All language subtitles for madiba_s01e04_spear_of_the_nation_and_total_strategy_2

The non -violence that we have advocated
for years demands moral courage. We

cannot keep asking people to strike,
only to end up defenseless in front of a

firing squad. I propose a campaign of
sabotage.

Nelson Mandela, you're under arrest.

The first day of the committee's
discussion on the policy of apartheid

also to be the very last day of a trial.
The crime that the accused have been

convicted of is by treason.

There is no escape from Robben Island.

Not for any of them. Damn it, Oliver. We
should at least consider breaking them

out. My plan was viable. Too many
unknowns.

Too risky.

We want them free, of course, but we do
not want them dead.

They are vital to the struggle.

But completely cut off from it. Not
necessarily, Joe.

We can open lines of communication.

Communicate with heavily guarded
prisoners in a fortified cell block on

island five miles off the coast.

We know it can be done.

Fairies come and go every day.

That's true.

That is true.

Supplies, guards, new prisoners we could
smuggle messages in.

Yes.

We'll take careful planning, lots of
moving parts.

Hypothetic guard, perhaps.

For God's sake, be realistic.

Wait.

What about Mac Maharaj?

One of our MK men. They told him on your
trial. Right.

Convicted of sabotage. Poor bastard.

He's definitely on his way to Robben
Island.

There.

That is our first mule.

We contact him through his lawyer, Bram
Fisher.

Tony Klein privilege.

Mac can relay everything directly to
Nelson.

Our new leadership structure.

MK strategy.

Relax, my friend.

You're not in Johannesburg anymore.

Don't fool yourself, Oliver.

Somebody's watching.

CIA, MI5. Let them watch.

We are in London for a reason.

Be that as it may, you just got the
Soviets to give the ANC 300 ,000 pounds.

We've got MK operating like a guerrilla
army. You can bet that the British and

the Americans see us as the enemy. Let
the great powers have their cold war.

We are aligned with no one. And I made
it clear to Moscow, the ANC is not an

official communist organization.

Everybody knows I'm a card -carrying
member.

Nobody's perfect.

Get in line over there.

That Maharaj, communist, one of mine,
looks like he's been tortured.

The government won't relent until every
last one of the ANC is destroyed.

This new wave will have it worse than
us.

Excellent work.

Looks good.

Go.

Don't forget to look under the bed.

Don't worry. We'll be back tomorrow.

The only way for us to get better
treatment is to engage respectfully

with the warden.

Respectfully. Respect for these people.

Nelson, this is a place of resistance,
not negotiation.

If we treat them with respect, they will
do the same.

Silence in there!

So this is your plan?

To make friends with them out there?

No talking!

You cappers, even your ship stinks
worse.

Now, shut up in here!

In brief, the MK, the so -called
military wing of the ANC, is virtually a

force.

All the major agitators are out of the
picture now.

That Kappa lover Ruth First will be
leaving on an exit visa soon.

That's all? Into the arms of that Jew
Slobo in London.

These white communists are all the same.

Take away their creature comforts, they
break.

What's left of the ANC is riddled with
agents and informants. We will break

them. A dangerous assumption, until
Mandela and his crew are permanently cut

off. Mandela's on an island.

How much more cut off can he be? We have
reliable information that Tamba and

Mandela are still in contact.

Why don't we isolate him from the rest
of the prison population, put him in a

different section?

John, the foreign press, and therefore
world opinion, has gone very quiet on

Mandela and A &C, and I want nothing to
disturb that date of affairs.

Perhaps we can afford a demonstration of
magnanimity, John.

We should consider relaxing his
conditions.

Don't underestimate this man.

Relax his conditions and in time Mandela
will be running not only the ANC, he'll

be running that island.

Inspection!

Silence in the passage.

Good evening, Johan.

How do you know my name?

I asked for your name.

If you say another word... I am not
trying to be disrespectful.

I am trying to be civilized.

To make life here better for both of us.

I said silence in the passage!

Good morning.

How was your evening?

Not too bad.

Thank you.

Look,

Walter. Long trousers.

Just you.

Not the others.

I see.

Well, I am the others.

And if they don't get long trousers, I'm
afraid neither do I.

Manny sticks to his principles.

