All language subtitles for Madiba 1x02 - Part 2_ Spear of the Nation and Total Strategy (English)

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The African National Congress
needs educated people.

Where do I sign up?

Arrest the leaders. All of them.

We need a voice that can speak
from the safety of another country.

We have a warrant for your arrest.

- In this charter...
- Is the use of violence

a tactic employed by your organization?

Violence would be almost suicidal.

Those people were shot
in the back as they ran.

It was murder.

Somebody shot Verwoerd.

Both bullets missed the
brain... unsurprisingly.

Thembe, one day we'll be father and son,

united in the struggle.

The judges find all the accused Not Guilty.

They could re-arrest you at any moment.

We need to move you.

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We have to move you!

If you struggle, you will be arrested.

If you stand your ground,
you will be arrested!

Nobody's gonna look for the Black
Pimpernel in this White suburb.

You'll be safe here.

Thank you, Wolfie.

Well, you must be exhausted.

I'll set up here on the couch.

You take my bed.

I am not going to take your bed.

- You're double my height.
- Exactly.

And you still wish to fight me about this?

I cannot keep going like this.

We cannot keep asking people to strike,

only to end up defenseless,
in front of a firing squad.

Eh?

Something has to change.

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- The man is charging around the country,

at will, organizing mass civil disturbance.

I promise, Prime Minister,
we're doing everything we can.

We have an army and we
still can't find him?

We are infiltrating the ANC, sir.

In fact, we're learning that their
old rivalry with the PAC has reignited.

With any luck, their infighting
should actually work in our favor.

Let me make it absolutely clear.

Mandela is attempting to
organize general strikes.

And if he succeeds, it
will cause our economy,

and confidence in our government,
a great deal of disturbance.

And whatever else he is doing,
he makes us look foolish.

Worse! He makes us look incompetent.

So, I guess we're in business.

Yeah, this Mandela's a slippery bastard.

He's a clever kaffir.

Never underestimate American Intelligence.

I will find your man.

Rest assured, we weren't followed.

Thank you, Cecil.

The strike has failed.

- Then we try again.
- We persist.

Giving up is exactly
what they want us to do.

No one is talking about giving up.

But our entire strategy
needs to be reformed.

But we've developed this
campaign very carefully.

We can't keep asking
people who are already poor

to stay away from work
while they grow poorer

and they see no progress.

We can't keep setting
them up to be arrested

or killed for their efforts.

Any action we undertake will
be met with overwhelming force.

What, exactly, are you suggesting then?

I need to speak with the press.

Uh...

There are many people who feel that, uh,

it is useless and futile
to continue to talk peace

and nonviolence against a
government whose only reply

is savage attacks against
unarmed, defenseless people.

If Prime Minister Verwoerd's
government does not give you

the kind of concessions that you want,

is there any likelihood that
the ANC would turn to violence?

I think the time has come for
us to consider whether or not

the methods we have
applied so far are adequate.

What the Africans want...

Did you know he was going to say that?

I didn't know he was going
to say that on camera.

We want political independence.

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Hello, Oliver.

How are you?

I am well.

And you?

Coping.

I cannot imagine this...

strain on you.

Thank you. I appreciate your concern.

But that's not what this
conversation is about.

So, you don't agree with me?

Whatever I may or may not think

about a violent campaign,
you decided unilaterally

to abandon the ANC's
principle all on your own.

I decided no such thing.

Nelson! You said...

What I said was a statement of fact.

There are people who fear...

Do not argue semantics with me.

You were not in a court of law.

You were talking to a
journalist, to the world,

to the people I am trying
to get support from.

And what they saw was one of
the leading voices of the ANC

abandoning, without consultation,

the principle of nonviolence,

to which the ANC has been
committed to for 40 years.

And now what I want to know is this:

what are we supposed to do to
stop the ANC from splintering,

from the crack you have initiated?

Chief Luthuli has summoned us.

I will convince them
that this is the only way.

I need your support, Oliver.

