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[man singing in Zulu]

[men harmonizing]

[men singing in Zulu]

[man trilling]

Ah!

-[man trilling]
-[singing in Zulu continues]

[laughing]

[singing in Zulu continues]

[laughing]

[laughing]

[singing in Zulu continues]

[chattering]

[guitar playing]

[chattering]

[shouting angrily in Zulu]

[radioz band playing up-tempo song]

[whistling]

Bo-baba! Bo-baba!

Now, how can we fight for freedom

when our fathers sit in the government's
beer halls and get drunk?

Boycott these places!

The beer that you drink
buys the bullets that kill your children.

[agitated shouting]

[horn honks]

Wellington!

[men shouting]

[boy screaming]

[man] Come on, boys! Go, g0!

Watch your wings!

- Yes! Yes!
- Come on. Johan! Johan!

-[whistle blows]
- Yeah!

- Yes!
- He's got a great future.

- That was brilliant.
- Oh! Like father, like son.

- To your family!
- To our headmaster!

[chattering]

- You coming, Gordon?
- Yes, Mr. Ben.

Jonathan will come and help me.

How is Jonathan?
The algebra still giving him trouble?

He's working hard, Mr. Ben.
Your money will not be wasted.

Emily and me will always thank you.

That's fine.

- See you later, Gordon.
- All right, Mr. Ben.

[angry shouting]

Get inside!

Come to Grandpa.

Ooh!

Oh.

Oh, just like your ma.

Oh, be gentle with Grandpa.

Ru get him.

-[laughing]
- Oh, don't hit Grandpa.

[sniffs] Mmm.

Smell.

- Almost ready, Chris. Any minute.
-[man] No, come on. Keep your hands off, man.

Five - Hey. Johan, man.
Come on, bring it.

- Next time you get the fork.
-[laughs]

Jonathan.

I'm sorry, Gordon,
but they must have had a reason.

I know my son, Mr. Ben.

If he says he was not doing anything,
I believe him.

Well, the court didn't.

Was he represented?

Our lawyer, Julius Nqakula,
is in detention.

- That's why I came to you, Mr. Ben.
-[woman] Ben?

I'll be there in a minute, Susan.
Get some iodine, will you?

- God.
- Mmm.

Johan.

Jonathan.

Did you tell the court
exactly what happened?

What does he know about court?

Before he knew, it was all over.

We need a good lawyer, Mr. Ben.

It's too late for a lawyer, Gordon.
I mean, there's nothing to be done now.

You don't understand, Mr. Ben.
I don't want him to have a police record.

It will be there for the rest of his life.

It's such a minor matter.

Let it go, Gordon.

Here. Put that on his backside.

I'm not worried about those wounds.
I know they'll get better.

It's the wounds here,
these are the ones I worry about.

There's nothing to be done.

- The cuts looked terrible, Pa.
- Mmm.

He must have done something.

- What happened to him?
- The court sentenced him to a caning.

These kids are going mad.
Bloody savages.

The only language they understand is force.

I thought the idea was
to give them their own homelands.

Let them live with their own kind.
No conflict then.

- Everybody's happy.
- Come on. Enough talk.

Let's eat.

[laughing]

I don't care what other parents are saying.

Now, listen to me.

I tell you, no demonstrations.

Tomorrow you go to school.

But there'll be nobody at school, Babe.

Then you and Robert will be the only ones.

What do I say to Mr. Ben?

“Thank you for the school fees,
but my son doesn't want to learn”?

Let Mr. Ben keep his white money
for his Boer education.

We want to learn in English.
We don't want to learn Afrikaans.

[shouts in Zulu]

You don't understand, Baba.

They don't want us to be really educated.

If we learn in Afrikaans,
we have no future, Baba.

They want us to be messenger boys,
mine boys -

And garden boys like me.

Yes, Babe.

Everybody knows that you're a wise man.

Everybody comes to ask your advice.

And they respect you.

You should be a lawyer, Babe.

But... what are you?

- Amand/a/
-[crowd] Ngawethu/

- Mayibuye!
- I-Africa!

This is a peaceful demonstration.

We know the police will come.

But be calm.

Be cool.

Remember, this is a protest march.

We are not here to fight the police.

Let's g0!

-[man] Bantu education!
-[crowd] Stinks, stinks, stinks!

- Bantu education!
- Stinks, stinks, stinks!

[chanting, singing in Zulu]

[chanting continues]

[chanting continues]

- Amandla!
- Ngawethu!

- Now listen to me!
- Ngawethu/

This is an illegal demonstration.

I order you to disperse immediately.

[singing African anthem in Zulu]

This is the last warning!

Disperse immediately, or I will take action!

Tear gag!

- Ready!

Fire!

[child] Watch out! Cover!

[dogs barking]

After them!

Igunshofl

-[gunshot]
-[screams]

Igunshofl

[dogs continue barking]

[helicopter whirring]

[gunfire]

[children shouting]

[shouting in Afrikaans]

This way!

[screaming]

Tandi!

You killed my sister!
Shoot me! Shoot me!

I said shoot me now! Shoot me!

[shouting in Afrikaans]

[baby crying]

-[girl sobbing]
-[no audible dialogue]

Tell me again.

You were there when all this happened?

[speaking Zulu]

Yes, Babe.

- And you say you saw everything?
- Yes, Babe.

Are you sure it was Jonathan
they took away?

Yes, Babe? Gordon.
And they arrested Wellington too.

[helicopter whirring]

It's hell out there.

I've been like an ambulance all day,
taking children to the hospital.

One even died in the car.

God knows how many the bastards killed.

It's happening in Alexander, Springs,
all the townships.

Stanley, they've arrested Jonathan.

[people chattering]

He's not on the list.

Okay, baas/e,
but I-is that all the names, baas/e?

I've told you, he's not in custody.
Are you trying to make me out as a liar?

No, no, no. Nee, nee, baasie.
Nee, baasie. Nee, baasie.

Why don't you try the hospital,
the mortuary?

- Yeah, I will, baas/e, but -
- Next.

But what about headquarters, baas/e?
John Vorster Square, baas/e?

- That's enough! Move on. Next.
- Okay, dank/e. Dank/e, baas/e.

