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That Piet Müller?

You fucking pussy.

- How's it? - Oh, Dirk.

Ay-yi-yi-yi-yi. Just look what they done to you, eh?

- - I thought you'd retired, man.

Hey, Jaco.

Unlock the man.

Nah, I left the police about six years ago.

Took a package.

I run a small security firm here in Smits.

Here.

What's that?

Chicken for you.

Nice isn't it?

What do you want, Piet?

I lead a quiet life now.

Keep my head down.

And suddenly I discover

the Truth and Reconciliation Commissioner

right here on my doorstep

with you as their star, too.

It's a family, Piet.

A family amnesty.

That business with Alex Mpondo, you remember '86?

That was 14 years ago.

And some things you don't forget.

Bullshit.

What needs to be forgotten, you forget.

I need this amnesty, Peter.

Yeah.

You know, if I remember correctly,

you were never even charged.

Uh-uh.

So why claim amnesty for something

you're not even accused of?

Yeah, I'm serving 18 years in prison for killing [indistinct].

Yeah, so?

So I want to get out, man!

I tried amnesty but they won't give it to me...

unless I claim for everything else as well.

So that's why I'm here, man, come clean.

Just as long as you keep me out of it,

that's all that concerns me.

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He has come back!

Alex Mpondo! Good work!

Alex Mpondo!

My brother!

I never thought you'd show your face in this place again.

How's that?

Here, man, is this how they dress in Pretoria?

I thought everyone had forgotten me.

There might have come a time when you wish they had.

Auntie!

Alex, my brother's child. Welcome Home.

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Hi.

How's it?

I'm Sarah.

I grew up in this house.

I wondered if I could take a look around.

My husband's not here, so I can't let you inside,

but, um...

you're welcome to look around the garden if you like.

Thank you.

Ach, don't mind the dogs.

No, no, no, they won't bite.

Stay!

The old fence is gone.

Yeah, it's the first thing we replaced.

- You know, full of holes. -

What kind of dogs did you have?

Didn't have dogs or a gun.

Or a man, come to think of it.

Just me and my ma.

If you ask me that's asking for trouble, eh?

Well.

I guess we didn't know any better.

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They're still here.

Johnny Nyonaso, my first boyfriend.

You're the Barcant girl, aren't you?

Yes.

You have quite a reputation, you know that?

Running around with the kids from the township.

What is wrong with the white boys?

Nothing.

It's just that I never found one that turned me on.

So what do you do now?

I'm a lawyer.

My client, Dirk Hendricks,

is here to plead his case for amnesty

before the Truth and Reconciliation Commission.

He freely admits that in this police station

between the fifth and the 31st of May, 1986,

he did brutally interrogate Mr. Alex Mpondo.

He understands the need for a full and frank disclosure.

In fact, my client is very sorry

for any harm inflicted upon Mr. Mpondo

and sincerely apologizes for the wrong done to him.

Any questions?

You know Mr. Mpondo is here to oppose Hendricks's claim?

My client hopes that in the spirit of the commission

Mr. Mpondo will find it in his heart to forgive him.

Will he shed any light on Sizela's disappearance?

What happened to Steve Sizela?

What about Steve Sizela?

- Sarah. - Don't get up.

- What took you so long? - I came as fast as I could.

- The top's down. - Yeah.

Don't tell me you drove from the airport

with the top down.

- All the way. - Across the Karoo?

Are you mad?

Ben, I'm here one minute

and you're talking to me like a teenager.

All I want to say, my nephew, is...

here is the goat with which

I welcome you back home.

Praise the ancestors.

We will send the soul of the goat...

to report to your ancestors...

that the beautiful Mpondomise has returned home unharmed.

...even though the beautiful Mpondomise has returned

he has forgotten how to speak his language in the proper way.

Please forgive him.

He has been gone a long time.

Thank you, Aunt.

It gives me pleasure to see...

that I am still remembered as a son of this soil.

Ahh.

So how long are you staying?

Till the end of the hearing.

And then?

Back to court in New York.

New York.

So you're in America now?

Yes, I am.

So let me tell you about the hearing.

I read the statements.

I couldn't believe it was Hendricks.

When I first asked Alex to come back here,

he didn't want to go through all this,

but he had a friend, Steve Sizela,

who was arrested alongside of him.

He was never seen again.

I was Alex and Steve's lawyer at the time.

That's Steve.

He's the reason why Alex agreed to come back.

It's been 14 years now and James, Steve's father,

is desperate to find him.

I want you to put pressure on Hendricks

to explain what happened to Steve.

There's a dozen lawyers in Cape Town

who could've done this for you.

Yes.

I wanted you...to come back.

Your favorite.

Mm. Great, thanks.

I get the feeling Ben would fight this case if he could.

How is he?

Not well.

I try not to think too far ahead.