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- We've been fighting this for years. For years!

My commitment to nonviolence
from the ANC is unshakable.

The nonviolence that we
have advocated for years

demands moral courage.

You look to America at
this Martin Luther King

and his Freedom Riders.

They are pushing for change
right now, as we speak...

- with nonviolence.
- Yes.

But they are doing it with the support

of the American government,
because President Kennedy

threatened to send in federal troops.

That is not our situation.

Verwoerd is leading the violence here.

No, no, no.

I would plead with you all
not to embark on this course.

Violence begets violence.

You say that violence begets violence.

But in South Africa, so does nonviolence.

If we take up arms, we lose
all international support.

What support?

What has the so-called international
community ever done for us?

Give me one example. One.

Joe... Joe...

You have been upper Africa. You know.

Stop, stop, stop, everyone.

Let us try to remember that
we are on the same side.

What Nelson and I do
agree upon is, above all,

to win this war, we have to stay together.

I will believe in nonviolence to the end.

But we must take a collective vote.

And when we decide, we have to
find our way back to unity...

win or lose.

Before we vote,

I would like the chance
to clarify my position.

We all have the same goal:

a fully democratic,
multi-racial South Africa.

But to oppose the armed might
of the South African government

with passive resistance
requires a kind of sacrifice.

It requires a level of
courage that I no longer have.

The fact is if the ANC
believes in its vision,

it must be prepared to fight for it.

So, I propose the creation of
an entire new wing of the ANC,

which would operate independently,

yet remain under the authority of the ANC.

The purpose of this section would be

to meet the government's armed aggression

with a campaign of sabotage,

carefully avoiding injury, or loss of life,

selecting for its targets
government properties...

symbols of oppression, not people.

I assume you are talking
about a bombing campaign.

I don't want this any
more than any of you do.

If you can tell me there is
another way for us to fight

realistically against guns and
armies, I will listen to it.

How long before it explodes?

Ten, fifteen minutes.

The fuse is essentially acid
eating through cardboard.

Eish.

Looks like we can make a bomb.

With a very short fuse.

We need to do something about that.

Yeah.

So, how many would you need?

Ten? Twenty?

Sixty, ready, in position
across the country,

December 16th.

All in the same day?

- That river.
- Dingane's Day.

This year, I would like to commemorate

the Afrikaner victory over
the Zulus a little differently.

The locations are very clear.

We meet early in the morning,
when no one is around.

This is our first strike.

No mistakes, no casualties.

You hear the good news, boys?

Chief Lithuli has just been
awarded the Nobel Peace Prize.

That is wonderful.

It's wonderfully ironic when you consider

we're just about to
blow up half the country.

- We're moving you.
- Where?

The South African Communist Party's got
a new underground headquarters. A farm.

Will I get shot if I
don't finish my chores?

You'll get shot if you hang
around here much longer.

- Let's go.
- All right.

We had made the right choice.

But now we carried a heavy burden.

Violence has an extraordinary power.

It can effect great change.

But if you are not careful,

people, both guilty and innocent, will die.

"Submit or fight: these
are the only choices

"we have left in South Africa.

"We have sought to achieve
liberation without bloodshed,

"and hoped to bring the
government, and its supporters,

"to their senses before it was too late.

"For the sake of all of
the people of this country,

Black, Brown, White."

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Three more explosions,
sir, in Durban and Pretoria.

How many is that now?

Fifty-seven.

Sir?

"The ANC announces the
birth of uMkhonto we Sizwe,

"'the Spear of the Nation.'

"There comes a time in
the life of any nation

"when there remain only two options:

"to submit or to fight.

"We ask the government to
enter into negotiations with us

"to prevent South Africa descending
into a disastrous civil war."

Then war it is.

Mm...

I asked you here to say goodbye.

What do you mean?

I have to go abroad for a while.

We need arms, money, and training.

If we can build bombs from ballpoint pens,

imagine what we can do with funding

and the proper training, expertise.

How long are you going for?

I don't know.

