Cry Freedom Page #6

Mum, what is it?

- Mum, shall we call someone?

- You just stay up here.

Believe me, 30 years in the police force

you know one when you see one.

- Tell Donald...

- Uncle Don, here's another one.

They're all from a .32.

One of us will stay here until he gets

back. I'll prove my ex-colleagues did this.

- What good will that do?

- None.

But it'll make me feel better

that they know we know.

Look, Mum, one went right

through your window.

Dead right. They're mad enough about

the speeches you're making here.

You should read the Afrikaans

press in Cape Town.

You stir up trouble overseas and they'll

come down on you like a ton of bricks.

Donald, you know my opinion.

I think it's madness.

And even if they do let you out,

take my word for it,

they'll arrest you the minute

you get back. I would've done.

Look, here or there, we're going

to force them to have an inquest.

They can't arrest me there, but a lecture

tour in the States will stir up pressure.

If you were a lawyer, you know, getting

support for the law, that's one thing.

But you're going to talk about Biko. I'm

telling you, they won't stop at niceties.

Look...

Kruger lied.

If we expose it, they're going to

have to admit how Steve really died.

I'm going.

If one of you will stay with Wendy

and the kids, I'm not worried.

In fact, the more publicity I get,

the safer I'll be.

19TH OCTOBER 1977

I'll phone you when

I get there.

Calling Dr Steiner, travelling to Paris,

to the first-class counter, please.

- Donald Woods?

- That's right.

We're from security police.

Would you come with us, please?

This is the final call for

passengers travelling on BA...

Don't worry about that.

You won't be on the flight.

- But my cases are.

- We've taken them off.

You, Donald James Woods,...

...are declared a banned person,

in terms of the Internal Security Act.

Henceforth, and for

a period of five years,

you are forbidden to associate with

more than one person at a time.

or be in a room with more

than one person at a time,...

...except for the members

of your immediate family.

You are forbidden to write anything,

whether privately or for publication.

You are forbidden to enter any printing

or publishing premises of any kind.

And are restricted

for that five years,

to the magisterial district

of East London.

Kruger's really gone crazy.

You reckon you know what

happened to Steve Biko, eh?

I saw his body.

And those pictures

you've confiscated,...

...14 sets have already been

released to the world press.

Arresting and banning me

is a stupid thing to do.

Now the minister of police has guaranteed

a world spotlight on the Biko inquest.

I have two small children, Mr. Woods,

and I think about the future.

So tell me,

what would you do?

I have children too.

But the days of a few whites

running a black country are over.

It's going to change...

...in partnership or bloodshed.

For your white children and mine,

I hope it's in partnership.

Huh.

With the likes of Biko?

God, I hope with

the likes of Biko.

I'd have met you in the church,

but as you know,

I can only be with

one person at a time.

And the system, the police,

are just across the road.

You're playing with fire.

You know the house is bugged.

One slip of the tongue,

a surprise raid, and then...

What you've written

about Steve is treason.

If I get caught smuggling it out,

we'd both get what Nelson Mandela got,

or what... you know... you know,

what happened to Steve.

- And no one would ever know.

- So you think I've done it all for nothing?

Well, what I think is that you should

destroy what you've written, now,...

...or get yourself out of South

Africa with that manuscript.

Not just for, well...

but for their sakes too.

Leave here?

Permanently?

In actual fact,...

...one or the other.

What do you mean,

we've got to leave?

Bruce contacted a

publisher in England.

They want my book.

Father Kani is right.

When it comes out,

the government will see it as treason.

We can't stay.

I don't believe this.

Because you want

a book published,...

...you're going to rip the

kids from their schools,...

...their grandparents,

their whole life?

Don't you even bother to

find out what I'd like to do?

We may hate the bastards that run

this country, but this is still our home.

What do you want to do?

Just accept Steve's death? Accept what the

government's doing and will go on doing?

What more do you want to do?

You forced the inquest. You're banned!

Are you so grand you think you

can change them all on your own?

I'll do what I can. I certainly won't sit in

that house for five years and do nothing!

And to hell with us?

What do we do? Where do we go?

Donald, we've got five children.

We couldn't take a penny out of here.

I know you.

You're willing to tear our lives apart just

to see Donald Woods on a book cover.

And you're using Steve's

death as an excuse.

Bloody hell!

- Jane, can I go in again?

- Mary, go and get dry.

Can we talk about this?

I'm sorry I was so cruel.

No, you were right.

I want a book published.

I do.

But if Steve...

...if Steve died for nothing,...

...if we let them

just bury his name...

Who do you think you are?

God?

No, there's just no other writer who knows

Steve's story like I do. It's just a fact.

There are seven of us.

Donald,

you're 43 years old.

What will one book do?

And do you think they're

going to let us walk out?

We could get killed trying to escape, and

still you wouldn't get your book printed.

Come on, the kids will

be worried about us.

I'm not God,...

...but we know what

this country is like now.

And we can't accept it and we can't

wait for God to come and change it.

We have to do what we can.

And this book is what I can do.

- Morning.

- Thanks. It's for us!

Mummy, Daddy, it's a present.

- Can we open it?

- If it's addressed to you.

- Thanks.

- What's all this noise?

Dad, it's got a picture of Steve.

- What is it? A T-shirt?

- Here, Mary.

I bet it fits.

Wendy.

- Is there a return address?

- No, Dad.

- He's becoming a legend.

- Mummy! Daddy!

What is it?

What is it?

My eyes!

Call Doctor James, quick.

Mum,

my hands are itching.

- It's all right. It's all right.

- What's happening? What is it?

- Some kind of burn. I don't know.

- Get it off! Get it off. Get the dress off!

- My hands are burning!

- Duncan, go upstairs and rinse them.

Duncan, go upstairs

and rinse them!

Did you hear what

Evalina said? Now, go!

That was Don on the phone.

He says he has proof beyond doubt that

the security police sent those T-shirts.

How could they

do this to her?

I think that book

should be published.

- Bruce!

- God! You scared the sh*t out of me.

I was expecting

you the other way.

If I go out that way,

they know where I am and who I'm with.

- Good thinking.

- Well, they didn't see me.

You oughta report 'em

for neglect of duty.

You're cheerful. I take it

you've got some good news.

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