The people of this town are proud of you.

You gave nothing to those Boar police.

Make sure they are locked away.

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Mr. Mpondo?

Who's this?

Sarah Barcant, your lawyer, uh,

Ben gave me your number.

I've just checked into the hotel.

Welcome to Smitsrivier.

Thank you.

Well, welcome back.

Uh...

can we meet tomorrow?

I know it's Sunday, but...

Eight o'clock at the pool,

you remember where that is.

- - Yes.

Will you come with me to see James Sizela

tomorrow afternoon, Steven's father, the headmaster?

Yes.

- Good. -

- Bye.

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Welcome back.

You recognize me?

Mr. Müller.

Hm.

You're all grown up, eh?

You just couldn't stay away from us.

You had to come back, huh?

Miss Barcant, come join the party.

No, thank you, I have work to do.

Yes, you got work to do.

That's the Barcant girl.

- - Hi, I'm Sarah.

Mr. Mpondo, can I talk to you now?

Of course.

Mr. Mpondo, what exactly are you looking

to get out of this hearing?

What I'm looking for, Miss Barcant,

is to find out what happened to Steven Sizela

and to block the amnesty of a sadistic bastard.

According to this, you were arrested in

uh, on May fifth, 1986,

along with your friend, Steven.

- Yes. - And taken to

the Smitsrivier police station

where you were beaten and tortured for 28 days.

31, beaten for three, tortured for 28.

And you held out all that time?

Any implication that I did not

must be slapped down immediately, Miss Barcant.

I understand,

but there are parts that don't sound accurate.

For instance, the cells had dirt floors.

That's not true, they're made of stone in Smits.

How would you know?

Because I spent a night in one of them

and the floor was the coldest I ever slept on.

You were in those cells?

What for?

It's not important.

Then this fire, did you see a fire while you were in jail?

I didn't see it but I heard it and I smelled it.

Well, there's no record of a fire in Smitsrivier,

not in 1986.

Well, I must have got it wrong.

Gotta get it all down accurately.

The more holes there are in your evidence,

the harder it will be for us to prove that he's lying

about what he did to you and what he knows about Steven.

It's just too easy to shoot down.

Do you think they can shoot this down?

Scars apart, you're in good shape.

True, it's up here that's not healed.

Tell me, why were you trying to take the desk?

You were going to sell the desk for firewood, weren't you?

Was Mandela a desk burner?

This is Steve?

Yeah. That's Sizwe.

Steve.

That's the last picture of him ever taken.

He was just 18.

That picture helps drive out my last sight of him.

The sight of him laying on the ground as they kicked him.

They did that in front of you?

A mother should not outlive her children.

They chop up their desks

because they are too lazy to find firewood.

Well teacher, what are you going to do?

I cannot expel it thanks to our new laws.

If you want to be useful in Pretoria, find us more desks.

Well, shall we start?

Teacher, this is Sarah Barcant.

Ben Hoffman's protégé , now a hot shot in New York.

- A lawyer? - Yes, like Ben.

A criminal lawyer, straight from the DA's office.

Ben brought her here specifically to deal with Hendricks.

Hendricks is not the problem here.

Hendricks is the problem.

He'll run rings around us unless we take him seriously.

Oh no, you wouldn't know, I suppose.

So who do you think is the problem, Mr. Sizela?

Piet Müller.

He was captain of the security police here

when Steve was detained.

There must be entries in the station log.

The docket is missing.

What about witnesses?

There were two officers,

but they've gone to ground.

Miss Barcant, will you make an application

to represent our son's interests?

Of course.

Miss Barcant, we would like to find our son.

I understand.

You get to the truth...

and let Almighty God take care of the reconciliation.

So you're the desk burner.

He's going to expel me.

No, he won't.

How can you stop him?

Because I am Alex Mpondo.

I'm the big cheese from Pretoria.

Well, my uncle says you're all hat, but no cattle.

Who is your uncle?

Oscar Dumasi, he fought in the war.

People who fought in the struggle...

don't talk about it.

Can I wash your car?

Of course you can wash my car, my boy,

as long as you promise not to set it on fire.

Wait for me at my aunt's house.

James thinks that I recruited Steve,

took him away from his status

and was responsible for what happened to him.

I came back here to help him find his son and bury him,

but he takes my participation as an indication of guilt.

That's gratitude for you.

The Almighty will have to take care of the reconciliation,

Miss Barcant, because James Sizela

is an unforgiving old bastard.

What about you?

If Hendricks comes clean can you forgive him?

He won't... so the question will not arise.

Is there anything you remember

that links Hendricks to Steve's disappearance?

Anything that I could put in my application?

Nothing.

Here's a copy of Hendricks's statement for you to read.

I'll see you tomorrow morning, eight o'clock at the hotel.

