Endgame
This is an illegal gathering.
You must disperse immediately.
Stay down.
Pass.
You're in Soweto.
Why?
My sister lives in District Three.
What's in the back?
Furniture.
Wait.
Okay, it's fine.
He was out collecting wood
with his father and his sister.
The Police came out of nowhere and
grabbed us and took us to the bridge.
They took my dad and tied him
in a canvas bag...
and dropped him into the river.
They made us watch him drown.
They told us to go home and tell
the others the price for being ANC.
We have a word...
'Ubuntu'.
It means a person's humanity...
is measured according to their
relationship with others.
We tell the children that these
people, who commit these crimes...
have lost their humanity...
and are as much victims
of Apartheid as we are.
Who the hell is he?
He's a friend I can vouch for him.
He's here to help.
He's from Consolidated Goldfields.
To talk about fund raising for our
schools programme.
We didn't ask for his hand-outs.
- Leave him be! Let him be!
- Michael Young.
Sir?
Go, go, go!
- It's Michael Young.
- What progress?
This isn't going to work for us.
We need to aim higher.
Safer to stay in the foothills.
The more visible, the more
vulnerable we are.
Yes, it's much safer.
Yes.
A bit of hush.
It is my pleasure to present
Thabo Mbeki.
The African National Congress'
Head of Information...
who is here representing
the ANC president, Oliver Tambo.
I know that you'll make Mr Mbeki
feel most welcome.
My name is Thabo Mbeki...
and I am a terrorist.
No doubt, that is what you
have been told.
No incendiary devices.
No concealed weapons.
I am just a man, as you are.
Every day the President
of South Africa...
under the mantle of his State
of Emergency...
deploys thousands more of
his troops in the townships...
brutally crushing the rising
resistance to his oppressive regime.
Yet, the UK, is still one of South
Africa's leading trading partners.
Every company...
every financial institution
which continues to invest there...
is a source of political and economic
strength to P.W. Botha.
If it is true that money talks,
then let it speak, clearly.
Let your voice join ours when we say
the bloodshed of our people must end.
The time to shout 'enough' has come.
The time for you to act is here.
Mr Mbeki?
Michael Young.
Public Affairs Director,
Consolidated Goldfields.
Tell me how we can help.
It's not an offer to make lightly,
Mr Young. We might take you up on it.
It wasn't made lightly.
As you say, we too have an incentive
to ensure your country's survival.
We have this recurring
nightmare, Mr Young...
that one day the South African
Government will send us a message...
indicating that it is ready to talk
Because of our antagonism and
mistrust, we fail to hear the message.
We fail to respond.
We miss the moment.
Thank you.
An apparatchik working for
a reactionary outfit like Goldfields?
Is that what it's come to?
The fact that he works for Goldfields
means he'll be listened to.
And if the Public Affairs
thing is just a front?
I doubt he's Ml6.
I need a word.
He's expecting you.
Come in.
I think I have a way forward
on our problem.
I'm listening.
Mr Vijoan?
It's Michael Young. I called last
week about the meetings...
I'm trying to set up between
the ANC and leading Afrikaners.
The risk is too great.
I have a young family to think of.
Please don't call me again.
They're just exploratory meetings...
and someone representing
who better to act as
a mediator between the two sides?
It's not the policy of our church
to involve ourselves in politics.
I can't help you. I am sorry.
There are those on both sides
who favour force over dialogue.
To maintain secrecy, it's best
if we hold the talks in the U.K.
a way of life.
They also have a habit
of exploding in your face.
I can't be bothered.
I'm sorry.
- Can I use your toilet?
- Yeah, it's around the back.
Love has a habit of pushing us
into the arms of philosophy.
An earthquake claims a thousand lives.
Families bludgeoned to death
by intruders.
The death of a much loved child.
how a benign deity can allow...
such tragedies to happen.
The task of Philosophy is to rise above
the futility and chaos of daily life...
to seek a deeper truth
to our existence.
I'll finish with the words of Pascal.
'If man's dignity lies in thought...
then let us all strive to think well.'
Good day.
Be warned!
Those who have not yet handed in their
assignment on Freedom and the State...
will find their own freedom curtailed.
Mr Gruber, make my day.
Treat yourself to a new
typewriter ribbon.
Mr Young, I assume?
An audacious mission
you've undertaken.
A mission impossible,
might be more apt.
What you are asking is impossible.
No sane man would put his livelihood,
not to mention his life...
on the line
to break bread with the devil.
In this country, those who go public
against Apartheid...
acquire the status of a pariah.
Yet, you still agreed
to meet with me?
You say Consolidated Goldfields have
agreed to fund these meetings?
Your founder would turn in his grave.
Rhodes knew that market forces
can succeed where politicians fail.
You are being disingenuous.
This is about your company protecting
it's investments here, is it not?
They know apartheid is an anathema
morally and economically.
They've colluded with it long enough.
It's an open secret that a silent
coup has taken place in our country.
Botha no longer consults Parliament
or the cabinet...
a medieval monarch.
security advisors have his ear.
It's they who wield the power,
and they are not interested...
in a political solution.
Like most Afrikaners, I find...
the murderous methodology of
and the idea of cosying up to them
is abhorrent...
even the thought makes me retch.
I'm sorry that you
had a wasted journey.
I am not the man
for your mission.
Get on the move.
If you are not otherwise engaged,
Mr Mandela...
the Minister of Justice invites
you to join him for tea.
I'm told it's cucumber sandwiches
this time.
It seems you
have another visitor, too.
The Head of National Intelligence,
no less.
Doctor Barnard is here?
A moment if you please, Mr Brand.
Copy, control.
Thank you.
Control.
Confirm subject's arrival.
Mr Coatsee.
Good to see you again.
Good to see you too, Mr Mandela.
Doctor Neil Barnard is here,
Head of National Intelligence.
He's asked to sit in
on our discussions.
Mr Nelson Mandela.
Doctor Neil Barnard.
I've waited a long time
for this opportunity, Doctor.
Likewise, sir.
...used tear gas
to disperse the crowd...
in what a security forces
spokesperson described as...
'necessary measures
to contain the violence'.
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