I'm scared, Nelson.

What if they catch you?

What if something happens? What about me?

I am very good at looking after myself.

I will be okay.

And when will this hiding end?

When will it stop?

Years.

Okay, let me come with you.
I could bring the children.

You understand, this
is no life for children.

I am always on the move. Sometimes they...

And this is no life for me as well!

You're not the only one in this
family who believes in the struggle.

I want to fight, too.

You are doing that by
holding us all together.

I need you to do that, Zami.

Please, be strong.

I have so much faith in you.

Do you even know where you're going?

I wouldn't tell you, even if I knew.

I've always wanted to travel the continent.

One day we will, my love.

One day we will.

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- Nelson!
- Oliver!

Look at you.

How do you like Mandela
and Tambo's new offices?

Very nice. Can we afford it?

How are Winnie and the kids?

They are fine, they are fine.

How did it go in Tanzania?

I was advised to drop the armed struggle

and cooperate with the PAC.

You were expecting this.

Ah, the PAC got here before us.

They've been telling anyone who will listen

that we are a tribal clique riddled with
White communists and Indian pacifists.

They have positioned themselves

as the only true guardians

of Black Nationalism in South Africa.

How is the fundraising going?

It isn't coming.

As soon as we announced the armed struggle,

the commitment to funding
the ANC started evaporating.

When do I see the president?

He won't see you.

Eish...

Will he give us the money?

I am still working on it.

All the money in the world will not help us

if you do not teach us how to fight.

Why can't we just grab
him, stuff him in the car,

and say we took him on the
right side of the border?

No. This is not the place to do it.

We do this by the book.

We'll take him in South Africa.

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Can I get your papers?

Enjoy your day.

That was quite... nerve-racking.

We handled ourselves rather
well, don't you think, Nelson?

Very well. Thank you, Cecil.

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I have missed you all so much.

How are you feeling?

I am tired.

The last three weeks,

the police have searched the
house every single night...

just before the girls go to bed.

But I'm okay.

You have enough on you.

Tell me about your trip.

There is a lot of support
here on the continent.

But many African leaders
who don't agree with the ANC.

They cannot understand why
we haven't risen in revolt

against such a small minority of Whites.

I cannot help but to have this feeling...

this ominous feeling

that we are never going to
have a normal life together.

Oh, Zami, my darling,

everything that we are fighting for

is so that we can have a normal life.

I'm invisible to him when they are here.

You should go over there and join them.

You are your father's firstborn son.

Take care to remember that.

I don't know why you stick up for him.

My mother is your cousin.

You should've stayed on
her side in the divorce.

Your mother is a very good woman.

But Nelson has been married
to Winnie for some time now.

You must respect that.

Yes, Uncle Walter.

I'm sorry for the disrespect.

When you are older,
Thembe, you might find that

being on his side is far more complicated

than it might appear.

My friends, our policy of non-racialism

is misunderstood in the rest of Africa.

We need to create the impression
that we are Africa for the Africans...

not communists or anything else.

Yes, I agree.

I recognize that this is a sensitive issue.

It goes against everything
that we believe in.

I understand that.

That is why I am only suggesting
that we create the impression

we are Africa for the Africans.

So, you are just talking about our image?

It's what the people
believe that is important.

I see your point, Nelson.

But I'm not sure that Chief Lithuli will.

I intend to try and convince him.

In Natal?

There are roadblocks from here to Durban.

Eish.

The struggle cannot afford to lose you.

Yes, but something this important,

it must be done in person.

Diversities of color and race,

those are the very things that are going
to bring South Africa into a democracy.

I agree. Non-racialism is
not about negating race.

Did anyone order dry cleaning?

Go!

- Let's go!
- The back entrance.

Oh, they found us.

We're caught.

This can't be happening.

Stay in character.

Nelson Mandela!

You're under arrest.

Move!

It's confirmed.

Without a doubt?

None at all.

Caught or killed?

Caught.

Thank the Lord for delivering unto us

the sinners who seek to destroy our nation.