You will soon learn, young man, that
nothing gives Nelson more satisfaction

the precious principles.

Tell me, Johann, do you have a family?

Yes.

Actually, in a month's time, I'll get to
see them in Cape Town.

That sounds very pleasant.

You know, in a month, I will be here
with my friend, Walter.

May I make a request for pen and paper?

What for?

To write to the prison authorities
requesting long trousers for all

I'll see what I can do.

Thank you.

First there was silence.

Now they discuss their holiday plans
with us.

Just you wait, Madiba.

In a short while, we'll be one big happy
family.

Mr. Prime Minister, Mrs. Kavuls.

It's a full house. They're all waiting
for you.

After the speech, you have a meeting,
one o 'clock, with the Minister of

Defense, and then we'll be placing a
call to the United Nations.

That's fine, Chairman.

All in good time. All in good time.

Oh, dear God.

Oh, dear God. Somebody call an
ambulance.

Quick.

It's you, Lucas.

You and your progressive party. It's all
your fault. We had nothing to do with

this. You incite people.

You want to overthrow this government.

Now we'll get you.

We'll get the lot of you.

This is not good news.

The leader of the oppressor is dead. Why
is this not good news?

Political progress is not built on
assassination.

Fervut's death will produce one
predictable result.

Increased repression.

Nelson, I am tired of your moral
superiority.

The architect of Grand Apartheid is
dead.

That's the best news we've had in years.

Something we ordinary men have a right
to celebrate.

You think that if we celebrate, it will
get better for us around here? We are

irrelevant.

The struggle is what, man?

The struggle cannot be written to a
personality.

This mustn't all be about...

Nelson Mandela.

Oh, that's what you think I want.

I have made mistakes, yes.

My pride, my simple -minded optimism, my
vanity to believe that I could lead an

armed struggle against the apartheid
regime.

Foolish, I know.

I am stuck here, on this island.

But I still believe I can change the
world.

Because now I understand that I am part
of a group of very remarkable men.

I thank God for that.

Without Walter, Ethie, and yet even
without you, Goban, I am lost.

Without unity, we are all nothing.

For Woodford's a great man.

Our duty is to fulfill his vision and
preserve his legacy.

Yes, Prime Minister.

And it will take a little more resolve
than we've shown so far.

Indeed. I suggest we begin by increasing
the period of detention from 90 to 180

days without charge.

I didn't know that you were such a
moderate, Hendrik.

Yes, sir.

Anything else, boss?

That's all for now, Ellis. Thank you.
Thank you, boss.

Hendrik, there's new legislation coming.

The Terrorism Act.

It will give us unlimited power.

I'm also creating a new security branch
to exercise those powers.

The Bureau of State Security.

Boss.

Boss. Very nice, Mr. Prime Minister.

I want you to run, boss.

You will oversee both the military and
domestic intelligence.

Thank you, Prime Minister.

You will now have good legal authority
to do what needs to be done.

What we must do is to continue to
eliminate the leadership.

Good afternoon.

How are you? I have some good news for
you, Mandela.

And some bad news for everyone.

Winnie is coming.

She's been granted a visit.

When? Tomorrow morning.

Tomorrow?

Yeah.

And the baton?

Von Rensburg is coming.

Yes. Yes,

Walter. If you want to look your best
for Winnie tomorrow, try to get some

sleep.

Yes, Walter.

Silence in the passage.

Time's up.

You look well.

I am getting by.

How is your job? Are you enjoying your
work?

I have a burning order.

No politics.

I have lost my job.

But I'm spending more time with our
friends.

I hope they are supporting you.

When they can.

I am so happy to see you making out so
well.

How are the girls?

They are well.

But the security police scare them.

We don't get much sleep at night. No
politics. Family matters only.

We are a political family.

No politics.

Have you seen Tembi and the other
children?

Tembi just had his 21st birthday.

He has a baby daughter, Ndileka.

Ndileka.

My children have grown up and I have not
been there.

I have missed so much.

Do not dwell on that right now.

It is cold in here.

I don't feel the cold anymore.

One minute.

Winnie, there is something I have to say
before we finish.

You are my wife.

I love you.

You are the mother of my children.

You support me.

While I am here, that is all I can ask
of you.

Those other things, they are not
important.

But it is not true about this man and
me.