[no audible dialogue]

[chattering]

[crying]

[laughing]

Go1 ya!

- Ow!
“G011 ya!

[helicopter whirring]

That's three this morning, Pa.

Hi, Gordon.

Gordon,
where have you been the last two days?

Hold it, champ.

Gordon. I'm talking to you.

What's the trouble, man?

- They arrested Jonathan.
- Not again.

What for?

There's big trouble in the townships.
They're killing our children.

[chuckles] Now, Gordon.

I saw the bodies, Mr. Ben.
And many have been detained.

I went to the hospital,
to the mortuary, everywhere.

The police deny they've got Jonathan.
He disappeared.

Why didn't you tell me?

I am telling you.

Let-Let me see what I can find out.

Ian McKenzie, please.

Benjamin Du Toit.

We met at Peter Crozier's.

[speaking Afrikaans]

[laughing]

[phone ringing]

Hello? Yes.

Ben. Telephone.

Hello? Yes.

How did they say he died, Mr. Ben?

In the rioting.

In the rioting?

They buried him is all I know,
when nobody came to claim the body.

- They buried him where?
- I don't know.

You don't know.

That was all Mr. McKenzie could find out.

Then I'll find out.

As God is my witness, I'll find out
what really happened and where he lies.

Please, Gordon.

It's a terrible thing, but there's really
nothing more we can do, you or I.

That's what you said
when they whipped him.

But he's my child.

His body belongs to Emily and me.

[speaks in Zulu]

[crying]

[speaks Zulu]

[Emily speaks Zulu]

[crying continues]

- Good night, Pa.
- Bed already?

Mmm.

Come. Bed, sweetheart.

Sleep well.

He's taking this hard.

Oh.

[sighs]

Oh. God, I haven't seen that in years.

Yeah, Jonathan made it, remember?

Mm-hmm.

- Come to bed.
- Yeah.

I'll be in in a minute.

Okay-

[chattering]

- Excuse me, sir.
- Yeah.

Have you seen this boy inside?

- No, I didn't see him.
- This is my own child.

- They took him in.
- But I didn't see him.

Did you see this child inside?

He's my son. Inside there.

[speaks Zulu]

[speaking Zulu]

Emily.

- Julius Nqakula, our lawyer.
- Uh-huh. [speaks Zulu]

So you are the cleaner
at John Vorster Square?

Yes, sir.

- How long have you worked there?
- Twenty years, sir.

Oh.

Where did you see Jonathan?

I saw him in the cell, Mr. Julius.

Did you speak to him?

I talked to him and said,

“My child, what have they done to you?”

But he could not answer.

- And then a policeman came -
-[knocking]

-[speaks Zulu]
- It's me, Wellington.

Wellington.

[speaks Zulu]

They released me this afternoon.
My mother said you wished to see me.

Yes.

What have they done to you?

[Wellington]
Two times they put a wet bag on my head.

You-You can't breathe, Babe.

You think you're going to die.

They never stopped, Baba.

They kept asking,
“Who are the ringleaders?”

But what can I tell them?

I know nothing.

I heard Jonathan next door.

He was screaming in Afrikaans.

“Asseblief, my baas.
Please, my baas.”

[Jonathan screaming]

Then it was very quiet...

and a man said,

“Come on, Ngubene. Get up.

Stop pretending.”

That's all I know, Babe.

Later somebody said...

he-he was taken to the hospital.

I - I never saw him again.

[speaks Afrikaans]

[shouting in Zulu]

[man shouting in Afrikaans]

[shouting continues]

[Emily shouting]

[children screaming]

- Take the bastard away.
- Lieutenant! I told you this man was trouble.

Come on!

[baby crying]

[car doors closing]

[car departs]

The Afrikaners suffered
under the British rule

and decided to trek to the interior
to find land far from the British.

On the great trek,
they had to fight many native tribes -

the Xhosas, Zulus, Tswanas,
Basothos, and many others.

They beat them
and had farms all over South Africa.

[bell ringing]

All right, little monkeys. Time's up.

Thank you, Swanepoel.

-[Swanepoel] Meneer?
- Hey, don't push! Don't push.

- You wanted to see me?
- I'm sorry, Mr. Ben.

My name is Emily.
Gordon is my husband.

What's happened?

I have an appointment with Colonel Viljoen.
My name is Benjamin Du Toit.

Sign this form, please.

[speaking in Afrikaans]

[laughing]

[knocking]

Meneer Du To“.

Come 'm, Meneer Du To“.

Colonel Viljoen. Captain Stolz.

Pleasure to meet you.

I used to watch you play for the Transvaal.
You were one of the great fly halfs.

[laughing] That was a long time ago.

- Would you sign an autograph for my son?
- With great pleasure.

- What's his name?
- Jaanie.

My son will be thrilled.

He plays rugbY?

Soccer.

- Traitor.
-[chuckles]

- Thanks very much.
- Thank you.

See you later, Colonel.

Please sit down.

So you're inquiring about,
uh, detainee Gordon Ngubene.

Yes.

Urn, I-l thought there might have been
some kind of misunderstanding

and that I could help straighten out.

Misunderstanding?

I've known Gordon Ngubene
over 15 years, Colonel.

He's an honest, diligent,
hardworking African.

I can't imagine why he's being detained.

[chuckles] You'd be surprised
how many honest, church-going Bantu

we come across during our working day.

Meneer Du To“,
our task 'vs not an easy one.

The press screaming bloody murder,
especially the English.

And they'll be the first to squeal
if the reds took over, make no mistake.

We're just doing ourjob.

I'm sure you understand.

Of course I understand, Colonel.
I - I know how complex your position is.

I was just trying to say
that we're only human,

and we can all make a mistake.

[laughing] Oh, yeah, we can indeed,
Meneer Du Toit. We can indeed.

And I think one might have been made here.

Would you mind if I asked you
a few questions about Ngubene?

I'd welcome it.

Did he ever discuss
his son's death with you?

I was the one who broke the news to him.

- But he accepted the truth?
- Well, he was upset, of course.

But he's a religious man, and in time
he will resign himself to it, I'm sure.

You mean he hasn't?

Was he angry, rebellious?

Oh, come along, Colonel.

If someone told you
that your child had died

and wouldn't tell you how it happened
or where the body was buried,

wouldn't you be upset?