We look to you, my Lord,

in this time of our great
need, for support and guidance.

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Gentlemen...

I, uh...

I have to tell you...

that the state has formally advised me

that they will be
seeking the death penalty.

They will be presenting evidence

that you deliberately and maliciously
fomented a plan to overthrow the government

by violent means by unleashing
trained guerilla warfare units

as part of a military invasion
by hostile foreign powers.

Listen, our Joe is working
on an escape attempt for you.

He's got some ideas.

Hey, no. I will no longer hide from this.

We have to face it head on.

I have an idea about
the start of the trial.

We need to make a statement.

I will need you to bring me something.

It is very important.

- Amandla!
- Awethu!

- Amandla!
- Awethu!

- Mayibuye!
- i-Afrika!

- Mayibuye!
- i-Afrika!

- Amandla!
- Awethu!

- Amandla!
- Awethu!

Mrs. Mandela?

Tell us what you think about today.

Mrs. Mandela, do you expect

your husband to get the death penalty?

All rise.

Quiet, please.

My Lord, the defense will
begin with a statement

from the accused, Nelson Mandela.

My Lord...

I will not deny that I planned sabotage.

But I did not plan it because
I have any love of violence.

I planned it as the result
of a calm and sober assessment

of the political situation
that has arisen in this country

after many years of oppression,
exploitation, and tyranny.

It is the struggle for the right to live...

the right to live a normal life,

which is the right of every human being.

During my lifetime,

I have dedicated myself to that struggle.

I have fought against White domination

and I have fought against Black domination.

I have cherished the ideal of
a free and democratic society

in which all people can
live together in harmony.

It is an ideal which I hope
to live for and to achieve.

But if need be, it is an ideal...

for which I am prepared to die.

- Mayibuye!
- i-Afrika!

You'll have to be quick.

Mama.

Mama, I'm so grateful you have come.

My son, you'll always be my blessing.

Thank you, Mama.

Thembe, I do not know
how long I will be gone,

but you need to be the man now.

I already have been.

We must go.

Thembe.

I love you.

I hope you know that.

The, uh, sentencing is in the morning.

Thank you, Bram, for all
that you have done for us.

I have decided that no matter the sentence,

there will be no appeal.

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- By a significant coincidence,

this, the first day of
the committee's discussion

on the policy of apartheid,

happens also to be the very last day

of a trial in South Africa,
which has as its primary aim

the punishment by death of people

who are among South Africa's
most outstanding opponents

of the very policies
which the General Assembly

and the Security Council have
passed, in numerous resolutions,

calling upon the South
African government to abandon.

Nelson Mandela, being known personally

to a number of heads of state,

Govan Mbeki, a top-ranking
African political leader,

and an accomplished economist,

who has borne the burden
of his oppressed fellow men

ever since he left university,

Ahmed Kathrada, a South
African of Indian extraction,

who began his career in
politics as a passive leader

in 1946 at the age of 17,

and has continued to
be a leading participant

in the struggle of Indians,

and other forms of racial discrimination,

and joined the Africans
in the liberation struggle.

I urge you to accept that the developments

that I have referred to call for the
immediate action by the United Nations.

For our part, I wish to observe

that every single day spent in jail

by any of our people,

every drop of blood drawn from any of them,

every life taken,

represents a unit of
human worth lost to us.

This loss we can no longer afford.

The function of this court,

as is the function of
the court in any country,

is to enforce the laws of the state

within which it functions.

The crime that the accused
have been convicted of...

that is, the main crime...

is, in essence, that of high treason.

Yes?

It's Joe.

Life imprisonment. All of them.

One moment.

Life.

All of them.

- Life!
- Yes!

Yes.

Thank you, Brother.

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You are all category "D":

the highest security risk
of all political prisoners.

Every six months, you will
be allowed one visitor.

You may receive one letter,
and you may write one letter,

of no more than 500 words.

You will not talk to each other.

You may not speak to us unless spoken to.

And you will never leave this island.