You still haven't told me why they put you in jail.

Good morning.

Morning.

I've been reading Hendricks's statement.

I see he didn't put you off you food.

- Did you read it? - No.

You didn't read it?

I know what's in it, I don't need to read it.

I can't believe it, will you read it?

Did you read this when you read it?

Alex, why am I here?

Because of James Sizela, a man who does not like me.

Then don't think of him, think of his son.

Not a day goes past when I don't.

Have some coffee.

Andre, a cup of coffee, please.

So I found out why you were in jail.

You were dating a black man.

Johnny Nyonaso.

Yeah.

Do you know what happened to him?

No.

Um, you know, you're gonna have to cross examine Hendricks.

Crosse examine him?

Yeah.

Miss Barcant, all this was a long time ago.

I was at times drugged, I was brutally beaten.

My recollection is at best hazy.

At worst...

Well, shall we go?

Today the Truth and Reconciliation Commission

is in Smitsrivier with only one case to hear.

It concerns the interrogation, 14 years ago, of Alex Mpondo

by Dirk Hendricks, one of the old regime's

most notorious policemen.

Those expecting Hendricks to be punished for his crimes

may get a surprise.

The TRC procedures are totally different

from a conventional court.

Unlike in a criminal trial,

if the commission believes that Hendricks

is telling the whole truth about torturing Mpondo,

he can never be charged.

The community is hoping that the truth

will include the answers to Steve Sizela's disappearance.

And it is expected that this disappearance

would be raised in the hearing today.

We are here to support Dirk Hendricks.

I want to read you an excerpt from Psalm 91.

"He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High

Shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.

For surely he will deliver you from the snare of the fowler

and from the perilous pestilence.

He shall cover you with his feathers

and under his wings, you shall take refuge."

I want you to close your eyes,

take no notice of what is happening behind us

and pray with me.

Father, today we stand before you.

We place Dirk Hendricks in your care

Father...

this burden placed upon him is unwanted.

This assault on our people,

we believe it is unjust.

Father, we ignore the black threat

we do not recognize this illegitimate government...

Alex.

Lock him up and throw away the key, comrade.

Good morning, I'm Nonthuthuzelo.

I'm here to comfort you.

- - Order, order, thank you.

Good morning.

Please.

Mr. Hendricks, do you swear to tell the truth,

the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help you God?

I do, I do.

Mr. Bester, you may proceed.

Thank you, Mr. Chairman.

Mr. Hendricks, you were at one time a member

of the security forces till you were convicted in 1992

for the murder of Mr. while he was in custody?

Correct.

Your part in Mr. death

is the subject of another amnesty application

that will be dealt with at a separate hearing?

That's correct, Mr. Chairman.

Mr. Hendricks, can you tell us why you chose

to put in this application for amnesty

considering that Mr. Mpondo

has never threatened to charge you.

Because this is the Truth Commission

and I must tell the truth.

In 1996, you were posted to the Smitsrivier police unit

under the command of Captain...

Müller.

Mm.

Can you describe the situation at that time?

Chaos.

And what do you consider to be the main problem?

The shortage of information.

- Information. - Yeah.

In May, you arrested Mr. Alex Mpondo.

- On the fifth. - Mr. Chairman.

And held him for 28 days.

- 31. - 31.

- Mm. - Mr. Chairman.

Miss Barcant.

Mr. Hendricks, were you aware that Mr. Steven Sizela

was picked up alongside Mr. Mpondo?

Yes.

And three days later was allegedly turned loose,

he's not been seen since.

Mr. Chairman, with the best will in the world,

this hearing cannot pursue avenues

which are not germane to this claim.

Mr. Chairman,

I'd like to draw the committee's attention

to the fact that I have been asked to act

for Mr. and Mrs. Sizela

in the matter of their son's disappearance.

Given that Mr. Hendricks's last statement

covers the period during which Steven Sizela was last seen,

I would like to submit that even if Mr. Hendricks

did not interrogate Mr. Steven Sizela,

he would have worked closely with whoever it was that did.

There is hope.

We will look into application, Miss Barcant,

but for the moment, could you please confine the questions

to the arrest of Mr. Mpondo?

Thank you, Mr. Chairman.

Good start.

Mr. Bester, would you continue?

Yes, thank you, Mr. Chairman.

- Mr. Hendricks-- - Excuse me,

but where are the exhibits?

I asked that objects similar to the ones

used on Alex Mpondo be brought here.

They're, um, they're on their way from the police station.

Did you say these objects

are still held at the police station?

Yes, it would appear so, Mr. Chairman.

Not, I hope, still in use.

No, no, no, no.

Uh, while we're waiting,

can we get some more background information on the victim?

Mr. Bester, I'm not a victim.

Well, that is the legal term, Mr. Chairman.

Don't refer to him as a victim

if he doesn't like that word.