You must be careful.

You are my bride.

Time's up.

You must be Van Rensburg.

You must be Mandela.

Have you told them about your wife yet,
Mandela?

Winnie has been named as a correspondent
in a divorce case.

Correspondent? What's that, a fancy word
for a whore?

Yes, copper.

You'd like to strike me, but you don't
have the gut, do you?

Striking you would not require much of
anything.

Certainly not courage.

You think you're someone, but you're
not.

You're nobody.

You're a cougher, Mandela.

That's all you are.

And you're my prisoner.

to your prisoner.

You are just as much a prisoner on this
island as I am, Sergeant.

You talk shit, Mandela.

I can get a transfer off this island
anytime I like.

Military intelligence tells us that the
number of ANC members in exile is

growing exponentially.

led by Oliver Tambo, whom we suspect is
still in communication with Nelson

Mandela. And we've got him in the most
isolated prison in South Africa.

The only solution is to put Mandela and
all those closest to him in solitary

confinement.

I've wanted Mandela in his own private
cage for years.

That would solve so many of our
problems.

Yet... Now, as Prime Minister, I have a
different vantage point.

World opinion to consider.

Solitary isn't the only way to affect
him.

You say he's still getting messages from
the outside?

Yeah. When he heard that Prime Minister
Fabut was assassinated, he must have

jumped for joy.

So his comrade Tambo is out of reach.

But the Nobel Prize winning president?

His way.

African National Congress President,
Chief Albert Lutuli, has died. The Nobel

Peace Prize recipient was killed last
night, reportedly when he was struck by

train close to his Natal home, where he
was confined for several years while

under a government ban.

However he died, however suspicious the
circumstances, at this moment

we should remember Chief Lutuli and
celebrate his life.

President of the ANC for nearly a
quarter century.

Deeply committed to non -violence in the
face of increasing state oppression.

He was a great man and a great chief.

Amen. Amen.

You're right, Nelson.

What you had to admire about Luthuli was

His consistency.

We knew exactly what he stood for.

Then you don't know what I stand for. Is
that what you are saying?

No.

I know exactly what you stand for.

Nelson Mandela.

This is how factions begin.

It's civil wars.

You must deal with this, Nelson. I'll
try, but at the moment there is

more urgent.

The ANC needs a new president.

Oliver Tambo must put himself forward
for election.

And like our friend Govan, Oliver
suffers from modesty.

I need to get a message to him as soon
as possible.

Charlie, let your sister do that. She
has neater handwriting than you. She

doesn't. Come, you better hurry or
you'll miss the bus.

Which is already in Trafalgar Square.

Almost ready, Joe.

Kids, take these to the dorm.

Coats and boots on. Let's go.

We finally got a message from Nelson.

I may need a magnifying glass for this.

We have decided you should be the new
president of the ANC.

Awarding you this title...

will allow you the status and
effectiveness in negotiations and

-making.

Please, Oliver, take steps to this
official request to organize an

which I have no doubt will award you the
full and independent authority

of President.

Darling Nelson, I thought you'd want to
know.

Thank you, Johan.

I can't tell you how bad it feels to
know that the woman that you love would

have been better off if she had never
met you.

How many days have I been here?

Where are my children?

One of the judges against me.

I demand an answer.

Where are my children?

Major Calamaran said to bring him in the
jeep.

Prisoners do not get driven around the
island in jeeps.

They walk.

What's so important that this copper has
to ride in a car?

Apparently his son has been killed.

Then why didn't you say so?

Mandela!

Here!

Get in the Jeep, Mandela.

Major Caledmon wants to see you.

He's got some good news.

Some very good news.

Sergeant,

you're at bar.

Yes, I am.

We're at war, and bastards win wars.

I'm sorry, Mandela.

But it is my duty to bury my son.

I cannot grant your request.

I can bring you some food No, thank you

You know a Tempe Mandela?

You're dead.

You were killed in a car accident.

Eight years ago, he was wearing a pair
of my trousers.

Of course, they were big for him.

Always very particular about his dress.

And then he was wearing clothes too big
for him.

You see why now?

His father was never home.

He met me. He met the father.

You remember when he sat behind us in
the trial?

Three years ago.

It feels like so much longer.

from the look in his face that he was
afraid for me.

So I kept turning around to nod and
smile. He would return the nod but not

smile because he thought I was going to
be hanged.

He was afraid his father was going to
die.

Such was the life I gave to my son.

I was sorry to hear about your son.

Thank you.

Very kind of you to say so.

And I also wanted to say goodbye.

You're being transparent.

I'm leaving the prison service.

I am very sorry to hear that.

Prison service need more men like you.

But if you must go, may I ask a favour?

You know that I'm the sole
representative of the Progressive Party

African Parliament.

Are you here to compromise me?

You do work for the Bureau of State
Security?

At the moment, I'm not working for
anyone.

Are you anti -apartheid?

No.

Then why on earth would you want to help
Nelson Mandela?

Because I like him.

Nelson Mandela will speak for us.

Mandela will voice our complaint.

This is so good to see you.

And to see you, Mr. Mandela.

It's been a long time.

Our days are long.

The work, hot, dirty.

We do not think it unreasonable that we
should have regular access to hot water

for washing.

And the same food served to all
prisoners, colored as well as Africans.

The food is of inadequate quality and
quantity to sustain general health, let

alone hard labor.

Okay, broad heading.

Better clothing, including long
trousers. Better sanitary conditions,

hot water.

Study privileges, including materials.

Rights to information in newspapers,
magazines, books.

Equal and better food. Is that it? One
other matter, Helen.

I have not complained about discipline.

Discipline is something that prisoners
should accept.

But victimization, persecution,

flagrant injustice.

Those are things that no prisoner should
be forced to accept.

Run! Run, you lazy pieces of shit! Run!

I didn't say kaffir!

No, no more running.

I will walk to the quarry, but I will no
longer run.

Corporal, run the rest of these kaffirs
to the quarry.

Yes, sergeant.

All right.

Prisoners, run!

Kathadra!

Mbeki, all of you, move!

You will all get solitary for this.

All of you!

You will all lose your privileges for a
year now. No letters, no visitors.

You will all have your sentences
increased.

It would be very difficult for you to
increase my life sentence, Sergeant.

And his.

And his.

And his.

Sergeant.

We will no longer run to the quarry,
but...

We will walk.

We are awaiting your orders, Sergeant.

You got what you wanted.

I'm being sent away.

I wish you well, Warder Van Rensburg.

I wish you well.

That was one of the worst days, when
they told me about his passing, and I

couldn't comfort him.

It is difficult for me to believe that I
will never see him again.

The order is so wrong with everything.

A son is not supposed to go before his
father.

I read the Bible.

I read the Bible four times, from cover
to cover.

I did not know it was possible.

But with all those hours and days and...

I am so sorry that I have been so
powerless to help you.

The girls send their love.

I miss them so much.

Are you all right, Zami?

You must not worry.

They can never hit me again.

They've made me stronger.

Love me, my love.

Oh, very pretty.

Welcome.

Adelaide, it's so good to see you.

Every time I visit, you're out. Oh, they
keep me so busy at that Whittington

Hospital. My lovely wife is modest.

My darling.

You're getting so big.

Adelaide, put your feet up, my dear.
You've earned it. Besides, I'm known to

a master chef amongst other things. My
beautiful wife, not very modest.

Or should she be?

Our writings will have a great impact on
our cause. If you think my writing is

good, wait till you try my roast
potatoes.

She's not lying.

What do you say now, chaps?

Long pants, huh? Go ahead, Govan.

Let's hear it, huh?

Sure, it means admitting nothing
straight as you wait.

But at least your legs will be warmer,
eh? Okay, okay, okay.

Adiba, you win.

I still disagree with most of your
methods, but you're right about one

If we're going to survive on this
island, we have to stay united.

I used to be impatient with my tailor if
I had to wait three weeks for a suit.

Now I have waited three years.

for a pair of white man's pants could
not be happier.

Norma, don't forget the extra chair.

We're expecting another guest. We always
put a chair for Uncle now.

Before we serve the food, a prayer.

Dear Lord, we thank you for our many
blessings, for family and

friends, and the beautiful Christmas
dinner we are about to eat.

And we thank you for watching over our
brothers from far away on Robben Island.

Amen.

That's it, huh?

I am starving. You are always starving.