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Mum says

we mustn't come creeping
into her room at night.

She says we mustn't scare her
and Dad when they are sleeping.

When I asked her why...

she said
because there's a war on.

We might think you're
a terrorist and shoot you...

by mistake.

Van?

Van?

Van used to come with me

when I needed to pee at night.

But now that I'm seven,
I have to go by myself.

And I can't wake her up
or she'll wallop me.

So I try not to think
that a terrorist

is waiting in the dark for me.

With a gun.

Or a knife.

Or a spear.

I got a tick
on my down-there once.

So you have to watch out
for ticks.

But mostly you have
to watch out for terrorists.

Any African can be a terrorist.

So you're not supposed to talk
to Africans about anything.

Just in case they're terrorists
or they're mates with one.

Bobo.

Shut up.

If you wake up Mum and Dad,
I'm telling them it wasn't me.

Why do terrorists
chop off your lips?

Shut up.

Do you think it hurts?

I'll let you sleep
with Fred if you just shut up.

Disgusting.

No wonder you always have worms.

Van's so mean.

? On four winds ?

? That I might fly ?

? Rain and sun to touch me ?

? Yeah, when the clouds cry ?

? Oh, yeah ?

? Watch out ?

? Big storm is coming ?

? There's thunder
and lightning ?

? You better hold on ?

? Watch out ?

? Big storm a-coming ?

? There's thunder
and lightning ?

? You better hold on ?

Africans and Whites
aren't the same.

When a White baby dies,

you go to church
and say the Our Father.

And you bury the baby
and that baby goes to heaven.

Then the grown-ups
get drunk and it's over.

And you're not supposed
to make a fuss.

But when
an African baby dies,

they leave presents
for their Ancestors

and they ask them to
look after the dead baby.

And then that dead baby

won't be confused and become
a coming-back baby.

That's what Sarah said.

I was scared
when I heard that

because I had a sister
that died.

What if she comes back?

I wish I could go to her grave

and just make sure
she stays in there.

On our farm,
we live with Sarah and Jacob.

Africans don't have last names.
They just have first names.

With White grown-ups,

we have to call them
Aunty This or Uncle That.

But you don't have to do that
with Africans,

which is much easier.

This is the Voice of Zimbabwe

broadcasting on the Radio
Mozambique in Maputo.

Where's my porridge?

Can't you see I'm busy?

Today I went to the graves.

I told you
to stay away from there.

No, I didn't go into it,
I promise.

I just rode past.

-I didn't.
-Mmm.

Let me look into your eyes

to see if you are lying
or telling the truth.

That tickles.

That tickles.

Do you think Euros can
have coming-back babies?

I hope I'm not
a coming-back baby.

Euros are different to Africans.

Africans have eyes to see
what the Whites cannot see.

No.

I can see everything.
I can see your eyes.

I can see your face.
I can see your...

hands.

Hey, Jacob, where's my porridge?

...and if
this is not forthcoming,

I'm sure they'll be prepared
that they continue the war.

I'm not deaf, you know.

Jacob, you're strange.

...the atrocities

in the guerrilla war.

It happened
at a British-run mission

near Umtali
in Eastern Rhodesia.

Twelve Whites,
including missionaries,

their wives and children,

were dragged
into a nearby field

and murdered
with a savagery

that was horrifying

even by the standards
of this brutal war.

The butchery
was widely assumed

to be the work of guerrillas

belonging to Robert Mugabe's...

...which is based

across the border
in Mozambique.

? Everybody talks about ?

? A new world in the morning ?

? New world in the morning ?

? So they say ?

? I myself don't talk about ?

-Morning, Dad.
-Morning, Chookies.

? A new world in the morning ?

? New world in the morning,
that's today ?

? And I can feel
a new tomorrow comin' on ?

? And I don't know
why I have to make a song ?

Sleep okay?

Like a log.

? Everybody talks about... ?

? New world in the
morning takes so long... ?

What?

? I met a man who had a dream
he'd had since he was 20 ?

? I met him when he was 81... ?

God, sorry about the mess.

Can you have Jacob
bring me my tea, please?

? Don't they know
tomorrow never comes... ?

Dad! Mum shot a snake.

It's dead.
It's all over the kitchen.

Anything left of the kitchen?