You've come to this
island to be forgotten...

and then to die.

Get dressed.

You, curry muncher, get long pants.

I am formally requesting
long trousers for all of us.

Boys get short pants.

Do I look like a boy to you?

You're Black, right?

Then I say you're a boy.

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There is no escape from Robben Island.

Not for any of them.

Damn it, Oliver, we should at
least consider breaking them out.

- My plan was viable.
- Too many unknowns.

Too risky.

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

They are vital to the struggle.

But completely cut off from it.

Not necessarily, Joe.

We can... open lines of communication.

Communicate with heavily guarded prisoners?

In a fortified cell block

on an island five miles off the coast?

We know it can be done.

Ferries come and go every day.

That's... that's true.

That is true.

Surprise, guards, new prisoners.

We could smuggle messages in.

Yes.

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

A sympathetic guard, perhaps.

For God's sake, be realistic.

Wait.

What about Mac Maharaj?

One of our MK men... at the Rivonia trial.

Right.

Convicted of sabotage, poor bastard.

And he's definitely on
his way to Robben Island.

There.

That is our first mule.

We'll contact him through
his lawyer, Bram Fischer.

Attorney-client privilege.

Mac can relay everything
directly to Nelson.

Our new leadership structure.

MK strategy.

Get in line over there.

Go over there, mate.

Mac Maharaj.

A communist.

One of mine.

Looks like he's been tortured.

You're supposed to be over there.

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

This new wave will have it worse than us.

Okay!

Coloreds and Indians, line up at this one.

Blacks, this side.

Go, go, go!

Oliver says hello.

That's it for today.

Excellent work. It looks good.

Go!

Don't forget to look under the bed.

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

The only way for us to get better treatment

is to engage respectfully with the warders.

Respectfully?

Respect for these people?

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

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

Silence in there!

So this is your plan?

To make friends with them out there?

No talking!

Oh!

You kaffirs, even your shit stinks worse.

Now, shut up in here!

In brief, the MK,

the so-called military wing of the ANC,

is virtually a spent force.

All the major agitators
are out of the picture now,

and that kaffir-lover Ruth First
will be leaving on an exit visa soon.

Where to?

Into the arms of that Jew Slovo in London.

These White communists are all the same.

Take away their creature
comforts and they break.

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

We will break them.

A dangerous assumption.

Until Mandela and his crew
are permanently cut off...

Mandela's on an island.

How much more cut off can he be?

We have reliable information

that Tambo and Mandela
are still in contact.

Why didn't we isolate him from
the rest of the prison population?

Put him in a different section?

John, the foreign press,
and therefore world opinion,

has gone very quiet on Mandela and the ANC,

and I want nothing to
disturb that state of affairs.

Perhaps we can afford a
demonstration of magnanimity, John.

We should consider relaxing his conditions.

Don't underestimate this man.

Relax his conditions, and in time,

Mandela will be running not only the ANC,

he'll be running that island.

Inspection!

Silence in the passage.

Good evening, Johan.

How do you know my name?

I asked for your name.

If you say another word, Mandela...

I am not trying to be disrespectful.

I am trying to be civilized...

to make life here better...

for both of us.

I said silence in the passage!

Ah, good morning.

How was your evening?

Not too bad.

Thank you.

Oh... look, Walter.

Long trousers.

Just you.

Not the others.

Oh, I see.

Well, I am the others,

and if they don't get long trousers,

I'm afraid neither do I.

A man who sticks to his principles.

You will soon learn, young man,

that nothing gives Nelson more satisfaction

than the precious principles.

Tell me, Johan, do you have a family?

Yes.

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

That sounds very pleasant.

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

May I make a request for pen and paper?

What for?

To write to the prison authorities

requesting long trousers for all prisoners.

I'll see what I can do.

Thank you.

First, there was silence.

Now they discuss their
holiday plans with us.

Just you wait, Madiba.

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

Mr. Prime Minister. Mrs. Verwoerd.

