Mandela: Long Walk to Freedom Page #3

Time for you to move on.

You are at the wrong place.

Police!

Go, go, go!

- Run, run!

- You two take the outbuildings

and we'll take the farm.

Get down on the floor!

Get in there!

Get in there!

- Search them!

- Come here!

- