesse.
Lts. Morant and Handcock have pleaded not guilty respectively...
to inciting and committing the murder. Maj. Bolton.
You realize you're under oath...
- Cpl. Sharp. - Yes, sir. Right, sir.
This bloke'd say anything except his prayers.
On August 23 last...
that being the last day Rev. Hesse was seen alive...
you were on sentry duty. Is that correct?
- That is correct, sir. - Did you see the deceased that day?
What, sir?
The deceased. The Rev. Hesse.
Yes, sir, I saw the deceased that day.
It was about 10:00 a. m.
Lovely day, sir. We could do with a drop of this weather in London.
Thank you very much. It gets very foggy there, sir.
You can't see a foot in front of your face. That's a hand, see?
It's a joke. Silly old bugger.
I hope you drown in your Communion wine.
I checked the deceased's pass, sir. It was signed by Capt. Taylor.
Then he went off, sir.
- You never saw him again? - The deceased, sir?
No, sir, not again.
Did you witness anything else which might affect this court-martial?
Yes, sir. Barely half an hour later, sir...
Lt. Handcock rode up to Lt. Morant, sir.
It was just alongside the tent line, sir.
How did Lt. Handcock look?
Like he was thinking, sir. Like...
- I can't think of a... - Did he look like he was agitated?
Agitated? Yes. That's it, sir, he looked agitated...
Objection! Maj. Bolton is leading the witness.
I will rephrase the question, sir.
Tell me, Cpl. Sharp...
how did Lt. Handcock look?
- Agitated, sir. - Thank you.
Is there anything else that you wish to tell the court?
No, sir. Yes, sir.
They, sir, Lts. Morant and Handcock...
weren't like real soldiers.
Troopers actually called them by their first name. Right to their face, sir.
- Thank you, that will be all. - Thank you, sir.
Why did you leave the Bushveldt Carbineers?
I requested a transfer, sir.
Were you not made to transfer?
Weren't you punished by Lt. Handcock for stealing Boer property while on patrol?
I can have your charge sheet brought into the court, Corporal.
Yes, sir. It's true, sir.
And have you not been stating in the hotels of Pietersburg...
that you would walk barefoot from Cape Town to Pietersburg...
to be on a firing party to shoot Lt. Handcock?
Might have said that over a pint, sir, but it was only a bit of beer talking, not me.
You testified previously...
that you told the Rev. Hesse not to speak with Boer prisoners. Why was that?
He was German. It was for security reasons.
But we are not at war with Germany.
Every soldier is aware of the sympathy that Germany shows toward the Boers.
Were you on good terms with the Rev. Hesse?
Just cordial.
When he left Fort Edward...
you knew that he was going to report back here to the authorities in Pietersburg.
I couldn't know what he was going to do.
But it would have been in your interest, would it not, to prevent it?
I hardly know about that.
All I do know is that someone prevented him...
and I'm still here on trial.
I suggest that you instructed Lt. Handcock...
to follow the Rev. Hesse and to shoot him.
I had sent a message to Col. Hall in Pietersburg...
informing him of my intentions towards the Boer prisoners.
I have nothing to hide.
I find that statement hard to believe.
Then I suggest that you recall Col. Hall from India. He will confirm it.
I don't mind waiting.
Thank you, Lt. Morant, that will be all.
Thank you, sir.
Call Lt. Handcock to the witness chair, please.
I would like to request an adjournment, sir, until tomorrow morning.
Do I understand, Maj. Thomas, that Lt. Handcock won't be giving evidence?
No, sir, I simply need more time to discuss the case with my client.
I have no objection, sir.
Request granted.
For God's sake, tell me the truth, Peter.
If you're concealing something, I want to know it.
If you killed Hesse, I want to know.
It's not just your life. You'll take Morant and Witton with you.
- We got no bloody chance anyway. - I think you have.
They obviously regard this as the most serious charge.
If I can convince the court members...
that you're innocent on this one, I think you could all be acquitted.
All right. But we got to be careful.
- I don't want these witnesses in court. - Why not?
- Do you want to be executed? - Of course not.
But I made a promise. Two promises.
Where did you go when you left Fort Edward...
approximately half an hour after the Rev. Hesse?
- I went visiting. - Visiting?
Who could you possibly have visited?
I went to the farms owned by the Shields and the Vanderbergs.
- Why? Who was at these farms? - Nobody.
I knew the ladies, sir.
And they received you into their homes alone?
I was quite well-known to them.
You mean to tell me you were on intimate terms...
with two Boer ladies?
Yeah, you could put it that way.
Where were the husbands?
One's a prisoner of war and the other's with the Boer commandos.
I was checking if they were all right.
- Handcock! - Good day.
Pretty glad to see me?
You spent the full afternoon at these ladies' homes?
My oath. It was about 5:00 when I got to the Shields' place.
Good day, Mrs. Shields, here you go.
I'll just have a cup of coffee.
I'm tired, I've been riding all day.
Okay, you talked me into it.