We told him how his son died.

And when the time is right,
we will tell him where he's buried.

But what are you waiting for?

- You have a son, Meneer Du Toit?
- Yes.

Does he burn and destroy
everything he can lay his hands on?

- No.
- No. [chuckles]

And neither does mine.
That's what I can't understand.

After everything the government
does for them, with an open heart.

Think about it.

We're for you, not against you.

Believe me,
I'm-I'm with you all the way, Colonel.

If Ngubene is the innocent man you claim,
he will be released soon.

You have my word.

Thank you, Colonel.

May I ask a favor?

Gordon's wife is very worried.

May she bring him a change of clothes
and some food?

Of course. No problem. [chuckles]

- And thank you for your help.
- Thank you.

[door opens, closes]

Igasps, chokes]

Come on, you bloody bastard!

Who else has been feeding you
this bullshit?

[9a$ps,panfing]

Why don't you answer, kaffir?

Who told you to collect the affidavits?

I want my son's body.

All right, kaffir.

Let's start again.

Sepati, get the drinks ready, would you?

What do you want?

Sorry, madam.
We have come to see Mr. Ben.

I am Gordon's wife.

[Ben] The teeth were in the pocket of the shirt
she exchanged the clean one for.

Yes. One moment.

One of his partners
can see you immediately.

Yes.

- Dick Peterson.
-[writing on paper]

32 Hilldown Road.

Got it.

Thank you.

I'm sorry to have done this to you
on a Saturday, Mr. McKenzie, but -

Yes. Yes, thank you.

Thank you, Mr. Ben.

You must not give up hope, Emily.

Hope's a white word, lamey.
It's not hope we need.

Come, sis/Z

Tomorrow it will be all first class again.

Why would they arrest
an innocent man, Ben?

Our Special Branch is too busy
rounding up terrorists and communists.

These are not nice times, Ben.
There are subversives everywhere.

Anton, you know Gordon.
He's a gardener, for God's sake.

I don't know anything about Gordon, Ben,
and neither do you.

He tends the flowers, he trims the hedges.
That's all I know about him.

Ben, blacks lead double lives -
one you see and one you don't.

That's what I like about them.

Trust me, they'll smile at you one moment
and knife you the next.

All Gordon was trying to do
was find his son's body.

- That's not a crime.
- Then he has nothing to worry about.

Except his teeth.

[Gordon groaning]

How do you feel today?
Ready to talk or ready to fly?

-[screaming]
- Uh, Captain?

Don't ever open that door
without knocking!

Yes, Captain. Yes, Captain.

[laughing]

You think it'll be ready
for Piet's birthday?

[laughing]

Stanley.

Gordon is dead.

They say he committed suicide.

Hanged himself.

My God.

Why would he commit suicide?

I said they say he committed suicide.

- What do you mean?
- What do I mean?

What about Timol,
who they say jumped from the tenth floor?

What about Ngudle?
What about Mosala? Joyi? Malele?

I've got 37 others for you.

They all died in that John Vorster Square.

All suicide, huh?

Where's his body?

- In Soweto.
- I'd like to see him.

Look, I came here to deliver
Emily's message. That's all.

Don't be silly, Ben.

I want to see him, Susan.

There are riots all over Soweto.
Don't look for trouble, man.

- I want to see him.
- You're out of it, so stay out of it.

I'll drive myself then.

What you gonna do, lamey?
Buy yourself a map?

[man singing in Zulu]

[men singing in Zulu]

[chattering]

[man vocalizing]

[singing continues]

[children] Stanley, sweets!

Stanley, sweets! Stanley, sweets!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Stanley, sweets!

Stanley, sweets! Stanley, sweets!

Stanley, sweets!

Okay. Finish.

[speaking Zulu]

Welcome to the land of love and glory.
Come on.

Huff)'-

[man shouting in Zulu]

Whoa. Okay. Okay.

Here.

[speaking Zulu]

[speaks Zulu]

[speaks Zulu]

[speaks Zulu]

Stanley.

[chattering]

Hi, Stanley.

Who's that?

[no audible dialogue]

Meneer Du Toit, I'm sorry to bother you.
I'm Melanie Bruwer.

I write for the Rand Daily Mail.

Is it possible to talk to you
about Gordon Ngubene?

I understand that you've known him
for some years.

No.

[hammering in distance]

-[engine ofi]
- What is Emily going to do now?

She wants an inquest.

Really?

Good.

I'll ask Ian McKenzie to help her.

-[choir singing hymn in Afrikaans]
- If it makes you feel good, lamey.

Will you take me to the funeral?

Are you crazy?

That's no place for you, man.

Here. Take this number.

In case you need me and I'm not there,
just say, “Lamey phoned.”

Right?

What does lamey mean anyway?

That's enough for one day, man.

Thank you.

[engine starts]

-[organ playing]
-[chattering]

[woman laughing]

[man] Hello, Ben.

What was the point of coming here?

What?

- Gordon has been murdered.
- Oh, come on.

I saw his body.
I could barely recognize his face.

- He was murdered.
-[woman] Hello, Susan.

And what about you, Pa?
Going off to Soweto.

You could have been murdered.

[car door closes]

Mr. Du Toit, sir.

Mr. Du Toit.

- How do you do, Mr. McKenzie?
- How do you do? Why don't you sit down.

[coughs, wheezing]

Beg your pardon. [coughing]

I'm terribly sorry.

I'm sorry you're not feeling fit.

Well, I - I actually feel rather spry,
as things go.

Unfortunately, I fell in love
with these flowers ten years ago.

And I've looked after them.
I've cared for them.

And then, like naughty mistresses,

they - they've shown their thanks
by giving me a permanent allergy.

- Mmm.
-[chuckles]

But I've found myself
with an undying affection for them.

Especially this beautiful,
troublesome wench.

Well, there must be something you can do.

Oh, bloody doctors will tell you anything,
take your money.

I take these, uh, lozenges.

They're terribly ineffective,
but they - they're rather tasty.

I'm-I'm rather fond of the lavender ones.

- Would you care for one?
- No. No, thank you.

Hmm.

Oh, I'm terribly sorry.
Would you like a cup of tea?

No. No, thank you, no.