I think Mum's an excellent shot.

...and her Tory Government

will leave
at the earliest possible moment

so that the Labour Party can
repair the damage done by them.

Hello.

Oh, I think
I'm allergic to brandy.

Maybe you're allergic
to the whole bottle of brandy.

That wasn't me.

It wasn't me either.

I swear I had two packs.

Who's been stealing my fags?

A farm on
the eastern border near Umtali

was attacked
on Thursday evening.

Four family members
and their two dogs were killed.

That's what I worry about.

You don't need to worry.

You don't know that, Nic.

Oh, my God.

Bloody dogs.

I swear,
one of these days...

Oh, darling.

He didn't just speak
that way about you?

Shit, here's a tick.

-Yuck.
-Mum...

Can I... Can I...

Did the tick pop?

Bobo, go call Vanessa.

-Did the tick pop?
-Bobo.

Van!

Van!

Bobo, good God.

What?
But Dad told me to call her.

Van!

Right.

That's me.

Thank you, Chookies.

Bye, Dad.

Bye, Dad.

If you love me,

you'll turn around.

Bye, Dad.

Turn around, turn around.

Turn around.

Got you.
You bunch of bloody buggers.

You shits.

You fuckers. You...

Fucks.

It died.

I told you
not to sleep with them.

Oh, for God's sake, Vanessa,

just put it in the boiler
or bury it.

I don't want the dogs
digging it up.

It's not fair on the chicks
if you sleep with them.

Did it die?

-Just go away. Go away!
-Let me see, Van!

Van.

Which one?

I'm telling.

I don't care.

Give.

Give.

Give it to me.

What is this?

This is not what a little girl
should be doing.

Even a little boy.

There's something wrong
with you.

Can you put your hand

all the way
to touch your other ear?

Mmm.

See?

You know what that means?

That means you are too young
to go to boarding school

and you are too young
to be smoking.

That's what we say.

There's nothing wrong with me.
I'm perfect.

Perfect? Huh.

Tell me a story.

Not today, Bobo.

Not today.

When we go to town,

we have to drive in the convoy,

so the Army guys
can keep us safe

from ambushes and landmines.

Until last year,

the country we live in
was called Rhodesia.

But then some Africans said
they found it first

and the Euros stole it
from them.

But then those Africans
turned into terrorists

and that's how
the war started.

What is going on?

In case there's an ambush,

I always make sure
before we go to town,

I'm wearing clean undies
and my lucky bean necklace.

Just remember, if you swallow
one of those, you're a goner.

Don't ever put it in your mouth.

I keep
a lookout for terrorists.

What's taking so long?

Sorry for the holdup, Ma'am.

They found two mines
on the road outside of town.

That girl Linda

had her leg blown off
in a landmine.

I really hope we don't die
in an ambush today.

Bye!

Bloody look
at that, honestly?

Bastards!

The elections are very serious.

Mum and Dad and everyone
says the Bishop

is the only chance we've got.

'Cause even though
he's an African,

he's not like a real African.

They call Mugabe "The Rooster."

Mum says he's a Commie bastard.

If he wins the elections,

everyone says they'll
probably have to gap it

to Australia or something.

If we lose, are we gonna become
Commies or just stay normal?

Nothing's changing, Bobo.

Okay?

? There's a ship lies rigged
and ready in the harbor ?

? Tomorrow for old England
she sails ?

? Far away from your land
of endless sunshine ?

? To my land full
of rainy skies and gales ?

? And I shall be aboard
that ship tomorrow ?

? Though my heart is full
of tears at this farewell... ?

In Rhodesia
where the first

free and fair elections

are taking place,

scores of people continue
to line up to cast their vote.

Election officials say that
they are extending the hours

that the polls will be open
to ensure

that every citizen...

...gets the opportunity
to have their voice heard.

There have been
some allegations

of voting intimidation

with Lord Soames
accusing ZANU-PF

of intimidating voters

in 23 of the 56 districts
of the colony...

Prime Minister Ian Smith
responded to this

saying that every Zimbabwean

has the inalienable right
to self-determination.

The government here,

run by the Black people
for the Black people...

Hello, Maggie.

How are you?

Very well.

You know you have to
vote for Muzorewa, Maggie.