Well, what should I call him?

Mr. Mpondo.

Mr. Hendricks, what led you to arrest Mr. Mpondo?

I had information that he was involved

in the transportation of MK terrorist weapons from up north.

I got a tip-off that he was in the area.

So we picked him up.

So how did you set about

accessing information from Mr. Mpondo?

By beating him.

You should die in jail, you dog.

Quiet, quiet.

Severely?

-

For the record, that's a yes.

I...I got a sense that he... that he was holding back.

So you had to put more pressure on him?

We decided to break him.

And, uh, how did you go about this?

The prisoner would be brought into my office.

We would have a conversation.

-

And...if that proved unsuccessful...

...then he would be forced--

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...over the table or

suspended between the desks.

And beaten again?

Yeah.

For how long?

An hour or so, I had a clock.

Then you would question him again.

No, he'd be in no state to talk.

He would be sent back to his cell

and I would send for him the following night.

But Mr. Mpondo, he held out.

At which point you introduced the bag?

That is correct.

We know what you mean by the bag, Mr. Hendricks,

but for the benefit of those that don't, could you explain?

It is a canvas bag, it's standard issue at all stations.

As an instrument of torture?

No, Mr. Chairman, it's used for carrying

ledgers and log books.

Okay.

Are you sure you're okay?

I can request a break.

I'm okay.

The suspect would be forced to the ground.

And I would pull a wet bag very tightly over his head.

- - Okay. Huh?

They say that it gives a sense of drowning.

Which is why I would use the clock again.

To make sure that that didn't happen.

But a suspect can recover quite quickly.

Okay, are you waking up now?

So you're able to do resume almost immediately.

Start talking about all your mates.

And if that proves unsuccessful,

...it can be repeated again and again.

Yes, but in the end,

did the use of the bag get you what you needed?

He told me what I wanted to know

about where the arms and ammunition were stored.

- - It is in Mr. Hendricks--

It is in Mr. Hendricks's interests--

Quiet, quiet!

...to claim that his interrogation of Alex Mpondo

yielded material results, otherwise,

what would justify the long and brutal treatment

to which my client was subjected?

Miss Barcant, will you please keep your composure.

Mr. Chairman, my client will refute these allegations

when he comes to testify.

Mr. Bester, would you continue please?

- Mr. Hendricks? - Mm.

Are you married?

For the record, please.

I'm divorced.

Children?

Yanni is 16 and Elise is 12.

- Where are they now? - Overseas.

My wife, she left me.

She said it wasn't easy living with somebody like me.

- Because of the danger? - The fear.

We live behind the wire.

My son needed a guard to go to school.

Did you suffer psychologically?

I've--I've had nightmares.

And the doctor said that I had suffered from PTSD.

Post-traumatic stress disorder?

Yes.

What are the symptoms?

Nightmares.

Alex.

Miss Barcant, is your client unwell?

No, Mr. Chairman, just overcome by nausea

having listened to claims of victimhood

from a self-proclaimed torturer

who feels he deserves our sympathy.

As it happens, Mr. Chairman,

I have you a list of symptoms characteristic of PTSD.

Hyper-arousal, bouts of inexplicable anger.

Bring on the violins, Mr. Bester.

Ben wants to see you.

I cannot sit there listening to him talk

about how much he suffered and his bloody PTSD.

Listen, Alex, I've known you for a long time.

We've struggled too hard and waited too long

for an opportunity like this.

Look, man, I came back here to find Steve,

but this price,

it's too high.

If Hendricks's version of the truth takes hold

then that's the end for me in politics, I'm finished.

You heard what he said.

That I broke.

Is there anything you need to tell me about what happened

that you didn't tell me at the time?

No.

I don't know.

I just cannot afford to go down that line.

Are you okay?

- Yes, you? - Yes.

- Shall we go back? - Not today.

Why not?

I'm going to look for something.

If I could find it,

it'll prove I didn't break under torture.

You have to go back to the hearing.

I'll see you tomorrow.

What would you like me to tell the chairman?

Tell him I'm suffering

from post-traumatic stress disorder.

Now with reference to your application

to represent Mr. Steve Sizela,

we have come to a judgment which is that

although Steve Sizela was last sighted

at the police station,

you have supplied no direct evidence

which links Mr. Hendricks to Steve's disappearance.

We therefore rule that you will not be permitted

to cross-examine Mr. Hendricks...

What is he talking about?

We want the whole truth!

Order, order!

Order, order please.

Mr. Hendricks, we suggest that you meet with Miss Barcant

with a view to helping her find the answers

that Mr. and Mrs. Sizela are looking for

regarding their son.

Mr. Hendricks will meet with Miss Barcant.

10 minutes.

Do you remember the first time I met you, Sarah?

We picked you up belly-dancing with the natives on [indistinct].