No, I - I'm here on a matter of justice.

Oh, justice.

Well, I'm afraid that's a trifle more complex
to serve you up than a cup of tea.

But in any event, please do go on.

For Gordon Ngubene.

You remember the story of Gordon Ngubene?

Yes, what a dreadful,
dreadful, dreadful story.

I want justice for him.

To the full extent of the law.

You see, uh, justice and law...

Mr. Du Toit, are-are often just, uh -

Well, they're - I suppose they could
be described as distant cousins.

And here in South Africa,

they're simply not on speaking terms at all.

And I have - I've familiarized myself
with your dossier.

And I'm afraid that my counsel to you
is to just give it up.

- Give it up?
- Yes.

Because there is nothing to be done?

That's what I - That's what I said
to his son when his son was caned.

And now his son is dead.

That's what I thought about Gordon
when he was jailed,

and now he is dead because of my neglect.

I have known that family for 15 years,
Mr. McKenzie.

I cannot give it up.

Yes.

That does make a difference, of course.

There must be same penalty under law
for those who commit murder.

Mr. Du Toit, may I ask you...

how long you have lived
with us in South Africa?

All my life.

I'm afraid that I am -

I'm just not the barrister
that you're seeking.

I'm sorry.

I'm confused, Mr. McKenzie.

I thought that you had undertaken
many cases and won them

in support of human rights.

No.

You see, what you don't realize
is that every time I-l won a case,

they simply changed the law, you see.

So therefore my considered counsel to you
is to just simply chuck the lot.

I shall find another barrister,
and I shall prove you wrong.

Good afternoon, Mr. McKenzie.

Please sit down, Mr. Du Toit.
I will take your case.

I will take your case,
if only to make it abundantly clear

howjustice in South Africa is misapplied

when it comes to the question of race.

[humming]

[door opens]

[Emily] With hard work and prosperity,
my children will survive.

[shouting in Zulu]

Emily, how are you?

-[Emily] This is Father Masonwane.
- Benjamin Du Toit.

This is my friend, Margaret Ledwaba.

Benjamin Du Toit.

- Uh, please.
- No.

Here, here. Take this one.

Emily, I have been to see Mr. McKenzie,

and he has agreed to represent you
at the inquest.

- Thank you, Mr. Ben.
- He's the best we can get.

You mean well, sir,
but it is better to forget.

If we keep the pain alive,
the hate will weaken our faith.

Mfundisi,

they killed my child,
who was a good child.

They killed my husband,
who did what a father must do.

People must know the truth.

The living close the eyes of the dead.

And now the dead
will open the eyes of the living.

Are you not afraid of the road
you're taking, Sister Emily?

No.

We're now leaving beautiful Soweto,
the high-class slaughterhouse.

[Ben groans]

Who are you, Stanley?

A mean black cat in the night, lamey.
[chuckles]

I bet you are.

- And Emily?
- She's like a sister.

- We grew up together.
- Then you're Zulu?

Zulu, Xhosa, Sotho - whatever.

I'm African, that's all.

Me too.

My father had a farm.
I grew up like any African boy in the bush.

Ate African porridge.
No shoes except Sunday -

Barefoot.

No vote.

Carry passbook.

Robben Island jail.

Careful, lame y.

[laughing]

Yeah.

Good morning, Dr. Herzog.

Good morning.

I was wondering if you could assist me
in identifying these objects.

Do you - Do you recognize them?

They appear to be human teeth.

Yes, they're-they're from the, uh -

from the body of the deceased,

Gordon Ngubene.

Well, it may be so.

Were you notified by Captain Stolz?

Yes, uh,
Ngubene complained of a toothache.

Hmm.

And what was noteworthy
about his appearance?

Nothing.

Well, you see, the police report reads,

“The injuries to his head and body
were - were extensive.”

Doesn't that stir your memory
just a trifle?

I don't know.

You don't know whether it does or not.

I remember pulling the rotten teeth
from his mouth.

And did you administer an anesthetic
before you tore the teeth from his jaws?

I don't recall.

[spectators murmuring]

And who ordered you to pull those teeth?

I don't recall.

[slams table]

Dr. Herzog, what day is it today?

Friday the 24th.

I'm greatly relieved.

I thought that you had lost complete control
of your - of your faculties.

That will be all, thank you.
No more questions.

[spectators laughing]

The deceased was arrested
on the 27th of July, was he not?

[Stolz] Yes.

And what was the reason
for Gordon Ngubene's apprehension?

He was in possession
of incriminating documents.

I have an objection.

Good morning, Captain Stolz.

Good morning, Mr. McKenzie.

We have before us no evidence whatsoever

that these documents were incriminating,
Your Worship.

Can you not give us an example,
Captain Stolz?

Yes. He subscribed to a newspaper
called The World for Black Workers.

Oh. Well, I subscribe
to The World for Black Workers.

Do you - Do you suppose, Your Worship,
that places me in some jeopardy

of - of arrest and detainment?

I have nothing to add, Your Worship.

Objection overruled.
Continue with your evidence, Advocate Louw.

I - I beg your pardon, Your Worship.

Did you say that my objection is overruled?

Yes, overruled.

Now, tell the court about his death.

I was called at 0605 hours.

I was notified that the detainee was hanging
by a rope tied to the window bars.

[Louw] Yes. And then?

I summoned Dr. Jansen
to make a postmortem.

Thank you, Captain Stolz.

Are you aware, Captain Stolz,

that a postmortem examination
was carried out

on behalf of the, uh - the Ngubene family?

Yes. By a Dr. Hassiem,
whose signature is also there.

- And where is the good doctor now?
- Detained.

- Under what charge?
- The Internal Security Act.

Well, is this his signature?

Yes, thank you.

It is.

I have a graphologist who will swear
that this is not Dr. Hassiem's signature.

We have three police graphologists
who will swear that it is.

O-Only three?

[chuckling]

You see, Dr. Hassiem found that
the abrasions on the prisoner's neck were -

Oh, yes.

“...were not made by rope, but chains.”

Objection!

Where is the witness for this assertion,
Your Worship?

Dr. Hassiem is my witness.

You know that Dr. Hassiem's
not available to testify.

I am also aware that he can be summoned
by Your Worship to this courtroom.

