A World Apart Page #2

Do you have anything to say?

That's all then.

Molly, will you stay behind?

Is everything all right at home?

- Yes, ma'am.

- Have you heard from your father?

No, ma'am.

All right, child. You may go.

-It was windy yesterday.

- Stop that.

- You get all kinds of diseases from animals.

- What diseases?

- Leprosy, polio, scabies, rheumatism.

- If you say it, Jude...

I will kill you.

- Hi, Diana. Can we talk?

- Yes, of course.

Someone's been talking. We think we know--

How are you, Harold?

You're very immature at times, child!

Who was it, Mom?

- Who was what, Molly?

- Who's been talking?

Nobody.

- What did Harold say?

- Nothing.

The headmistress asked me questions

about Daddy today.

What questions?

- What did she say?

- Nothing.

This is Nelson. This is Walter.

This is Albertina, and this is Lilian.

This one is Lilian.

The little one is Albertina.

Are you sad?

Yes, I'm sad.

- Mom, where are you going?

- To the township. There's a bus protest.

- Can I come?

-It's 5:
30 in the morning. You've got school.

Please, Mom, let me come with, please.

All right, go put on your uniform. Hurry.

Out of the way, man.

Over the Royals that obscure

Alexandra Township...

from the main road is coming

an eruption of workers from the town house.

The mood is cheerful, resilient.

They are singing...

chanting "Azikwelwa, "

they shall not be ridden.

"We have no money."

End to end,

the road is filled with hurrying figures.

Men, women,

babies tied securely to their backs.

Solomon.

- Can you see him, Mom?

- Yes, there.

Come and join us.

We are here already.

- Hello, my little twisting sister.

- Hello, Solomon.

- How are you?

- Okay.

- Are you coming to march with us?

- I have to go to school.

But it's nice seeing you.

Okay, see you guys.

Hey, give us a ride.

Get out, now.

- Have you got a license?

- A license for what?

- For carrying passengers.

- We're reporters, not taxi drivers.

Don't get smart with me, lady.

- And who's this?

- My daughter.

What kind of mother are you?

Next week she'll be sleeping

with the Kaffirs.

Judging from the colored population,

your forefathers didn't do too badly.

What are you doing here?

Where's your passport?

Come on, mate. Quickly.

Boy, come here!

- Bring me a lemonade.

- Bet you his name isn't boy.

Shut up. He's only helping here.

I don't know his name.

Anyway, he's a man.

Hello, darlings.

Are you having a fabulous time?

Don't look so serious, Molly.

Relax, enjoy yourself.

- Dance, circulate.

- Mom, my dress.

Isn't she gorgeous? Just look at this face.

When I look at this face, I could eat it up.

Ma, get off me.

- Is there any lipstick still on?

- Yes, just a little.

- Shall we dance?

- Okay.

Hello, Peggy.

Hello, Molly. Have a sit.

Have you had anything to eat yet?

Your father and mother are brave people.

You must be proud of them.

No, Peggy.

What is the matter with you, man?

Not enough olives,

and where's the parsley and the color?

Where's the red pepper?

Hello, bubbala.

Come on, chop-chop.

There are people starving out there.

...three years in this position.

Do you want something, Molly?

- Have you seen Yvonne?

- No.

Yes, over there.

That's the oldest daughter

of Gus and Diana Roth.

You know them?

The communist who skipped the country.

- I'll see you tomorrow then.

- Please don't forget your--

- I won't.

- Okay, bye.

Where's Mom?

She's at home.

She asked me to pick you up.

Out!

Gran, how come she's always allowed

to sit in the front?

It's not fair.

0h. my God!

She's in the study. Molly, hang on.

What's going on, Gran?

You're not going to take the address book.

You can't take that.

It's got the telephone numbers of our

doctor, dentist, all the children's--

There are names and numbers

of banned people in there.

For God's sake, I'm a journalist.

Diana, what's happening?

- They're arresting me.

- Oh, no.

It's 90 days.

- Oh, my God.

- Mom, please.

Go and pack your suitcase, Mrs. Roth.

Come on, come and help me.

Jude, don't forget to remind Gran

about the orthodontist this week.

Molly, you must ask the Abelsons

to collect you for riding.

No books except the Bible.

No writing paper, no papers.

- No pills, no medicine.

- I have an ulcer. I'm going to need these.

Mommy, how long is 90 days?

Three months, 12 weeks, 90 days.

But, Mommy, it's my birthday.

Darling...

it's not your birthday till December.

I won't miss it, I promise you.

Don't cry.

It will all come right. It'll all be all right.

Mommy, please don't go away. Please.

Please don't go. Mommy, please don't go.

- Mommy, please--

- Let's go.

Mommy, please don't go.

Mommy, don't go!

Let's go.

Mom!

Mommy.

"Rhodesia."

Quarrel in Rhodesia.

Qualms in Rhodesia.

Quadruplets.

Qualm in Rhodesia.

She went upstairs with her mom

to the toilet...

and they had this nice gate,

you know, those kind.

And the gate was open when they went up.

But then...

they came back and the gate was locked.

And we heard about Mr. Bromberg.

He's a spirit.

- And--

- You don't believe that, do you?

No, but now I do.

And Michelle Bromberg came up...

and said, "What's happening up here?"

So we said:

"We got stuck up here in the gate."

When are you going back to school?

Sooner or later you're going to have to.

That's where Mom sits.

That's where Dad sits.

Sometimes I wonder if you've got a heart.

You've nothing to say?

- Yes.

- Yes?

Yes, I want to write to my children.

I need pen and paper, please.

Answer our questions, sign a statement...

and, in no time,

you'll be back with your children.

Everybody else is talking.

No one will ever know.

We know all about you, anyway.

This was on the May 5.

This is the 11th.

This is the 27th.

This is the June 14.

Would you like to see more?

The one who got away.

- You're lucky you were late.

- If you know so much...

why don't you charge me?

You're an obstinate woman, Mrs. Roth.

You're lucky we're decent people.

We have feelings for women in this country.

Oh, God.

I didn't. I did not.

She's back.

- Hello.

- I didn't know when you were coming back.

You didn't try very hard to find out.

Molly, I was so busy.

I had to find another partner.

- Sorry about the competition.

- Don't worry about it. It was stupid, anyway.

Hey, I got something for you.

Look.

Is your mother all right?

Have you seen her?

No, she's not allowed visitors yet.

Do you need help catching up

with the work you've missed?

No, it's okay.

- How's your grandmother?

- She's fine.

She's not a young woman.

If you find it difficult at home...

you could come and board here.

Just until this is over.

And if you want to talk about anything...

I'm here.

Have you visited your mother in prison?

The war lasted more than two years.

The Transvaal allied

with the Orange Free State...

fought against troops

from the entire British Empire.

Here...

women and children were kept in

concentration camps by the British.

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