I would like to present the court...
with written depositions from both the ladies in question.
Lt. Handcock, what does...
Mrs. Vanderberg mean by "entertain"?
Did you sing to her?
Sir, you can appreciate that these ladies' reputations are in a vulnerable position...
and as these letters confirm Lt. Handcock's whereabouts...
on the day in question...
could they not forgo the embarrassment of actually appearing in court?
- Maj. Bolton? - I have no objection, sir.
I must say I find this sort of behavior...
from a soldier in the British Army...
morally disgraceful.
These were married women.
They say a slice off a cut loaf is never missed.
Lt. Handcock's personal morality is not on trial, sir.
Rather aggressive bloke.
Who do you think did kill the missionary?
Me.
What about your lady friends?
That was later.
- Does Maj. Thomas know? - No.
And he's not going to.
But we've always told the truth.
Maj. Thomas has been pleading justifying circumstances and now we're just lying!
We're lying?
What about them?
It's no bloody secret our graves were dug the day they arrested us at Fort Edward.
Yeah, but killing a missionary, Peter.
It's a new kind of war, George.
It's a new war for a new century.
I suppose this is the first time the enemy hasn't been in uniform.
They're farmers.
They're people from small towns.
They shoot at us from houses and from paddocks.
Some of them are women, some of them are children, and some of them...
are missionaries, George.
- That minister was talking to the prisoners. - I know.
I'm damn certain that Hesse was the one who led Simon Hunt into that trap.
- Now he tells me he's off to Leydsdorp. - Leydsdorp?
Anything can happen on the way to Leydsdorp.
The main fact of this case...
that Boer prisoners were executed...
has never been denied by the defense.
However...
I feel that that there is no evidence at all for bringing charges...
against Lt. Witton.
A junior officer...
who had no reason to question the instructions of his superiors.
And his only crime...
was that he shot a Boer...
in self-defense.
And further...
no one denies the admirable fighting qualities of the Boers...
nor, in general...
their sense of honor.
However...
those Boers fighting in the Northern Transvaal...
in commando groups...
are outlaws, renegades.
Often without any recognized form of control.
Addicted to the wrecking of trains, the looting of farms.
Lord Kitchener himself...
recognized the unorthodox nature of this warfare...
when he formed a special squad to deal with it.
The Bushveldt Carbineers.
Now, when the rules and customs of war...
are departed from by one side...
one must expect the same sort of behavior...
from the other.
Accordingly, officers of the Carbineers should be...
and up until now, have been...
given the widest possible discretion in their treatment of the enemy.
Now I don't ask...
for proclamations condoning distasteful methods of war.
But I do say...
that we must take for granted that it does happen.
Let's not give our officers hazy, vague instructions...
about what they may and may not do.
Let's not...
reprimand them on the one hand...
for hampering the column with prisoners...
and at another time...
and another place...
haul them up...
as murderers...
for obeying orders.
Lt. Morant shot no prisoners...
before the death of Capt. Hunt.
He then changed a good deal...
and adopted the sternest possible measures against the enemy.
Yet there is no evidence to suggest...
that Lt. Morant has an intrinsically barbarous nature.
On the contrary.
The fact of the matter is...
that war changes men's natures.
The barbarities of war...
are seldom committed by abnormal men.
The tragedy of war is...
that these horrors are committed by normal men...
in abnormal situations.
Situations in which...
the ebb and flow of everyday life have departed...
and have been replaced by a constant round of fear...
and anger and blood and death.
Soldiers at war...
are not to be judged by civilian rules.
As the prosecution...
is attempting to do.
Even though they commit acts...
which, calmly viewed afterwards...
could only be seen...
as unchristian and brutal.
And if in every war, particularly guerilla war...
all the men who committed reprisals were to be charged and tried...
as murderers...
court-martials like this one would be in permanent session.
Would they not?
I say...
that we cannot hope to judge such matters...
unless we ourselves...
have been submitted to the same pressures...
the same provocations...
as these men...
whose actions are on trial.
Steady, don't spill a drop.
Thank you.
To Bushveldt Carbineers...
- the best fighters in a bad cause. - Bloody hell.
- Where the hell did you get this from? - One of the jock guards.
- What do you mean, a bad cause? - I thought we cleared up all their stills.
Sorry. The bad cause was the Boer War, you know.
Half a million men fighting a few thousand farmers.
Every bugger we kicked out of the Carbineers came down...
You volunteered.
You can't always choose which side you're going to fight on, can you?
And these days it's so very easy to be on the wrong side.
Especially if you leave Australia one step ahead of the debt collectors.
Watch your language.
"When a man hath no freedom to fight for at home
"Let him combat for that of his neighbors
"Let him think of the glories of Greece and Rome
"And get knock'd on the head for his labors
"To do good to mankind is the chivalrous plan
"And is always as nobly requited
"Then battle for freedom wherever you can
"And, if not shot or hang'd
"you'll get knighted"
You write that, Harry?
No, it was a minor poet called Byron.