You must tell all your friends
to vote for the Bishop too.

Yes, uh,
Bishop Muzorewa.

-I know.
-Good.

Thank you, Maggie.

If the terrorists go on

killing innocent people,
mainly Black...

Just listen to that.

Did you hear that?

Everywhere is such
a bloody cock-up.

It's meant to be a ceasefire.

I just can't wait

until we win
this bloody election.

Can I have this?

No.

What about when you die?

You never know
the way things are.

You might die soon.

I just think we should
put it in your will...

I just think she
should put it in her will.

Okay. Shh, stop.

Be quiet, Peter.

Grandpa doesn't speak anymore.

He just makes strange sounds.

And he has
to wear a nappy.

Mum's had four babies
in her life

but there's just
two of us left.

Olivia had blue eyes

and her hair
was straighter than mine.

That's when Mum
was still happy.

I just don't know
what this local government

is thinking.

I mean
the way things are going...

Are we racists?

What? Certainly not.

Some people are but we're not.

Where would you get that idea?

On the radio?

Well, let's just hope
the majority think like Maggie

and they don't bite
the hand that feeds them.

Let's watch
the cricket, shall we?

Much more pleasant.

Mum, I can't stay very long.

I have a shift at Paulington
at noon.

And I have to get
the afternoon convoy back.

God, what is
that terrible smell?

Nicola, when was the last time
this child had a bath?

At least have her nanny
wash her hair.

I mean, really!

Why can't we read
naughty magazines?

Because we aren't
those sort of people.

Then why do we have a picture
of one in our bathroom?

It was probably meant
to be a joke.

What sort of joke?

What sort of people
are we then?

We have breeding...

Which is better
than having money.

I'd rather have money.

Anyone can have money.

Yeah, but we don't.

Hmm.

No, put that down.

Oh, for God's sake!

Nicola!

You better get going

or you're not going to make
your shift on time.

Come on, Bobo.

Come along.

When Mum
has to be a policeman,

I go with her.

There's an army alphabet
on the wall.

Alpha, Bravo, Charlie,
Delta, Echo...

Foxtrot, all the way
to Zulu.

I have 26 horses
named after it

and I gallop them
around inside my head.

Grand Reef,
this is Paulington HQ.

Do you read? Over.

Mum?

What happens if the army guys
get there and everyone's dead?

Then they're a bit late,
aren't they?

Bobo,
come inside right now.

When Dad is away,

a Brightlight comes
and stays on the farm.

Brightlights are guys

that are too messed up to be
in the army anymore.

Mum says they're all thick.

Mum hates thick people.

But Dad says it's better to
have them than be on our own.

We're women without men now,

which is a bad state
of affairs.

Why doesn't he talk?

I think he's asleep.

Bubbles!

You can sleep in the shed
back there.

Does this hurt?

What are you playing with there?

Do you like it?

Where do you get that?

Down by the graves.

That doesn't
belong to you.

Yes, it does. I found it.

-Finders keepers.
-They are not for you to take.

You are going to
get Sarah into trouble one day.

Maybe you don't understand
how serious this is.

Because you were born
in a different country.

I'm still African.

No, you are not.

Mum says everyone
has a right to be here.

Your mum doesn't know
what she's talking about.

Hey, my dad bought this farm
with his own money, okay?

I could fire you if I want.

Stop it, Bobo.

Jacob's a bloody idiot.

Yes.

Sometimes when I'm in bed,

I hear the Brightlight
walking outside my room.

And then I think of that eye

looking at me
through my window.

Sarah says that Brightlights
lost their soul in the war.

And that's why they
act penga and do tattoos.

...here is
the shipping forecast

issued by
the Met Office today.

There are warnings of gales
in Viking, Forties,

Cromarty, Forth, Tyne,

Dogger, Fisher,
The Irish Sea,

Rockall, Malin, Hebrides,
Bailey, Fair Isle and Faeroes.

The general synopsis
at midday.

Depression north of area
Fair Isle 990

will move steadily northeast.

Associated cold front to
the northwest of area Shannon.

Expected south German Bight...

Madam.

Some other oxen
came into paddock last night

and are now jumping our cows.

Oh, fuck.

-Where did they get in?
-I don't know.

Well, that's the first thing

that you and Samuel
should've done

is check the fences.

