Catch a Fire

This is Radio Freedom.

The voice of

the African National Congress.

South Africa's time-tested

revolutionary movement

In the South African

capital of Pretoria,

three black people

were hanged this morning.

They were all members of the

outlawed African National Congress.

This is our land.

This is what we fought for.

It belongs to us.

It belongs to us.

...Communist manufactured

guns, ammunition and explosives

have been seized in

Johannesburg, Port Elizabeth.

We're considered by some

people to be a doomed nation,

which we don't

believe we are.

Keeping black

and white separate.

Policies which the outside

world universally condemns.

Whites cannot forever

rule 25 million blacks.

They are a tribe of whites

fiercely determined to survive.

Only one African country is left

with a totally white government.

The battle for

South Africa has...

This is the first startling message

we have heard about apartheid.

It means just

what it sounds like...apart.

My mother gave me

the name Rogerio,

and then my father gave me

the name Patrick.

When I was small

I used both of them,

but I like the one

my father gave me.

Patrick. Patrick Chamusso.

My father had come

from Mozambique

with the migrant workers

to the mines of South Africa.

When I was 15

I started to work underground.

I became a man in that place.

The plant that provides oil

for the whole country.

A hard place.

I always thought, "Patrick,

you are from outside.

"Be smart.

"Keep your head down for

yourself and for your family. "

I worked hard,

pulled myself up.

Made good friends

and a good life.

I was cruising, just cruising.

Who took my snuff?

Precious, keep straight.

Mom!

Now. Change gears.

Oh! Oh! Oh!

Hey, Precious!

Sorry! Sorry! Precious,

you can't stop like that.

Out!

No, Patrick!

Patrick, how am I

supposed to learn?

No!

Get out!

Nice moves, sissie.

Mrs. Stirling Moss.

Sittin' here,

eatin' my heart out waitin'

Waitin' for some lover to call

I dialed about

a 1000 numbers lately

Almost rang the phone

off the wall

Gotta have some hot stuff

baby this evenin'

I want some hot stuff

baby tonight

I need some hot stuff

baby this evenin'

Gotta have some hot stuff

Gotta have some love tonight

I want some hot stuff

I need some hot stuff

Hey!

It's a scaevola.

How does it

grow up here?

What's this now?

Patrick Chamusso, baas.

That's my family, baas.

Give me your pass.

Out of the car.

Come, everyone, out!

It's my camera, baas.

Whose car is this?

My car, baas.

Patrick. Where are you going? Patrick?

I'm going home, baas.

And where do you get the money for

this nice car and that nice camera?

No, baas, I work.

I have a job.

I'm a foreman, baas.

I work at Secunda.

Go ahead. Search him.

Hold still.

What's wrong with you, huh?

Hey, you, come here.

Down! Down.

Christ, they

really buggered you up.

So, you leave the country,

train in exile with the ANC,

come back as a terrorist.

Boom! There goes

a railway track.

You say you're in a struggle to

make life better for the blacks.

But who do you hurt?

Blacks, whites, everyone.

If you succeed,

who do you think

is going to be running things?

The ANC? No.

We'll be taking our marching

orders from Moscow, my friend.

From the communists, that

train you, supply you weapons.

And now, my job

is to see to it

that you are hanged.

But I don't want to hang you.

I want to help you.

Patrick! Security.

I'm going to

charge you, boy.

Baas, wait.

No, man. You people have

your own toilets over there.

Baas, please. There's a

cracked pipe in ash washing.

If you hold him,

we're one man short.

It's an emergency, Priority A.

Just one time.

He's a cheeky Kaffir.

Yes, he's a cheeky Kaffir.

I'm telling you,

you're lucky, boy.

Thank you, bass.

Up, up.

Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up! You, up!

Up, up, up, up, up, up!

Head up!

Breathe! In! Out!

Come on!

Pass! Pass, pass!

Spread out, spread out!

Pass. Head up! Head up!

Spread out!

Spread out, spread out!

Yes!

What's your name?

His name is Sixpence.

My nephew from Innesport.

His mother passed away

so he's staying with me now.

Be here next Tuesday.

You're in the team.

Well done, boy.

That's my boy!

Next time,

you must ask for permission.

Don't just join in.

Boys, boys.

We have a new player

on the team.

His name is Sixpence.

No fighting!

Yes, coach.

Yes, coach.

Yes, coach!

Good.

This is Radio Freedom,

the voice of

the African National Congress,

South Africa's time-tested

revolutionary movement.

Born of the people

into the front lines

to spearhead the people's

struggle for the seizure of power.

Hi, boy.

What is this to do with you?

This is my radio,

this is my house.

Do you want to

see me in jail?

That's good, big boy.

I tell you what.

Go pack your bag.

I'll drive you to the station,

buy you a ticket to Mozambique.

You can join up with the boys

of Umkhonto we Sizwe,

come back

and liberate the country.

You, better wash yourself

before you get in my bed.

Your bed?

Mmm.

What are you looking at?

You.

And, how do I look?

Not bad.

Patrick!

Girls don't like trucks.

They like books,

dolls, you know.

Ta-da!

It's the suite of my

dreams, Patrick. Hmm?

Then get a job

and buy it yourself.

A job?

Is that what you want?

Patrick, when people come to

visit and we sit in that room,

I'm ashamed.

Baby, you're

a boss man now.

A foreman.

Precious, we can't afford it.

Keep your finger off the trigger

until you are ready to fire.

Okay, ja.

I got him, Pa.

Next time keep your eyes open. Yeah.

All right,

pick up the weapon.

No, no, no.

Always at the target.

Put your weight

on your front foot.

I can't.

Come on, come on!

Run, run, run!

I'm going to fetch him.

Maybe at Christmas

when I get my bonus.

Maybe at Christmas

we'll be dead.

Hey, don't talk like that.

I'm going away.

Tell me you'll miss me.

Come on.

Like a hole in my head.

Come with me

down paradise road

This way please

I'll carry your load

This you must believe

Katie, you may be

in a position, God forbid,

when knowing how to shoot

could save your life.

Ja. I mean... We've got to

look out for robbers.

Susan's mum and dad

were killed in the night.

It's not the robbers

we worry about.

It's the terrorists.

The communists.

This family is a target.

I hate this.

All this talk of guns

and killing.

Anna.

Enough!

Thank you.

Patrick.

Precious, we beat the Spartans!

We made it to the finals.

Secunda Lions.

Forwards ever.

Backwards never.

Oh, Precious, phone the plant

for me. Tell them I'm sick.

Patrick? Who's that?

I heard a girl there,

Patrick. Who is that?

Precious, it's a woman

waiting to use the phone.

I am warning you!

Precious,

stop your nonsense.

Phone Secunda.

Tell them I'm sick.

Precious?

Precious? Precious?

Pass the ball!

Pass! Sixpence, pass!

Go, Sixpence, go!

Go, Sixpence! Go!

Goal!

No.

No.

My father left when I was 10.

And I never saw him again.

Its better he doesn't know.

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