- Never heard of him. - Like I said, he was a minor poet.
I know some good poems, too.
That surprised you, didn't it?
"There once was a man from Australia
"Who painted his ass like a dahlia
"The color was fine, likewise the design
"But the aroma, that was a failure"
Champagne from two of the court members.
You've been officially acquitted on the Hesse case.
You beauty!
That's it, Harry. Why don't you leave the dust around Bathurst!
Don't get too carried away.
You might still do a couple of years.
It's better than a one-way trip to kingdom come, isn't it? George, come here.
Let's plunder the champagne.
- Come on. - I'm fine!
To freedom and Australia.
To freedom, Australia and horses.
Freedom, Australia, horses and women!
Live every day as if it were going to be your last.
One day, you're sure to be right.
Can I have a word with you?
We'll be home in time for the Melbourne Cup.
- Don't count your bridges. - What do you mean by that?
You said yourself...
I wouldn't be too certain of this verdict, Harry.
And what about you? Your trial is coming up soon, isn't it?
They don't want me.
Intelligence service, Kitchener's staff, and all that.
No, it wouldn't go down very well.
But a wild, simple fellow like Handcock...
and a... black sheep.
- We won't be missed. - That's right.
I can have a horse standing by for you. Some of the guards are sympathetic.
And where would I go?
Lorenzo Marques. Portuguese territory.
Take a boat and see the world.
I've seen it.
Escort!
Halt!
Right turn.
Mr. Witton, sir.
Right turn, quick march.
George Ramsdale Witton...
you have been found guilty of murder and sentenced to death.
Lord Kitchener has been pleased to commute your sentence...
to penal servitude for life.
Escort. Halt.
Mr. Morant, sir.
Left turn.
Quick march.
Harry Harbord Morant...
you have been found guilty of murder and sentenced to death.
Sir.
Shot, tomorrow morning.
Mr. Handcock, sir.
- Peter? - Same as Morant.
Can I help you, sir?
- I wish to see Lord Kitchener. - I'm afraid that's not possible.
- Do you have an appointment, sir? - I don't need an appointment.
I demand to see him straightaway.
The death warrants have been signed.
There's nothing you can do.
Let me see Lord Kitchener, sir.
The trial was a bloody sham.
Two members of the court recommended mercy...
for Handcock and Morant as well as Witton.
In which case, the casting vote belonged to the President...
Lt. Col. Denny.
Lord Kitchener's been called away for a few days.
Out on the veldt somewhere. Quite un-contactable.
I want a stay of execution.
So that I can send a telegram to the King...
and to the Australian Prime Minister.
The sentence has been approved by Whitehall...
and the Australian government has expressed its support of our decision.
Forget it, Major. It's a sideshow of the war.
I have some good news.
There's hope of a peace conference in a couple of months.
Soon we can all go home.
Could have had the decency to measure us first.
Don't suppose they've had many complaints.
I'm going to find out the grand secret.
I'll face my God...
with the firm belief I obeyed my orders and served my king as I thought best.
If I overstepped my duty...
I can only ask my people and country for forgiveness.
Take care of my little son at all cost.
No matter what I may have done...
you and he were the source of my greatest joy.
"The night's a trifle chilly
"and the stars are very bright
"A heavy dew is falling
"but the tent is rigged aright
"You may rest your bones till morning
"then if you chance to wake
"Give me a call about the time that daylight starts to break"
- Peter! - See you in hell, mate.
- Goodbye, George. - Why did they do it to us, Harry?
They have to apologize for their damn war, George.
They're trying to end it now, so they need scapegoats!
Scapegoats to the bloody Empire!
Cheer up. Look as though you're going to a funeral.
- Harry... - It's all right, Major.
I've had a good run.
There's nothing for me in England anymore.
And back in Australia...
they do say that...
if you need a couple of stiff brandies before you climb up on...
a wild horse...
you're finished.
Would you make sure they're posted for me, please?
And see that this gets published.
We poets do crave immortality, you know.
Thank you.
You want the padre?
No, thank you. I'm a pagan.
- And you? - What's a pagan?
It's somebody who doesn't believe there's a divine being...
dispensing justice to mankind.
I'm a pagan, too.
There is an epitaph I'd like.
Matthew 10:36.
All right, gentlemen.
Peter, this is what comes of empire building.
Matthew 10:36?
"And a man's foes shall be they of his own household. "
"It really ain't the place nor time To reel off rhyming diction
"But yet we'll write a final rhyme While waiting crucifixion!
"For we bequeath a parting tip Of sound advice for such men
"Who come across in transport ships To polish off the Dutchmen!
"If you encounter any Boers You really must not loot 'em
"And if you wish to leave these shores For pity's sake don't shoot 'em!
"Let's toss a bumper down our throat Before we pass to Heaven
"And toast: 'the trim-set petticoat
"'We leave behind in Devon"'
Aim!
Shoot straight, you bastards! Don't make a mess of it!
Fire!
Order...
arms!
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