And he will be accompanied
by armed guards,

then chained neck, hand, and foot,

and all in a matter of minutes.

I'm afraid we cannot dismiss acts of treason
just when we like, Mr. McKenzie.

Are you at all concerned, Your Worship,
that he might be carrying some -

some explosive charges
in one of the recesses of his body -

[spectators laughing]

...with the intention of blowing
this entire courtroom to smithereens?

Mr. McKenzie,
I must caution you as to your remarks.

I'm warning you, this court will not
tolerate contemptuous fripperies.

I beg your pardon, sir.

Your Worship, I shall call another witness

who will attest
to Ngubene's physical welfare.

Call Archibald Mabaso.

I am going to read out to the court
a statement that you signed,

Archibald Mabaso.

Do you understand?

Yes.

“L saw him brought in the late afternoon.

I had a few words with him.

He looked very good.

I saw no one go into his cell till the morning
when they found him dead.”

“He” being Ngubene?

“He” being Ngubene?

No.

-[spectators gasping, murmuring]
- What?

No. It is not true!

But you signed this statement, man.

- You signed it!
- No!

I never saw Ngubene.

I signed it because Captain Stolz
forced me to.

This is what he did to me.

-[crowd gasping]
- Amand/a/

[judge] Take him out.

- Amandla!
- Ngawethu!

-[gavel rapping]
- Amand/a/

Ngawethu!

Get him out!

- Silence!
- Ngawethu/

[crowd shouting]

I would like to recall Captain Stolz
to the witness box.

Good heavens!

Some friend will have done that to him

to make a propaganda photograph
in tomorrow's press.

And will his suicide tonight
make another propaganda photograph...

in tomorrow's press?

Your Worship,

we are out there every day of our lives
fighting these terrorists and communists.

And this man here tries to cast unwarranted
suspicion on the Special Branch.

Special Branch?

I'll give - Mr. Peterson, the photographs.

I'll give you Special Branch. Thank you.

I have photographs here

that I'm sure will make you rather proud
of your Special Branch, sir.

He tried to throw himself
against the bars of his window.

We had to restrain him.

- With clubs and whips, I assume?
- No, we used no clubs, no whips.

Well, then how do you account
for these lacerations?

These crisscross lacerations
across his front and back?

He must have hit the bars
when he tried to jump out of his window.

He behaved like a wild animal.

[spectators murmuring]

Captain Stolz,
would you have this court believe

that this man tried to throw himself
through the window forwards

and being frustrated in that effort,

he turned himself round

and with great force, threw himself
backwards toward the window?

- Evidently.
-[spectators murmur]

Well, would you care
to demonstrate that for this court?

No!

[McKenzie] Very well.

Now, as to the very special
and good works of your Special Branch.

The seventh right rib broken,

right arm broken,

blood clots on the brain.

The whole body covered with bruises.

A-Are you too ashamed
to look at these photographs, sir?

Mm-hmm. Oh, here's one
that might please you indeed.

His jaw broken.

His nose broken.

His cheekbone crushed.

His eye hanging out of its socket
and dangling on the crushed cheekbone.

And marks and evidence

of excessive burns

on his genitals.

[spectators gasp]

And all that

while this man was trying
to get out of a window?

[spectators clamoring]

[all shouting]

Get them escorted out!

Get them out!

Get those people who caused
this disruption out of the courtroom.

Get them out!

And the rest of you, keep silent
or you'll get the same treatment.

-[clamoring stops]
- Now, Mr. McKenzie,

what is it you're trying to prove
with this idiotic recitation?

What...

I am vainly trying to prove

with this idiotic recitation, sir,

is the fact...

that it was not Gordon Ngubene,

but Captain Stolz
who behaved like a wild animal.

Therefore, in spite of the disgraceful
display of counsel for the prosecution,

all the available evidence
clearly and indisputably proves

the death of Gordon Ngubene

cannot be attributed
to the Security Forces of South Africa.

-[spectators clamoring]
- Court dismissed.

[gavel raps]

[clamoring continues]

-[crowd chants in Zulu]
-[mutters]

[chattering]

Don't worry, man. We're still alive.

- Meneer Du Toit, was Ngubene a terrorist?
- How did you know Ngubene?

"Imanl Power!
-[crowd] To the people!

-[man] May/buye/
-[crowd] I-Afr/ca/

-[man] Justice!
-[crowd] Justice, justice, justice!

Justice, justice, justice!

[chanting continues]

[chanting continues]

[shouts, indistinct]

[chanting continues]

[car horn honking]

[shouting, indistinct]

Get in, get in!

- Hang on, Melanie. I'm coming with you.
- Fuck off!

[horn honking]

[chanting continues]

- But not kill him.
- Of course, kill him.

- But that's not possible.
- The Special Branch does what it wants.

- But he was just in court.
- He knew what he was doing.

But everyone saw him
when he bared his back.

- They wouldn't risk it. They couldn't.
-[classical on piano]

- Dad.
-[music stops]

Oh. [chuckles]

Meneer Du Toit, my father,
Professor Bruwer.

- Benjamin Du Toit.
- Nice to meet you.

- Brandy?
- Please, yes.

Meneer Du Toit thinks I don't show enough
concern for the outcome of the inquest.

- We lost.
- Oh, does he? Does he? [chuckles]

I'm sorry to hear that.
Eh, it's like a dance, you see.

You go backwards,
but you also go forwards.

Slow, slow, quick, quick, slow.

You have to keep dancing.

- Pleasure to meet you, Meneer Du Toit.
- Sir.

So, it's all a charade then,

law and justice?

When the system's threatened,
they'll do anything to defend it.

That means that that black detainee -
What was his name?

- Mabaso.
- Mabaso.

It means that he gave his life
for a charade?

He knew, like we all know,

that with enough black bodies
they won't be able to play that game,

so he just added his.

Jesus.

And you've seen it all before,
haven't you?

To you this is just another story.
One more murder isn't news.

But let me tell you something.

It's news to me!

You'd better put your rage
in perspective, Benjamin Du Toit.

This is a long-distance race.
You'll need to pace yourself.

- I suppose cynicism goes with the job.
- It's not cynicism. It's realism.

- It has nothing to do with my reality.
- It has everything to do with your reality.

