Goodbye Bafana Page #4

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Gloria, I am working with them,

I need to know how they tick.

I'll tell you how they tick, James.

They tick like a time-bomb.

And then they blow up, boom!

Sit up straight.

Afternoon.

Can you imagine what would happen

if Piet found out about this?

You could kiss your promotion goodbye,

that's for sure.

Please, man! What promotion?

I promised Joyce

I wouldn't say anything.

About what?

Come on, Gloria,

you can't keep a secret.

Piet put a recommendation into Pretoria

that you be promoted to warrant officer.

He even told Joyce

if you carry on the way you are,

you'll be lieutenant

at the end of the year.

Oh, that's very nice.

Not if you throw it all away

by doing something stupid.

I'm not going to do anything stupid.

With the salary you get

and the little I make,

we can't even afford to buy

the kids new school shoes.

Come on, Gloria.

Come on, it's not that bad, Gloria.

James, the Prison Service

is all we've got.

Christ, they even own the house

we live in.

I'm not going to mess things up. Okay?

Look at me. Okay?

Plumstead is up next.

I don't want your mom

seeing you like this.

-Hey, man, how was your weekend?

-Good.

Did you go and watch

the Province match?

No, but they nailed them good, eh?

Are you looking at me?

Don't you look at me. Move it!

Come, come, come!

You slack bastards! Move it!

Hurry up, hurry up!

-The post will have arrived by now.

-Not with this South-Easter blowing.

That ferry will be an hour late, at least.

Go check anyway.

"The national wealth of our country,

the heritage of the South Africans,

"shall be restored to the people.

"The mineral wealth, the banks, industry

shall be transferred... "

The ferry hasn't even left

Cape T own harbour.

-Must be bloody rough out there.

-You can say that again.

Mandela, I have a question for you.

You claim the ANC is not communist,

but the Freedom Charter says

that the mineral wealth,

the banks and industry

shall be transferred to the people.

That is communism

and don't try to bullshit me otherwise.

It is not. It is, in fact, true nationalism,

where all the people,

White, Black, coloured, lndian,

all benefit from the accumulated wealth

of the land. Our land.

And your land, Mr Gregory.

-These are ideals you'd kill for?

-These are ideals I would die for.

There's no justification for murder

and you know it.

You people should never

have taken up arms against us.

You White people were deaf

to our pleas, blind to our suffering.

You left us no choice

but to take up arms.

-Sergeant!

-Sir!

What are you doing cavorting

with a prisoner?

I was just telling Mandela

his lawyer is coming on Monday

for a consultation, sir.

-Get your arse up here!

-On my way, sir!

Raise your arms.

-Sir, I can...

-Raise your bloody arms, Sergeant!

Congratulations, Warrant Officer.

I'll see you in the clubhouse.

Thank you, sir!

For he's a jolly good fellow

for he's a jolly good fellow

for he's a jolly good fellow

And so say all of us

T o James!

And may his promotion

not go to his head

and cause us a lot of heartache!

Cheers, James.

Warrant Officer Gregory, may I have

the pleasure of dancing with you?

Didn't I say this would happen? Didn't l?

You sure did, Booky.

What are you gonna do about it?

-Switchboard.

-Pretoria 39001.

Jordaan.

I've got a postcard here

for Jonas Motsadi.

Motsadi? Motsadi?

-lsn't he due for release next week?

-Yes.

There's a message written inside it

in Xhosa.

What does it say?

It says he must go

to an ANC safe house in Gaborone

and from there,

he'll receive instructions.

Is there an address?

Put the message back

just how you found it

and make sure that Jonas Motsadi

gets his little postcard.

...of local cricket supporters.

Included in the team

are such esteemed players

as Bob Willis, Tony Drake...

-Watch your queen.

-...and Trevor Chapel.

In the early hours of this morning,

the South African Defence Force

launched a pre-emptive strike

on a known ANC safe house

in Gaborone, Botswana,

killing four terrorists.

One of the men, Jonas Motsadi,

was recently released

from Robben Island Prison

where he was seRVing five years

for sabotage.

That's us, Pa! Robben lsland!

-Did you know him?

- The weather forecast

for the Western Cape tomorrow

is cloudy with occasional fog patches,

clearing later with moderate

to fresh westerly winds...

It's your move, Pa.

Go, move it! Yes, yes, yes!

Faster. Go, go, go.

-Are you sure my wife is on the ferry?

-I called ahead.

-lt will be Christmas soon.

-My kids are already counting the days.

How are they doing in school here?

My son struggles a bit

but my daughter is sharp as nails.

You must encourage them

to do well in school

so they can go to university

and make something of their lives.

University is expensive, man.

Although you bloody people

think it should be

"free, compulsory, universal

and equal for all children," isn't it?

That is a direct quote

from the Freedom Charter.

I am most impressed, Mr Gregory.

Mr Gregory, I have a favour to ask.

I have a small Christmas present

for Winnie

and I was hoping

you could give it to her.

No, man, Mandela.

Now you're going too far.

It's just a small chocolate.

Where the hell

did you get a chocolate from?

That is of no consequence.

I could have you in solitary

right this bloody minute!

I have not seen my wife for two years.

For God's sake, man,

where is your humanity?

Where is it?

Drop it and walk on.

-I'll escort Mrs Mandela from here.

-My orders are to remain with her.

I am in charge of visits on this island

and you will remain on this bloody ferry

until it leaves! Please.

I see you, Madiba.

What have they done

to you, Namzamu?

They dragged me from our daughters.

They beat me.

English only!

Please, Mrs Mandela,

you have very little time, don't waste it.

Mr Gregory is right.

From Nelson.

He says it's your Christmas present.

Have a safe journey, Mrs Mandela.

Warrant Officer!

You recognise this?

That's Govan Mbeki's writing.

It was intercepted by Security Branch

at the Soweto post office.

Since when are prisoners allowed to

discuss other prisoners in their letters?

I would never have

allowed this through, sir.

Vosloo must have missed it.

You're in charge of the Censor Office,

not Vosloo.

-Make sure this doesn't happen again.

-Yes, sir.

-Nice work with Jonas Motsadi.

-Thank you, sir.

-Warrant Officer Gregory.

-Gregory, get your arse over here!

I'm on my way, sir.

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