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

After the speech, you have
a meeting at 1:00 o'clock

with the Minister of Defence,

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

That's fine, Schuman. All in good time.

All in good time.

Oh, no!

Oh, dear God! Oh, dear God!

Somebody call an ambulance! Quick!

It's you who did this. You
and your Progressive Party.

It's all your fault!

We had nothing to do with this!

You incite people!

You want to overthrow this government!

Now we'll get you!
We'll get the lot of you!

Oh, God... God...

Hey, Verwoerd is dead.

Assassinated.

- You're sure?
- Yeah.

Straight off the ferry.

Some crazy White man.

Greek.

This is not good news.

The leader of the oppressor is dead.

Why is this not good news?

Political progress is not
built on assassination.

Verwoerd's death will produce
one predictable result:

increased repression.

Nelson, I am tired of
your moral superiority.

The architect and creator
of apartheid is dead.

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

Something we ordinary men
have a right to celebrate.

You think that if we celebrate,

things will get better for us around here?

We are irrelevant.

The struggle is what matters.

The struggle cannot be
reduced to a personality cult.

This mustn't all be about Nelson Mandela.

Oh, that's what you think I want?

I have made mistakes, yes.

My pride.

My simple-minded optimism.

My vanity to believe that I
could lead an armed struggle

against the apartheid regime.

Foolish, I know.

I am stuck here on this island.

But I still believe I can change the world,

because now I understand
that I am part of a group

of very remarkable men.

I thank God for that.

Without Walter, Kathi, and, yes,

even without you, Govan, I am lost.

Without unity, we are all nothing.

Verwoerd was a great man.

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

Yes, Prime Minister.

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

Indeed.

I suggest we begin by increasing
the period of detention

from 90 to 180 days without charge.

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

Here you go, sir.

Anything else, Boss?

No, that's all for now, Ellis. Thank you.

Thank you, Boss.

Hendrik, there's new legislation coming.

The Terrorism Act will
give us unlimited power.

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

the Bureau of State Security... BOSS.

BOSS?

Very nice, Mr. Prime Minister.

I want you to run BOSS.

You will oversee both the
military and domestic intelligence.

Thank you, Prime Minister.

You will now have good legal authority

to do what needs to be done.

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

Good afternoon.

How are you?

I have some good news for you, Mandela...

and some bad news for everyone.

Winnie is coming.

She's been granted a visit.

When?

Tomorrow morning.

Tomorrow?

Yeah.

And the bad news?

Van Rensburg is coming.

Who is Van Rensburg?

Nelson?

Yes, Walter?

If you want to look your
best for Winnie tomorrow,

try to get some sleep.

Yes, Walter.

Silence in the passage.

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Time's up.

You look well.

I am getting by.

How is your job? Are
you enjoying your work?

I have a banning order.

No politics.

I have lost my job.

But I'm spending more
time with our friends.

I hope they are supporting you.

When they can.

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

How are the girls?

They are well.

But the Security Police scare them.

We don't get much sleep at night.

No politics. Family matters only.

We are a political family.

No politics!

Have you seen Thembe
and the other children?

Thembe just had his 21st birthday.

He has a baby daughter, Ndileka.

Ndileka.

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

I have missed so much.

Do not dwell on that right now.

It is cold in here.

I don't feel the cold anymore.

One minute.

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

You are my wife.

I love you.

You are the mother of my children.

You support me.

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

Those other things...

they are not important.

But it is not true about this man and me.

You must be careful.

You are my bride.

Time's up.

You must be Van Rensburg.

You must be Mandela.

Have you told them about
your wife yet, Mandela?

Winnie has been named as a
co-respondent in a divorce case.

Co-respondent?

What is that? A... a
fancy word for a whore?

Easy, kaffir.

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

Striking you would not
require much of anything.

Certainly not courage.

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

You're nobody.

You're a kaffir, Mandela.

That's all you are.

And you're my prisoner.

Mine.

I am not your prisoner.

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

You talk shit, Mandela.

I can get a transfer off
this island any time I like.

Military intelligence
tells us that the numbers

of ANC members in exile
is growing exponentially,

led by Oliver Tambo, whom we suspect

is still in communication
with Nelson Mandela,

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

The only solution is to put Mandela

and all those closest to
him in solitary confinement.

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

That would solve so many
of our problems. Yet...

now, as prime minister, I
have a different vantage point.

World opinion to consider.

Solitary isn't the only way to affect him.

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

Yeah.

When he heard that Prime Minister Verwoerd

was assassinated, he
must've jumped for joy.

So, his comrade Tambo is out of reach.

But their Nobel Prize-winning
president is where?

African National Congress

president, Chief Albert Lithuli, has died.

The Nobel Peace Prize
recipient was killed last night,

reportedly when he was struck by
a train close to his Natal home,

where he was confined for several
years while under a government ban.

However he died, however
suspicious the circumstances,

at this moment, we should
remember Chief Lithuli

and celebrate his life...

president of the ANC for
nearly a quarter a century,

deeply committed to nonviolence

in the face of increasing state oppression.

He was a great man...

and a great chief.

- Amen.
- Amen.

You're right, Nelson.

What you had to admire about
Lithuli was his consistency.

You knew exactly what he stood for.

And you don't know what I stand for.

- Is that what you are saying?
- No.

I know exactly what you stand for...

Nelson Mandela.

Eish.

This is how factions begin...

and civil wars.

You must deal with this, Nelson.

I'll try, but at the moment
there is something more urgent.

- The ANC needs a new president.
- Mm...

Oliver Tambo must put
himself forward for election.

And like our friend Govan,
Oliver suffers from modesty.

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

Dali, let your sister do that.

She has neater handwriting than you.

She doesn't.

Come, you'd better hurry
or you'll miss the bus...

which is already in Trafalgar Square.

Almost ready, Joe.

Kids, take these to the door.

Coats and boots on. Let's go.

You finally got a message from Nelson.

I may need a magnifying glass for this.

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

"Awarding you this title

"will allow you the
status and effectiveness

"in negotiations and decision-making.

"Please, Oliver.

"Take steps through this official request

"to organize an election,

"which I have no doubt will award you

the full and independent
authority of president."

- _
- No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No!

No! No! No! No! No!

No! No! No! No! No! No! No!

I'm sorry, Nelson.

I thought you'd want to know.

Thank you, Johan.

I can't tell you how bad it feels to know

that the woman that you love

would have been better off
if she had never met you.

How many days have I been here?

Where are my children?

What are the charges against me?

I demand an answer!

Where are my children?!

Where are my children?!

They are now going to...

Hm...

Major Kellerman said to
bring him in the Jeep.

Prisoners do not get driven
around the island in Jeeps.

They walk. What's so important that
this kaffir has to ride in a car?

Apparently his son has been killed.

Then why didn't you say so?

Mandela! Here!

Get in the Jeep, Mandela.

Major Kellerman wants to see you.

He's got some good news.

Some very good news.

Sergeant...

you're a bastard.

Yes, I am.

We're at war and bastards win wars.

I'm sorry, Mandela.

But it is my duty to bury my son.

I cannot grant your request.

Thank you.

You know a Thembe Mandela?

He's my stepson.

He's dead.

He was killed in a car accident.

He was always very particular
about his dress... like me.

I remember I came to visit him

at your house about eight years ago.

He was wearing a pair of my trousers.

Of course, they were too big for him.

Always very particular about his dress...

and he was wearing clothes too big for him.

It's easy to see why now.

His father was never home.

He missed me.

He missed his father.

Do you remember when he
sat behind us in the trial?

Mm-hmm.

Three years ago.

It feels like so much longer.

I could see from the look in his face

that he was afraid for me.

So, I kept turning around to nod and smile.

He would return the nod, but not the smile,

because he thought I
was going to be hanged.

He was afraid his father was going to die.

Such was the life I gave to my son.

I was sorry to hear about your son.