Just because you haven't seen it before
doesn't mean it hasn't always existed.

Stolz didn't just happen yesterday,
and he's not going to just go away.

But then you've always known that
or you wouldn't be here.

I'm too old.

I've been too naive for too long.

Don't say that.
You've taken the first step.

Welcome to South Africa, Ben Du Toit.

[phone ringing]

[Ben]
Are we not answering the telephone today?

[ringing continues]

My God, Pa!

How could you let it go this far?

You and a kaffir woman.
You look like lovers.

Suzette. Where's your mother?

- Hey, Pa, you made the front page.
- You shut up!

Don't speak to your brother that way.
Where is your mother?

Chris has a new contract
with Van Zyl and Roux.

They know who you are.

You didn't stop to think
of anyone else, did you?

Suzette, I was only trying to -
What am I making excuses for?

- Susan!
- Pa.

You're such a fool.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

Who?

-[car door shuts]
-[engine starts]

I don't know you,
and I have nothing to say.

No. Thank you for your advice.

[chattering]

[speaking Afrikaans]

Take a look at this.

Morning.

[bell rings]

You do have an 11:00,
don't you, Meneer Du Toit?

Why is she here?

[speaking Afrikaans]

[repeats phrase]

And why are you here?

-[chuckling]
- To eat us out of house and home.

Johan, I need to speak
to your mother a moment.

We haven't finished.

That's all right.
I can do the rest myself.

Susan.

Susan, look at rne. We can't keep running
from one room to another.

I don't want to talk, Ben. Let it go.

It's not that simple.

We're going to file a civil suit
against the police.

-“We”? And who's We”?
- Emily and me.

Why this?

For what?

This wasn't your son who died, Ben.
This wasn't your daughter.

This was Gordon, the gardener.

Oh, Jesus, Susan.
This is not just about Gordon.

- This is about all of us.
- Who?

It's about all of them.

And I will be damned

if I let them destroy my family.

I don't want Gordon's ghost in my house.

I don't want the one
with the dark glasses, the -

Any of these kaffirs here ever again.

I just want to go back to the way it was.

If you had come with me,

if you had seen
what was happening in that court,

you would know that we can never
go back to the way it was.

- I was in the court.
- What?

Listen to me, Ben.

I heard what the police did,
and I'm not saying it was right.

But do you think the blacks
wouldn't do the same to us, and worse,

if they had half a chance, hmm?

Do you think they'll let us go on living
our nice, quiet, peaceful lives if they win?

They'll swallow us up.

It's our country, Ben.
We made every inch of it.

Look at the rest of Africa. It's a mess.

It - It's like in war.

Y-You have to choose sides.

You are not one of them,
and they don't want you to be.

Maybe terrible things are being done.

Maybe.

But we have to survive.

And you have to choose your own people,

or you have no people.

You have to choose the truth.

Just as simple as that, eh?

- Is Hassiem out?
- No, no, not yet.

We must find anyone else

who saw Gordon and Jonathan
from the moment they were arrested.

- Mm-hmm.
- We know where they were taken.

Somebody put them in the van.
Somebody drove them.

There were eyes and ears everywhere.

You find the people,
I'll prepare the affidavits.

Okay-

- Do you have a place to hide them?
- I'll find a place.

But I think I should go speak
to that physician who testified in court.

What makes you think he'll talk to you?

I ju - I just have a feeling
that on his own ground he will.

Okay-

When we get all we need,
we'll reopen the case.

Meneer Du Toit,

I said everything I had to say
last Friday in court.

I understand, Doctor.
It's just that I had the feeling that

you were as uncomfortable
with the testimony as I was.

I'm not sure I understand what you mean.

I mean that I felt that you wanted
to be able to tell the truth

and that you might put that truth
in an affidavit.

The truth? I told the truth.

Those teeth were smashed
out of Gordon Ngubene's head.

You didn't extract them.

So, you're the one
with the expertise in this area?

You have to take an oath
to be a doctor, you know.

You're afraid of them, aren't you?

Now that's enough, Meneer Du Toit.

Good day.

Did you ever actually see Gordon Ngubene?

If I said I didn't, would it matter?

I wish you the best of luck.

Do you think your place
is safe enough for this?

Our first affidavit from Julius.

Don't worry. They'll never find it.

They'd better not.

I'll call you, Stanley.

[hammer pounding]

So, Tokozile, tell me what happened.

On the day of the demonstration,
the police shot my sister.

You killed my sister!

I was crying, “Kill me.”

Shoot me. Shoot me.

Jonathan came and he helped me.

- Tandi!
- The police arrested us.

They took us to the police station.
I never saw Jonathan again.

Okay-

[mutters]

Jonathan was semiconscious
when they admitted him to the hospital.

The boy's face was a mess.

Only a police doctor could see him.

Two days later, he was dead.

When they brought Ngubene's body
to the mortuary,

his clothes were full of blood.

The day of the autopsy,
before the doctor arrived,

Captain Stolz called me.

He said,
“Take off the clothes and burn them.”

Thank you.

Stanley tells me
you won't sign an affidavit?

- No, I can't.
- That would be suicide.

And you work at John Vorster Square?

I had no choice.
They transferred me there four months ago.

- Do you attend interrogations?
- No.

I'm just a messenger
for the Special Branch.

Tell him what you told me, Johnson.

Once I had to deliver a file
to Captain Stolz.

- Captain?

Don't ever open that door
without knocking!

I heard that he died that day.

They call it the airplane,

their favorite game.

- Who is it?
- Douma.

- Douma?
- Yeah, my car's giving me problems, man.

[mutters]
It's the middle of the night, man.

Douma. All right, man.

-[Ben] Johnson Seroke?
- The Special Branch was busy last night.

Those bastards.

The best way of remembering a man,
lamey, is to keep on fighting.

I'm not sure Stolz knows what we've got,

but I know he's stopped
taking any chances.

- You'd better be careful.
-[chuckles]

All I can do is to keep them
from wanting me, lamey.

But when they want to catch me,
I'll be caught.

If they want to kill me, I'll be dead.

Until then,
they're in for a hell of a ride.

[typing]

Pa, some men are here.

What's going on?

I have a warrant.

I hope you will cooperate.

I don't understand.