...south-west to west,

seven to severe gale nine.

Locally storm ten
in Viking and Burren...

? I'd give you everything
in creation ?

? If she doesn't come back ?

? If she doesn't come back ?

? I'll be your substitute ?

? Whenever you want me ?

? Oh, oh ?

? Don't you know
I'll be your substitute ?

? Whenever you need me... ?

In Van's history book,

there are pictures
of Mashona warriors

wearing skins and feathers.

These days, terrorists just
dress up as normal Africans.

But then, they come
crawling on their bellies,

secret in the night.

They come to take
their land back.

What are you going to do, Mum?

If I find somebody who's cut
my fences, I'll shoot them.

Oh.

Mum says
she'll die for this land.

She says
if she doesn't have a gun,

she'll fight for the farm
with her bare hands.

I believe her.

-Shit.
-Can I see?

Mum, can I look?

Damn it.

Some of them are quite fat.

Yeah, on my grazing.

Mum?

Am I African?

No, Bobo.

Are you?

No.

Is it because we don't have
brown skin? Black skin?

It's complicated.

Is it because
we weren't born here?

No.

Sarah says
her Ancestors are magic.

I can do magic, too.

I can close my eyes halfway
and make everything disappear.

I think I am African.

I know I'm not English.

And I am not from the sea.

Lucy in The Lion, the Witch
and the Wardrobe

came from the snow.

I think I came from the sun.

I wonder where they got that.

Probably
from some refugee.

I hope they didn't
steal one of our cattle.

I'm hungry.

Ask Sarah
to make you something.

It's her afternoon off.

Then ask Jacob.

He doesn't like me.

-I'll ask Mum.
-Mum only thinks about herself.

And her animals.

And me.

I'm really enjoying th...

Disgusting.

Come, guys.

Sarah isn't from here.

She doesn't have children,

which is strange
for an African.

What are you doing?

-Nothing.
-Yeah,

you're doing magic again.

Are your Ancestors magic?

I bet you they can't do this.

I'm closing my eyes
almost all the way.

And I can make you disappear
like I am now.

But I'm still here.

If your Ancestor magic
is so strong,

ask them to send you gold.

Lots and lots of gold.

Then you can be rich and then
become the queen of Zimbabwe.

And then you can give me some.

Do you want me
to make you a crown?

Yes.

I can get my scarf
to make you look like a queen.

-Too tight? Okay.
-No.

And maybe one bow

-maybe. I don't know.
-Okay.

And also a feather.

Okay, a feather.

That's what you want.

That's what you get.

Yes, let me see, let me see.

You look beautiful.

When Jacob visits

his Ancestors at the graves,

he claps and sings
and leaves presents for them.

I think he just tells

those dead babies
just to stay in there.

Mum says she'd trade all of us

for her horse and her dogs.

But I know that's not true.

When did this start?
Why did you wait so long?

Now he's got to take pills.
Okay, so...

Two in the morning,
two at night. Okay?

Two, two.

Do you understand?
Say it back to me.

-Two, two.
-Yes, perfect.

Okay. There, take these.

You mustn't wait when
something like this happens.

? Ole ?

? O cangaceiro ?

? The bandit of Brazil ?

? Yeehaw ?

? Yee-he-he-he-he... ?

Sometimes
Mum will dance with me again.

She sings,
"Ole, I am a Bandit."

That's her favorite song.

? The bandit of Brazil... ?

And then
I'm the angry bull.

And she's so happy.

And she glows.

And she's beautiful again.

? I'm a hero down in Rio ?

? Where they talk
about me still... ?

Whoo!

? She was young ?

? She, she was fair ?

? Whoo-hah ?

? Whoo-hah-hah-hah ?

Mm.

Hmm.

You're the boy
and you're the horse.

Fetch my horse.

Ugh, you guys
are a bunch of dozy Arabs.

Now fetch me
my tablets.

I think I have a headache.

Go.

Go, go, go, go.

Why did you chase
my boys away?

They are not your boys.

They are children
just like you.

Are you grown up? Hmm?

Are you grown up like this?

Look how small you are.

You are too young
to be bossing.

Dad!

-Howzit, Chookies.
-Hey, Dad.

-You okay?
-Yeah.

-Look after your mum?
-Yeah.

Did you see his eye?

Dad's home!

I get it. I just think
we need a backup plan.

No, we don't.

We're never selling.

Nicola, you need to keep

an open mind.

Oh, darling,
I'll never leave here.

And you'll never leave me.

You know I'm right.

When they shut the door...

...I'm supposed to go away
and get busy.

Mum says they're resting,

but I know
what's going on in there.

They're laughing
and drinking brandy.

And moving furniture
with their clothes off.

Oh, I really hope
you haven't

been picking
your spots, Vanessa.

They look so ugly.

Let me cover that.

There, that's better.

Okay, run along now.

? As night fades out,
faded by the sun ?

? Hamba ?

? 10,000 men
stand high on the hill ?

? Hamba ?

? A loud silence
and the earth is still ?

? Hamba ?

? 10,000 men
tremble for the kill ?

? A vulture flies,
the wind that cries ?

? Woza, woza hho ?

? Woza, woza hho ?

Whoo!

? Woza, woza hho,
woza, woza hho ?

? Woza, woza hho,
iphi le ndoda... ?

Can I have?

Come on,
stop hogging.

-Give it. Hey, can I have it.
-Hey, come on.

Give it to me, Duncan.

Got to get a cigarette
or whatever...

Duncan, it's my turn.

-My turn.
-It's not.

-You are hilarious...
-Who's the best

Agnetha or Anni-Frid?

-Anni-Frid.
-Wait, is that the blonde one?

No.

-It's your mum.
-Ooh, ooh.

You look like a girl.

Pass it on. Pass it on.

It's my cigarette.

What are they doing?

Shit.

Marry me.

You're drunk.

You're breaking my heart here.

Cheers, Nicky.

Cheers.

I used to be
in the drum majorettes.

Can you imagine that?

Ow. Margie.

-Seriously.
-I'm sorry, Nicky.

? I'll be there
with lots of love... ?

Shit,
the results come out tomorrow.

If we lose this election,

I say bring on the bloodshed
if that's what they want.

I've got enough ammo
for a world war.

The future is never over

and once you wrap your mind
around that little philosophy,

I am telling you now.

Shit.

? I got lots of love
That won't make you cry ?

? Love... ?

He was an FFB guy,

and they shot up all those
village women and kids.

I heard they left the bodies
right there

and they were eaten
by their own dogs.

And those poor bastards

had to clean
the mess up themselves.

? I'll be there
with lots of love ?

? Yeah, love ?

? Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, love ?

? Yeah, yeah, love ?

Oh, my word!

-Nicky's eldest?
-Mm.

Um, I think there's someone
in there, Uncle Anton.

Just, uh, look at you, huh?

-Grown up.
-Mm.

The last time
I saw you, you were...

This big.

Your hair's so nice
and long now.

Look how pretty you got.

These cheeks.

These cheeks. You always
had these cheeks, hey?

Ah.

Open your mouth.

Just like that.

-How's it, Anton?
-Yeah.

I dreamt last night
that all our cattle died.

I want Samuel to round up
every stray cow on this farm.

If our cows pick up
foot-and-mouth, we're fucked.

This land won't have been
worth the fight.

Can you tell me
the story about the person...

human that keeps on
getting in trouble with God?

Once upon a time,

there was Mwari,

and there was also Human,

Animal, Plant and Earth.

Everyone got along
with everyone else.

All of nature as one family.

No one knew about death then
but it sounded very, very bad.

What do you think dying
feels like?

I do not think of such things.

I do.

Please finish the story.

One day, Human got tired
of being only as powerful

as the waterfall or the leopard.

"I am going to be more powerful
than everyone else.

"I am going to start
a new world for myself."

So...

he started to chop down
the trees, even the Ebony trees.

He eat the kudu and the impala.

And he even peed in the water.

Hey. It is not funny.

But he peed in the water
that everyone had to drink.

If you want me
to tell you holy stories,

you cannot laugh
at these things.

Sorry, I won't do it again.
It's just how you said it.

Please carry on telling me.

No.

But I want to know
the end of the story.

Give me your hands.

How many are there?

Plenty and many, Madam.

Yes, plenty and many.

But nobody counted.

Yes, Madam.

When Mum
bosses, her eyes go dark.

The staff say, "Yes, madam."

But their eyes go far away

and I can tell
they are not listening.

Such a bloody balls up.

Dad says
that Samuel can track anything.

He can put his mind

inside the mind
of any living thing.

And know where it went.

And know what it thinks.

I want to know
how to track animals too.

I'm going to tell Dad
to make Samuel teach me.

It's the least he can do.

Samuel?

Samuel?

Samuel?

Mr. Robert Mugabe,

the Marxist ZANU-PF leader

looks as if he has walked away
with the Rhodesian election.

Predictions
in Salisbury tonight

are that he will get
an overall majority.

That's 51 seats or more,
in the 100-seat assembly.

Lord Soames, Mr. Mugabe
and General Peter Walls,

Rhodesia's supreme
military commander,

appealed for calm
as tension rises

in the country
over the final result.

The Rhodesian security
Commander, General Walls,

the man most likely to appeal

to disappointed
Rhodesian Whites,

also asked for calm tonight.

His message in a moment.

First, what Lord Soames
had to say to all Rhodesians.

What matters now
is that Zimbabwe...

This is still our farm.

Oh, grow up, Bobo.

Don't talk to me like that.

The farm's special to Mum.

And to me.

Why are you defending her?

-She doesn't even like you.
-Vanessa.

-Yes, she does.
-No, she doesn't.

Stop that!

Can't wait for school to start

so that I can get away
from this place.

...will be no violent action

or reaction of any kind.

This is
fucking unbelievable.

Yes, I've already
heard of people

who want to sell their farms.

-Really?
-Yeah.

Well, mainly Afrikaners
heading back south.

This is still Rhodesia
in my eyes.

Yeah.

...a united Zimbabwean army

after seven years of civil war.

Are you
going to stay in Rhodesia?

I don't think so.

-Where would you go?
-I'd go to Britain.

In spite of the weather.

I have three children
to support.

I don't know what I'm gonna do.

...I am worried...

Do you?

Mmm. Mm-hmm.

I can't watch. No, honestly.

Look at her.

Here we go again.

It was exactly like this
last time

before the wheels came off.

? I wonder ?

? How many times
you've been had ?

? And I wonder how many plans
have gone bad ?

? I wonder ?

? How many times you had sex ?

? And I wonder, do you know
who'll be next? ?

? I wonder ?

? I wonder ?

Whoo!

? Wonder, I do ?

-Whoo!
-Oh.

? I wonder about the love
you can't find ?

? And I wonder about
the loneliness that's mine ?

? I wonder
how much going have you got? ?

? And I wonder about
your friends that are not ?

? I wonder... ?

I know
what you were up to.

What is that supposed to mean?

I saw you creeping around
in corners whispering.

Scared.

You can leave
if you want to, Tim.

I'm not going anywhere.

We can talk about this

when you are able
to have a rational conver--

I am perfectly rational.

Then
do you honestly believe

that we shouldn't consider
selling when we can--

I saw Uncle Anton

stick his thumb
in Van's mouth last night.

Bobo, shut up!

What won't you say
to get attention?

Vanessa, that did not
happen, did it?

-No.
-Jesus!

-But I saw.
-No, you didn't.

You didn't see anything.

Van?

Why would you say that?

-You're such a liar.
-Shh, shh. Quiet.

Why's the front door open?

Heads down.

Stay down.

Nicola, get in here now!

Let's go. Let's go. Quickly.

HQ, this is Papa 28.

Do you read me? Go!

In the kitchen.

HQ, this is Papa 28.
Do you read me?

Oh, God, I can't see anything.

Van, get me the torch
on the mantle.

Why is the floor so sticky?

...Papa 28. Do you read me?

-Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
-Sarah!

Sarah!

Vanessa! Get me a dish towel.
Hurry up.

-Jesus!
-Sarah.

Good God!

What happened?

Oh, my God.

Bobo, I'm leaving.

Please look after your sister.

Good God!

Damn it!

Sarah, can you hear me?

Push on it!

Is there another one?
Get me another one. Hurry!

Bobo, where's your sister?

Bobo,
hold the torch so I can see.

Oh, God.
Oh, God. Oh, God.

Sarah.

Please, breathe. Breathe!
Tell them to hurry!

I was
supposed to look after her.

Sarah! Sarah!
You're doing good.

Please.

Please.

Let her be all right.

I won't smoke. I won't steal.

Please, just let her
be okay. Please.

Sarah says
that in her village,

they plant a stick.

And that stick grows
into the tree of forgetfulness.

And the Ancestors
stay inside the tree.

And if you have problems,
you sit under the tree.

And then you pray

and the Ancestors
will help you.

Please, Sarah's Ancestors.

Please bring her back.

Stay back. Stay back.

What are you doing here?

What are you doing here?

Who said you could be
on this land?

No, don't smile at me.

Who said
you could come on this farm?

This is my farm!

Answer me!

Are you setting traps
on my land, you fuckers?

Answer me!

This is our land.
We are staying here.

Oh, no, you don't!
This is my farm!

Get off my land!

This is my land!

Stop.

You don't live here! Get your
shit and get out of here!

Don't you dare!

Don't you fucking dare
push my horse!

Mum! Please!

-You hear me? Be quiet, Bobo!
-Mum!

Don't you touch my horse!

Put that down. Put that down!

-Mum, please stop!
-Don't you hit my horse!

-Stop!
-You want to take me on?

I'll fuck you up!

Don't you dare!

Don't you dare hurt my horse!

I'll fucking kill you!

Mum! Please stop!

Get off my farm!

-Get off my farm!
-Please!

This is my land!

Mum! Stop!

I fought for this land.

I fucking buried children
on this land.

This is my land.

Get your shit
and fuck off out of here!

Mum! Stop!

Madam.

What do you want?

Don't you have your comrades

at the hospital
that can help you?

-Madam...
-No,

don't "But, madam" me.
I'm not "madam" anymore.

-I'm comrade now. Yeah!
-We're seeking help.

Well, you should have thought
about that in the first place.

Now you can go sit on the side
of the road with everybody else

and wait for a lift to town.

-You voted for this government.
-No, you're my mother.

I am not your bloody mother!

Sarah doesn't believe

in the Garden of Eden.

And she doesn't believe
that Adam and Eve

wore leaves
on their private parts.

She believes
in Mwari and Earth.

I wish she finished
telling me that story.

Bugger off, Bobo.

Bugger off.

Mm-hmm.

-You know they want to kill me?
-Who, Mum?

The staff,
the whole lot up there.

-Why would they want to do that?
-Because I know about them.

Because they're crooks.
They're poaching leopards.

I see them all over my land

and I'm finding traps
everywhere.

They're all in on it
with the squatters.

It's not funny.

Yes, it is.

No, it's not.

-I think it is.
-It's not.

Stop buggering around!

Listen, you two.

You better watch it.

These people are all in on it
and they know what they're doing

so you just better
bloody watch yourself.

Hey!

I want to know
when Sarah's coming back.

You are the reason
those Gandanga came down here.

They saw Sarah always with you
and now they want to punish her.

I think Mum would
die if we left the farm.

I don't see
how we can stay.

Those squatters
are just the beginning.

Yeah. Mum says the staff
are poaching the leopards.

Well, maybe you should take
what Mum says

with a pinch of salt right now.

I'm worried Mum's
becoming a maniac again.

It's manic, not maniac.

That's what I said.

Mum just needs
her nervous breakdown pills.

Sit.

I'll work with that.

Oh, your ears come out.

Boop.

A lot of people are stuck.

They'll end up
working for these blokes.

You're lucky the bank is willing

to give you something
for the place.

They'll be handing
these farms out to their mates.

Yeah, well.

Feels like
daylight robbery to me.

If you can
just sign here. And here.

Right.

There you have it.

Who's that?

I sold the farm, Tub.

No, you can't do that.

You can't... You can't do that.

I had to.

But this is... This is our...

This is our farm.

This is everything
we fought for.

Everything.
What are you saying?

No. What are... No.
What are you saying?

It's...
it's already done, Tub.

No. No. Is this it?

This is it? No, no, no.

Look, look. It's so easy.

You just go run down
the road after them.

Don't you do that without me!

-No, no, no, no, no, please!
-Listen to me. Nicola. Nicola.

Don't do that to me.

-It's time. It's time to go.
-No, please.

No.

You can scream

and cry and howl

and drink until you fall down

but I will not let you take us
all down with you!