Thank you.

Very kind of you to say so.

And I also wanted to say goodbye.

You are being transferred?

I'm leaving the prison service.

I am very sorry to hear that.

The prison service needs more men like you.

Yes.

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

I, uh...

You know that I'm the sole representative

of the Progressive Party in
the South African Parliament.

Are you here to compromise me?

You do work for the
Bureau of State Security.

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

Are you anti-apartheid?

No.

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

Because I like him.

Nelson Mandela will speak for us.

Mandela will voice our complaint.

Mrs. Suzman.

Good to see you.

And to see you, Mr. Mandela.

It's been a long time.

Our days are long.

The work... hot, dirty.

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

to hot water for washing,

and the same food served to all prisoners,

Colored as well as Africans.

The food is of inadequate
quality and quantity

to sustain general health,
uh, let alone hard labor.

Okay, broad headings:

better clothing, including long trousers;

better sanitary conditions,
including hot water;

study privileges, including materials;

rights to information in
newspapers, magazines, books;

equal and better food.

Is that it?

One other matter, Helen.

I have not complained about discipline.

Discipline is something
that prisoners should accept.

But victimization,

persecution,

flagrant injustice...

those are things that no prisoner

should be forced to accept.

Run!

Run, you lazy pieces of shit! Run!

No! No more!

What did you say, kaffir?

No. No more running.

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

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

Yes, Sergeant.

All right. Prisoners, run!

Kathrada, Mbeki, all of you, move!

You will all get solitary for this.

All of you!

You will all lose your
privileges for a year.

No... no letters. No visitors.

You will all have your sentences increased!

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

And his. And his.

And his.

Sergeant...

we will no longer run to the quarry.

But we will walk.

We are awaiting your orders, Sergeant.

Walk.

You got what you wanted.

I'm being sent away.

I wish you well, Warder Van Rensburg.

I wish you well.

I am so sorry about your son.

That was one of the worst days,

when they told me about his passing

and I couldn't comfort you.

It is difficult for me to believe that...

I will never see him again.

The order is so wrong with everything.

A son is not supposed
to go before his father.

I read the Bible.

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

I did not know it was possible.

But with all those hours, and...

and days, and...

and no one to talk to.

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

help you.

The girls send their love.

I miss them so much.

Are you all right, Zami?

You must not worry about me.

They can never hurt me again.

They've made me stronger.

Zami, my love...

Much stronger.

- Merry Christmas!
- Ho, ho, ho!

Ruth and Joe. Welcome.

Adelaide, it's so good to see you.

Every time I visit, you're out.

Oh, they keep me so busy at
that Whittington Hospital.

My lovely wife is modest.

My darlings.

Look at you, you're so big.

Adelaide, put your feet up,
my dear. You've earned it.

Besides, I'm known to be a
master chef, amongst other things.

My beautiful wife?

Not very modest.

Why should she be?

Her writings will have a
great impact on our cause.

You think my writing's good,

wait till you try my roast potatoes.

Ah...

She's not lying.

What do you say now, chaps? Huh?

Long pants, huh?

Go ahead, Govan! Let's hear it, huh?

Sure, it means admitting
Nelson's strategy works.

But at least your legs will be warmer, eh?

Okay, okay, okay.

Madiba, you win.

I still disagree with most
of your methods, but, uh,

you're right about one thing.

If we're going to survive on this island,

we have to stay united.

Oh!

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

Now I have waited three years

for a pair of White man's pants.

I could not be happier.

Dinner is served.

That smells great, Auntie Ruth.

Go now. Don't forget the extra chair.

Were you expecting another guest?

We always put a chair for Uncle Nelson.

Before we serve the food, a prayer.

Dear Lord, we thank you
for our many blessings:

for family, and friends,

and the beautiful Christmas
dinner we are about to eat.

And we thank you for
watching over our brothers

so far away on Robben Island.

- Amen.
- Amen.

- Let us eat, huh?
- Yes.

I am starving.

You are always starving.

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