Why don't you go to the bedroom?

Johan.

I'd prefer her to stay.

Look, uh, perhaps I can help you find...

Don't worry, Meneer Du Toit.

If there's anything of interest to us,
we'll find it.

We have all the time in the world.

Captain?

- May I see your license?
- Yes. It's in the study.

Please.

I didn't know you were an author,
Meneer Du Toit.

Just tell me what you're looking for.
I have nothing to hide.

Captain?

Those are private letters, Captain.

They're from my wife
when we were very young.

You have no right to take them.

You have no right, Meneer Du Toit.

My apologies, Mefrau Du Toit.

You have excellent taste.

[car approaching]

[winces] Ow.

Sorry, darling. What a shame.

- What happened?
- Leave him alone.

Johan?

An officer came to the school
and questioned him.

What did he ask you?

Just questions.

What kind of questions?

About you. About the people
who've come to the house.

If I know any of their names.

Well, what did you tell them?

Nothing.

What happened to your face?

Afterwards, some of the boys

started calling you a kaffir lover
and a communist.

I told them to stop, but they wouldn't.

I'm sorry, Son.

Just sorry.

[door closes]

If you want to know something about me,
Colonel, ask me.

Not my boy. Me.

Well, if you possess any information
that could be useful to us,

it would be prudent to discuss it with me.

Don't threaten me, Colonel.

It's not a threat.

Call it friendly advice.

I don't need your advice.

Just leave my family alone.

You all right?

I'm fine, Pa.

Jig-Z"

I know the police killed
Jonathan and Gordon.

Do you understand why?

I'm not sure, but I know it's wrong.

- I'm so sorry about what happened.
- Don't stop, Pa.

Please, I don't want you to give up.

[girls giggling]

Mama, Mama. Ibunu, Mama. Ibunu.

Emily Ngubene?

This here is an eviction notice.

In four weeks' time,
you'll be taken to Zululand.

You are a widow now.
You have no rights to this house.

Get in touch with Melanie.

[calypSOI

[chattering]

Merry Christmas.

Hassiem's been released.
It just came over the wires.

That's terrific. I'll go see him.

You're dressed up.

[chuckles] The office Christmas party.

Yes.

Have to run.

- Merry Christmas.
- Thank you, Melanie.

[chattering, indistinct]

[chattering continues]

- Dr. Hassiem?
- Yes?

I'm Benjamin Du Toit,
Gordon Ngubene's friend.

The case is closed, Mr. Du Toit.
I don't want to have anything more to do with it.

- But I thought that-
- You're wasting your time.

I'm exhausted.

I came home yesterday after
three months in solitary confinement,

and now I'm under house arrest.

- Please.
- There's nothing further I can do for you.

- I beg you.
- Sorry.

Come. The house is bugged.

[phone rings]

- Yes?
- Dr. Hassiem gave me the autopsy report.

Great.

I have a name for you - Wellington Setole.

He was arrested with Jonathan Ngubene.
He saw everything.

Where is he now?

Zambia.
Now I have to get a statement from him.

You'll never get into Zambia
with a South African passport.

I know. Do you know anyone?
Anyone on the paper?

I can go next week on my British passport.

With Wellington's statement,
we can nail Stolz to the wall.

-[gunshot]
- Fire.

-[gunshot]
- Right, clear your chambers.

I should be wishing you a merry Christmas.

Instead I'm sorry to tell you
that we're dispensing with your services.

For what reason?

- Ben, I've warned you like a brother -
- What reason?

Well, for one thing,
you've become distracted.

- You're not the teacher that we -
- Oh, Anton.

How many classes have you missed
in the past month?

Damn it, man.

We both know this isn't
about missed classes.

This is about the Special Branch.

Ben, you're an Afrikaner,
a history teacher.

Your first obligation is to your students.

And I have been teaching them.

It's a question of loyalty.

- To whom?
- To your community.

[scoffs]

- Merry Christmas, Anton.
- One more thing.

It would be better if your son
didn't come back either.

We don't need traitors here.

Well, what are we waiting for?

[bell rings]

What kind of a job
will he be able to get now?

I will get a job.

Oh. Come on, everyone.

I'll be Father Christmas.

Here, Johan. Open this. [chuckles]

Hey, Johan.
I bet it's your first shaving kit, eh?

[laughing]

[Suzette] Aw, Grandpa.

"Isqueaksl
-[laughing]

Merry Christmas, everybody.

Peace on earth, and all that crap.

- Who is this drunken kaffir?
- What are you doing here?

- Who is this fucking Boer?
- What did he say?

[all shouting]

I'll kill him. And you,
you're a disgrace to your people.

We won't stay here another minute.

Get out of my house!

-[car door shuts]
-[engine starts]

[tires screech]

Sorry, man.

I fucked up your Christmas.

You're stinking drunk.

Yeah.

That's right. Dead right.

- Put the kaffir in his place.
- You bastard!

- Bastard!
- Stop it! Stop it!

You can't say that to me, Stanley.

Emily is dead.

They came to take her to Zululand.

She refused to leave.

They took her babies
and put them in the truck.

[shouting]

She ran after them...

and fought with them
to get her babies back.

[screaming]

They... beat her.

[screaming]

Her heart gave way.

[Susan] What a pretty picture.

A drunken kaffir and an Afrikaner traitor.

You deserve each other.

Johan.

I don't want to go, Ma. Please stay.

Do as I tell you.

Let him stay, Susan.

For now.

[typing]

[Be n] / ha ve written this on behalf of
Gordon and Emily and Jonathan Ngubene,

who were murdered.

From all of them,
I have learned what I now know,

and if by writing this
I can change even one man

who is as blind to the world
as I have been...

then I will have given
some meaning to my life.

[sandpaper scratching]

[scratching continues]

I haven't been much help, Johan.

But you've done wonderfully well.

It's going to be a beautiful horse.

Thanks, Pa.

Very clever young man.

You've seen and heard everything,
haven't you?

Yes, Pa.

And if anything were to happen,
you would know what to do, wouldn't you?

Yes, Pa.

I've written everything down.

So have the others.

Stanley knows where the papers
are hidden and what to do.

I'll give you his telephone number.

I understand, Pa.

Do you understand how proud I am of you?