Think about someone else
for once in your bloody life.

No!

I'm sorry. Is he all right?

I didn't hit him, did I?

No problem, madam.

Hello.

Are you fine?

Yes, thank you.

Come.

Come and eat with us.

No, thank you.

Don't be afraid.

You must have your lunch
here with us.

No, thanks.

-Come.
-I'm fine.

Have a seat.

Fine.

Thank you.

Mmm.

Mmm.

What happened to him?

He had a fever many years ago.

But he held on.

He's strong.

My son.

I must be getting back now.

Thank you for sharing
your food with me.

Thank you.

Sarah, you're back.

Does it hurt?

Did you die?

I'm alive, Bobo.

We're leaving.

Dad's sold the farm.

Are you coming with us?

But... But Sarah.

-Please.
-Come out.

Get out and let Sarah rest.

This is not the time
for you to be bossing.

Get out.

Get out!

And... when you leave
this place...

Sarah is not going with you.

She's going to be
with her family.

Yeah.

With people
who will take care of her.

Not people who will leave her
for wild animals to eat her.

And I'm sitting in front.

But that's not fair.

Fine. Then I'm sitting
in front on the way back.

I take it
you're not coming with?

But you always
get the costume.

Well, I know they wanted
to give us a good send-off.

Yeah, so? I'm older.

Fuck.

? Dennis is a menace ?

? With his,
"Anyone for tennis?" ?

? And beseeching me
to come keep the score ?

? And Maud says ?

? "Oh, Lord,
I'm so terribly bored ?

? I really can't stand it
anymore" ?

? I'm going out to dinner ?

? With a gorgeous singer ?

? To a little place
I've found down by the quay ?

? Her name is Patricia,
she calls herself ?

? Delicia ?

? And the reason
isn't very hard to see ?

? You see
Patricia or Delicia?

? Not only is a singer ?

? She also removes
all her clothing ?

? For Patricia
is the best stripper in town ?

? And with a swing
of her hips ?

? She started to strip ?

? To tremendous applause ?

? She took off her drawers
And with a lick of her lips ?

? She undid all her clips ?

? And threw it all in the air ?

? And everybody stared ?

? And as the last piece of
clothing fell to the floor ?

? The police were banging
on the door ?

? On a Saturday night in 1924 ?

? Take it away, boys ?

Oh, shame, Tim. You look so sad.

Must be so hard for her.

It's not like
anyone lives in Zambia.

She's tough old Nicky.
Very tough.

Just bloody stay, man.

Come on, Timmy.
Do you remember this?

Oh!

No! No, no, no!
Get off me, you two.

You're like a couple of ticks.

There was a warning
in the valley. I heard it.

I heard it.

Fucking imbeciles!

We're leaving, Tim!
Let's go now!

Get out!

Mum!

Dad!

Dad, help!

Dad!

Mum!

Dad!

Dad says we can only take

one suitcase each.

I'm taking my drawings
and my pellet gun.

Van's taking her makeup
and her books.

Look what a beautiful
queen you are, Bobo.

-Please come with us.
-No, Bobo.

There's nothing for me
in Zambia.

I'm going back to my village.

You should have
asked your Ancestors

for gold when I told you.

Then you would be rich
and we wouldn't have to leave.

The Ancestors give us
what they know we need.

Not always the things
we ask for.

Yeah, but you still
could have asked.

Mum says
she wasn't trying to die.

She was just resting her eyes.

I think she's lying.

She says she wants
to leave here now, anyway.

And never see any of those
fucking idiots ever again.

Be careful
with those, Vanessa.

I hope you washed your hands.

Bobo,
this is how the story ends.

Earth begged Mwari
to be merciful to Human.

And Mwari relented, a little.

"When Human dies, I will still
take back his femo raMwari,

his God breath,

but his bones
will be returned to you

from whence they were forged.

They will lie
in your embrace forever."

And so it is.

We humans in the end.

Our God breath
goes back to Mwari

and our bones return
to Mother Earth.

And all our lives,

we are cursed with
separation and loneliness...

and longing.

Turn around.

If you love me,
you'll turn around.

Please turn around.

Please.

Sarah.

Sarah.

You are the Queen.

Queen of Zimbabwe.