You must've been, uh... about 16?

And drunk.

You don't recall that occasion?

I recall the stone floor of the cell you threw me in.

Only until that lefty lawyer, Ben Hoffman, bailed you out.

You were actually lucky to get off there

with a suspended sentence.

Yeah, but my mother wasn't so lucky.

Allowing you to consort with people of other races, eh?

She knew it was illegal.

We're not here to discuss my past, Mr. Hendricks.

You were a wild kid, huh?

I must admit, I never kind of pictured you then

as lawyer material.

Yes, well, it was that experience

that made me the lawyer I now am.

Steven Sizela, do you remember him?

kid, the son of a schoolmaster.

Plus he consorted with Mpondo,

whom we'd already marked as ANC.

We were picking them up together.

We were hoping that they'd denounce each other.

We couldn't break that Sizela.

But when we bought them face-to-face,

Alex Mpondo identified Steve Sizela as a comrade.

Now, if you persist in pursuing this business

with Steve Sizela I'm gonna bring that out in court.

Okay?

What condition was his comrade in

during this confrontation?

Miss Barcant,

I do not want to be held responsible

for destroying Mr. Alex Mpondo's political career.

Now, what I said in court was the tip of the iceberg, eh?

Because that boy didn't just break

he split open like a watermelon.

He told us every single thing that we wanted to know, okay?

Okay.

What?

Can I be frank with you, Dirk?

Yeah.

Okay, well, the reason Alex is opposing your amnesty

is to find out what happened to Steve.

If you could help us in this regard,

I will urge my client to drop his objections to your claim.

Earlier, you used the word we.

Was Müller responsible for Steve's interrogation?

Oh.

I remind you that for amnesty there must be full disclosure.

Full disclosure will ruin your client, Miss Barcant.

Can I refer you to Alex's statement?

Listen, it's full of the discontinuity

that you'd find in the victim of a car accident.

He describes a tap in the corridor, there is no tap.

A door that leads out into a fire, there is no door.

He talks about an office with a dirt floor.

As you can see Miss Barcant, this floor's made of stone.

As I said, under stress

events can be distorted.

Even imagined.

Okay?

You don't have any regrets, do you?

Sarah, it was a war and I won.

End of.

- Ben? -

- Are you okay? - Oh, yeah. Yes, yes.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

Kids reacting to what they heard in court today.

This is special.

Layed down the year you left for New York.

It's a bit past its prime now, but who cares?

You're home.

Is your mother still in Australia?

Byron Bay. And she's married again.

She has a whole new life now.

- So you are in touch? - In a way.

So how is New York?

Great.

Don't look at me like that.

It's not that I've sold out.

I'm doing good work.

It's just that I'm not doing it here

with the Truth Commission that gets you.

This country, your country is coming apart

and the Truth and Reconciliation Commission

is helping to hold it together.

It seeks forgiveness, not retaliation.

It's extraordinary--

Perhaps I don't have the faith in it that you have.

So how did it go with Hendricks?

He said that Alex denounced Steve.

The message was clear,

stop pursuing the Steve Sizela business

or else Alex gets it.

Ahh, it won't work.

Tell Alex tomorrow exactly what Dirk said.

I know how he'll react.

Don't be so sure.

I think Alex is a lot more damaged

than you led me to believe.

You'll have to come out with a statement

before Hendricks does.

Well, that could damage him politically.

He doesn't have an option, Sarah.

Because it will come out anyway.

These things always do.

Hey, who are you running away from?

- It's okay. - Let me go.

Are you running away from a black man, eh?

You fly back here with your big ideas

wanting to punish the people who protect you

but late at night when you're all alone,

you won't be scared of us, will you? Huh?

No, you'll be scared of them.

The same people you've come back here to defend.

Now we'll protect you from them now,

just like we protected you from them then.

We'll get one of my guys to walk you back to the hotel.

It's only one block, I'll be fine.

Come on, let's go get them.

-

Good morning.

- Good morning. - Sleep well?

Fine, you?

This is the tin that Steve and I used

to pass messages to each other.

Did you open it, what's in it?

It's the rusted shut,

I'm, uh, I'm treating it with oil.

What about a can opener?

This contains Steve's last letter.

We have the hearing in half an hour.

We need to know what's in it.

Even if this is never opened,

this proves that the security forces never found it.

Which means that neither Steve nor I told them,

which means we held out.

It means we held out.

What do you think is in it?

- A list maybe. - Names?

New recruits from the township.

What you're saying contradicts

what Hendricks said to me yesterday.

He said that you broke.

That you told him everything he wanted to know.

This proves he's a liar.

He also said that you and Steve were brought face to face.

Were you?

Yes.

And that you denounced Steve.

Did you?

I just wanted it to end.

Hendricks thinks this is his trump card.

He said if we continue to pursue him about Steve

he'll reveal that you betrayed him

and that will be the end of your political career.

But it's the only way to place Hendricks

in the same room as Steve.

I'm getting movement here.

Can I give you some advice?

Beat him to it, get it out before he does.

You see...

I didn't need a can opener.

I heard about it.

Was anyone hurt?

It was just a riot.

He's brought his own lunch, eh?

Good morning.

Miss Barcant, do you intend to open for Mr. Mpondo?

Yes, Mr. Chairman.

You are Alex Mpondo, member of Parliament

and council member of the ANC?

Yes.

You heard what Mr. Hendricks has to say

in respect of his application and you oppose it, why?

I thought he might lie.

And has he?

He has stated in this hearing

that under questioning, I gave him information

and Mr. Chairman, he has stated in private

to my advocate, Miss Barcant,

that I in fact broke and told him everything

that he needed to know.

But you did, Alex.

So what about this tin?

It belonged to Steven's father.

Perhaps he recognizes it.

Show it to the Sizelas please.

- - I don't know.

Steve would put notes for me inside and hide it.

Only the two of us knew where that place was.

I did not go looking for it until yesterday

but when I did... it was still there.

- And did you open it? - Yes.

What was inside?

A list of volunteers for the township unit.

Can I have a look at it, please?

We had lost a lot of people.

Mainly due to the activities of Mr. Hendricks and the like.

At the time we... we needed new recruits urgent--

Excuse me, Mr. Chairman,

but what is the significance of this?

All it does is confirm two things.

One, that Mr. Mpondo was indeed holding back.

And two, confirms my client's suspicions

that Mr. Mpondo was a key figure in the local resistance.

Mr. Mpondo?

Mr. Hendricks has lied to this commission.

He has stated that under questioning,

I broke and I told him

everything that he needed to know.

Then why did he not know about this list?

Why did he not retrieve it

and arrest and continue to brutally interrogate

the people that are on it?

It is indeed a list.

Xolani Finca.

Yes, I'm present.

Toto Zamdela.

I'm present, your honor.

Yandlisa Bodloza.

Killed in action.

Oscar Dumasi.

Yes, that's me.

Zach Hosea.

He's my father, still in Zimbabwe.

John Nyonaso.

Johnny? John Nyonaso?

He died in jail.

Ezekiel Majola.

Uh, present.

James Bonga.

Present.

That's me.

Leesham Hajee.

That's me.

Did you know of the existence of this, Mr. Hendricks?

I did not know about the existence of this list.

Thank you. Mr. Mpondo.

You done good, eh?

I have...just...one more thing

that I would like to state for the record.

On the fourth day of my interrogation,

Steven Sizela

was brought into Hendricks's office

and I was asked

to identify him

as a member of uMkhonto we Sizwe,

the military wing of the African National Congress.

Which you did.

You pointed your finger at Steven.

You identified him as a-- as a comrade.

And that...sealed his fate?

Yes.

Please calm down.

What did I tell you?

We're gonna take a break.

I've never seen anyone shoot himself in the foot like that.

How long have I been telling you he's a traitor?

He's a government fool now.

Do you remember what we used to do to traitors in our time?

There's a traitor here! He must die!

I hope the old man is satisfied because that cost me.

Are you okay?

I'm sorry.

About what?

Johnny Nyonaso.

Thank you.

Time to go.

Yeah, when we get back in there,

focus on Steve's physical state.

I take it he was in a bad way?

Just keep jabbing at that, like a boxer.

Mpondo, you traitor!

Mr. Chairman, with your permission,

we'd like to continue the cross- examination of Mr. Hendricks.

How long will this take, Miss Barcant?

I promise it will take less than the 31 days

Mr. Hendricks lavished on my client, sir.

Go ahead, please.

On the fourth day you brought me and Steve face-to-face.

Can you recollect the condition he was in

when he was brought into your office?

No, I don't remember.

Well, was he standing up or what?

Uh, my recollection's very hazy.

Let me help you.

He lay on the ground.

Just inside the door.

Staring out of one eye.

It was difficult to see the other

because that part of his head had been so bashed about.

You cannot recall this?

I can't recall the detail.

Did it concern you... seeing him like that?

I don't remember being overly concerned, no.

You complained...

What a big mess.

...about the bleeding on your floor.

You called for a broom to sweep up the dirt.

You took a bucket of water

and you threw it over him.

Then you decided to go back into the corridor

and fill it again.

You cannot recall this?

It's possible that during this time the room was cleaned,

the floor was swept,

and the bucket was refilled from the corridor.

I like to keep my place tidy.

Let's me ask you again.

What condition...was Steve in

when he was brought into your office?

Mr. Chairman I object to--

No, Mr. Bester, I allow it.

Mr. Hendricks, please.

All I remember is that you raised your arm

and you identified him.

Mr. Hendricks,

I was in no state

to raise a finger.

- You raised your-- - You raise my arm

and pointed it at him.

And then someone said, "For God's sake, identify him."

That person is in the hall today.

Perhaps you could raise your arm

and point him out--

Mr. Chairman, I object.

...to us.

I don't understand.

I'm asking you to ID the man

who brought Steve into your office.

Do you want me to do it for you?

That's him!

Isn't it?

This is atrocious, he is a--

Order!

Quiet please!

Quiet! [speaking in foreign language] Order!

I apologize, Mr. Chairman,

for my client losing his composure.

Apologies accepted, Miss Barcant.

Let's adjourn for lunch so that we can all

regain our composure.

I had no memory of Müller bringing Steve in

until just now.

What the fuck does Hendricks think he's doing?

I don't know.

He's your client, Mannie, you ask him.

You want me to try to persuade him to withdraw his claim?

It's too late for that now, you asshole.

We just remind him who saw Sizela alive last.

Just remind him.

Well, can you explain why Mr. Sizela,

having been positively identified as a member

of MK by my client, was released from custody?

That decision was not made by me.

By Mr. Müller perhaps?

A superior officer.

Who then informed Mr. Müller

that Steven Sizela had been identified as a member of MK?

Mr. Hendricks, I do not need to remind you

of the terms for amnesty, full disclosure.

Mr. Hendricks.

Captain Müller was there when the identification was made.

You say Mr. Müller was there

when the identification took place, where was there?

Where did the identification take place?

In my office.

Mr. Hendricks, you acknowledged that water

was carried in from the corridor.

Yes.

And that your dirt floor had been swept.

Yes.

The Smitsrivier police station

doesn't have a tap in the corridor.

Your office doesn't have a dirt floor, does it?

No.

So where did the identification take place?

Let me put it another way, it didn't take place

at the Smitsrivier police station, did it?

No.

For the record, that nod's a no.

So where?

There was a farm.

About, uh...

10 K on the N-17, about two kicks off [indistinct].

Does it have a name?

Ryder Farm.

How was Mr. Mpondo taken there?

In the boot of my car.

- Drugged? - On occasion.

Why did you not mention this before, Mr. Hendricks?

I apologize, Mr. Chairman.

What was the purpose of the farm?

We need to hold suspects in peace and quiet

away from the traipsing in and out of...

So in the case of a suspect

who was unfit to be returned to his relatives,

what would you do?

In the case of Steven Sizela, what did you do?

Mr. Hendricks, you confirmed

that Mr. Mpondo's identification of Steven Sizela

sealed Steve's fate.

What was his fate?

I had nothing to do with the disappearance

of that Sizela boy, do you understand that?

We understand that, Mr. Hendricks.

But if he died in custody somebody would have buried him.

On the farm?

Where on the farm?

Well how must I know?

That's it.

The truth will come out.

Thank you, Mr. Chairman, no further questions.

10 o'clock tomorrow morning at the farm.

I need to go to the farm.

- We'll drive up. - Tonight.

Meet me at my aunt's place.

Hey boy, you didn't think I was going to throw it away.

Thanks for the new shirt

but my uncle said I should give it back.

Why?

He says you are a disgrace to the ANC.

Then let's go and speak to your uncle.

What's going on, where are you going?

What's happening?

Alex Mpondo is going to fight my uncle.

Did anyone invite you?

What have you been telling this boy?

That we don't need a traitor bribing our kids with t-shirts.

Look here,

Your name was on that list...

you, Zach, Ezekiel.

That was just a piece of paper.

I was tortured for 28 days

to reveal that information.

And we told them nothing.

Together we saved your worthless skin!

Calm down! Calm down!

You want to know what it was like?

Calm down!

Come, he's drowning my uncle.

You could have killed him.

Yeah?

Well maybe I should have used the clock!

Leave me alone!

One thing you didn't know.

I became the torturer a long time ago.

Get your tongue ready to wag boy, huh?

Is this it?

Yeah, this is it.

You shit!

You're wasting our time. Who is this person?

You know this person.

You'll never get out of this fucking place.

Who is this person?

Mpondo, you heard the captain.

Sizela is your comrade?

Your comrade is a member of MK, isn't he?

Okay, you got your ID.

Now get this fucking floppy out of here.

He's yours, you signed for him, Piet.

My boys are fighting fire out there.

There's no time, Dirk.

You've broken his bloody neck, Piet.

Yeah, well, you know what to do.

Fuck.

You're always pushing it, Piet.

Always gotta clean up for you, eh?

Not for long.

Say goodbye, Alex. Eh?

You made a big mess, eh?

See you later, Alex, no bag tonight.

Had a good day today.

All of these years, I thought I'd killed him,

but he was as good as dead already.

I remember the last time I saw him.

He was being dragged away.

He gave me a look.

Sometimes he seems to be accusing me,

other times, he's saying, hey bro,

we made it.

We held out longer than we could've imagined.

The boys would have been proud.

Did I release him from his pain

or was I just trying to end mine?

What are you doing here, huh?

What are you doing here?

I'm still in the security business.

Saw your lights from the tower.

I protect this property so I came to check on the premises.

We don't want anyone tampering with evidence, now do we?

No need for concern, Mr. Müller.

We'll be here till dawn.

Still making it with the black boys, eh, Miss Barcant?

Yeah.

Is Steve buried here?

Piet!

There is no way, Mr. Mpondo,

that you will ever connect me to that boy.

He was still alive when I left him with Hendricks.

Did you know Müller from before?

He was the one, along with Hendricks,

who arrested me because of Johnny.

I didn't know it was them.

I was only 16.

Thanks to Ben, I got off on a suspended sentence.

Johnny got nine months.

And that's what they call the equitable law

in South Africa.

The judge felt my mother was at fault,

allowing me to consort with black kids

so she lost custody.

She couldn't handle being ostracized so she went away.

I hated this country.

I went to live with Ben and I got out as soon as I could.

You never wanted to come back.

No.

Not till now, perhaps.

Ground seems to be too hard here.

You know, I've spent years

praying to God we would find him

but right now I'm hoping he's not here.

just take a smoke break there, eh?

Where did you bury him?

I know you might not believe this,

but I saved your life, man.

That's a fact.

If I hadn't held you back you'd have gone the same way

of Steve Sizela and nobody would've given a shit.

But by holding onto you, Alex,

I saved your life, man.

You got to live.

You killed more people than me, man.

And you will also apply for amnesty for what you did, Alex?

By rights...

you should be buried in that field, not Steve.

Alex? Eh?

I'm gonna say this to you,

I did nobody off because of what I did to you.

I buried him...

about five meters from the sheep pen

on the lawn to the house.

I'm sorry.

So fucking sorry.

There we go, that's it.

- There we go. -

What is it, boy? Find something?

All right, okay.

And this is a police docket.

The top page records the arrest of Steve Sizela.

Does it name the case officer?

Yes, sir.

Piet Müller.

It's my child.

My God, what have I done to deserve this?

Who would go to the length

of burying a piece of evidence like this

besides the body of a murdered man?

Piet.

Yeah, Christian?

I have a warrant for your arrest.

-

It's okay, it's okay.

But Piet, what's going on?

- Christian? - Sorry, Marie.

Mr. Chairman, in light of recent events

my client would like to withdraw his objection

to Mr. Hendricks' claim for amnesty.

He feels his concerns

have been taken into account and aired.

He does not want to continue.

Thank you, Miss Barcant.

Mr. Hendricks, we've heard your claim for amnesty

with respect to the interrogation of Mr. Alex Mpondo.

Your claim for amnesty...

will be allowed.

Yes.

That's it.

Thank you, Alex.

Piet Müller,

you are hereby charged with the murder of Steven Sizela

at Ryder's Farm on or about the eighth of May, 1986.

How do you plead?

Not guilty.

Your Honor, before we go any further,

I would like it known that my client

will be applying for amnesty--

Going already?

Yeah.

Will you be coming back?

I'll see you again, Opie.

Not for me, for Müller.

So he can get off the hook like Hendricks?

He should be doing another 18 years,

not picking up amnesties like air miles.

You still don't get it, do you?

I'm not letting you go

if you don't understand what's happening here.

It's not about putting bad guys away.

It's about bringing communities together.

We've just got a small window of opportunity

to open up the past before all these memories

get set in stone.

So Hendricks gets his freedom, so what?

And the Sizelas?

Do you think they'll ever be able to get over their anger?

Or Alex, his trauma and the damage to his reputation?

How do you ever restore what they've lost

and what you've lost, Sarah?

Will punishing Hendricks really bring that back?

Let them carry their own load.

You have to deal with your anger

and escaping to live in New York

Is not the answer.

I can only beg your forgiveness...

for what I have done.

I regarded Steve as a brother.

Teacher...

forgive.

Let me just say something.

We only found Steve's remains because of Alex.

So we should indeed be grateful to him.

Forgiveness is great.

Yes, it's great.

Steve. Alex.

Come here, my child.

Thank you, Mama.

Go well, my child.

Goodbye.

Hey, boy.

I was just coming to find you.

Looks like I found you first.

Well, I... I just wanted to thank you.

- For what? - For ruining my life.

Are you coming back for Müller?

Are you?

Look, this country is changing

and you should be part of it.

I always felt what happened to me was such a small thing

compared to what happened to you, but...

You think I don't know that?

We have the right... to say that it hurt.