I'm proud of you too, Pa.

Now, shall I show you
where the papers are hidden?

I am sitting on them.

[chuckles]

Hold this.

Now, you take the screwdriver.

The papers are there.

Put it inside.

Hello, Pa.

Hello, Suzette. Here.

Come on, Johan. I thought you were
going to be waiting at the gate.

But you're early.

Come on.

Ma's in the car.

How is she?

She's all right.

I'm sure she's waiting for you, Pa.

[chuckles]

I doubt it, darling.

Hello, Susan. How are you?

- Fine, thank you.
-[Johan] Hi, Ma.

- I'll pick you up there later.
- Sure.

Come on.

-[mutters]
-[engine starts]

Oh.

[Stolz] Good boy.

[chuckles]
You like that, don't you?

- Yes, yes.
-[car approaching]

Yes.

Good, good. Good boy.

[engine ofi]

That's the one who came to the school, Pa.

Leave us alone, Johan.

Good afternoon, Meneer Du To“.

I've brought back your papers.

Sign for them, please.

Hello, Johan.

Thank you.

May I come in?

What do you want?

You're not very hospitable today.

What do you want?

I want to talk about survival.

Mine or yours?

- Survival.
- Survival?

They buried Emily Ngubene today

and you want to talk about survival.

Meneer Du Toit,

there's a line you should not cross.

I'd like to convince you of this.

Good-bye, Captain.

[man on TV] Bu! he cerfa/'n/J/
a/n 7' yours or mine, r/jghz', Grandpa ?

[applause, cheering on TV]

[gunshots]

- Get down, Johan!
- Pa!

-[gunfire stops]
-[glass clattering]

[tires screech]

Oh, God. You all right?

Hmm?

- Melanie.
- Ben.

I need your newspaper
to publish the affidavits.

- There's no time left for a lawsuit.
- What's happened?

- Will they?
- Yes. What's happened?

They shot at my house tonight.
They nearly killed my son.

Is he all right?

Yeah, he'll be all right.

Where is he now?

- I had to take him to his mother.
- And?

And nothing. I can't go back.

- Did you want to?
- Don't be silly.

I can't.

All my references have switched.

Nothing, nothing is the same anymore.

I know.

No, you don't know. You can't.

I went along with them. You never did.

I went along with them.
I believed their lies.

But your son won't.

Well, you beat me.

[chuckling]

No!

Johan, stay back!

Oh.

[dog barking]

Bastards!

Pa, the papers. I fooled them.

They didn't find my secret place.

Oh, my God.

[gasps]

I hid them when Suzette saw us.

- She told them, Pa.
- No, Johan. We can't be sure.

Woman on PM Your attention, please.

Arriving passengers on Zambia Aiwvays,
Flight 91 from Lusaka,

please proceed to information
at Baggage Area B.

[woman on PA in Afrikaans]

[woman on PA in Afrikaans]

[man] Miss Bruwer, come with me.

[woman on PA]
Attention please, Mr. Stevens.

Please pick up the nearest
telephone in the lobby area.

Thank you.

[woman on PA speaking Afrikaans]

Excuse me. Excuse me.

- You are Stanley?
- Yes.

[whispering]

[classical on piano]

-[phone ringing]
-[music stops]

- .11'?- J?

What's up?

Stolz is at Melanie's.

-[door closes]
-[footsteps approaching]

Keep down.

Hey-

Very impressive.

Where's Melanie?

On her way to London.
They're deporting her.

Oh, Jesus.

She knew what she was doing.

Wellington's affidavit.

- Then you saw her?
- She's fine.

We'll see her again.

- Where are the other papers?
- Safe.

[chuckles]

This is all we need.

We'll take those to her friend
at the newspaper tonight.

Not you, man.

You know Stolz will be
on your ass every minute.

That's what I'm planning on.
I'll be the decoy.

[ringing]

- Hello?
- Suzette?

Hello, darling.

No, I'm fine.

I don't sound it?
Well, we've had a break-in.

- The house?
- No, just the garage.

Was anything taken?

They were looking for some things
that I'd hidden there.

Did they find them?

No, they didn't find anything,
but I-l need a safe place for them and -

Why don't I look after them?

W-Would you?

If you like.

That would be perfect.

I'll come and get them.

No, not here, uh -

We'll meet at the Pizza Palace
at nine o'clock.

C-Could you make it eight o'clock?

Thanks.

See you then, darling.

I love you.

Me too.

Bye.

[hangs up receiver]

Those are the papers.

Someone will come by tomorrow
and pick them up.

- Two coffees, please.
- Pie?

- Yes.
- No.

- I'm sorry to burden you with all this.
- Shh.

You look lovely.

[chuckles] Thank you, Pa.

How are things at home?

Oh, just fine.

The rocking horse won't be ready
for little Piet's birthday.

You know, I've still got that little
hippopotamus you made me.

-[chuckles] You do?
- Yes.

Suzette.

Yes?

I love you.

Me too.

- I better go.
- No, don't go.

I must.

Pa.

Darling.

Take care.

[sighs]

[waitress] You ordered two coffees.

I know.

Dom worm, Mefrau Hopper.

Please.

The door, Mefrau Klopper.

Here are the papers, Captain.

[thunder rumbling]

Thank you.

- Our country needs more people like you.
- Burn them. Do what you like to them.

I just want everything back to normal.

- Thank you again, Mefrau Klopper.
-[engine starts]

So, Johan. Ride carefully. Bye-bye.

[car horn honks]

They got the papers.

[chuckling]

Well done, little lamey.
[chuckling]

[engine starts, revs]

[tires screech]

[engine revving]

[tires screech]

[no audible dialogue]

[man vocalizing]

[chorus harmonizing]

[chorus singing in Zulu]

[chorus continues singing]

[chorus continues singing]

[chorus continues singing]

[chorus continues singing]

[chorus continues singing]

♪ Let us pray for the leader A'

♪ >A' Let us pray for him
So that he cannot go astray A'

[singing continues in Zulu]

[chorus continues singing]

♪ Let us pray for the leader A'

♪ >A' Let us pray for him
So that he cannot go astray A'

[singing continues in Zulu]

♪ Amen I'

♪ >l' Amen, hallelujah I'

♪ Amen I'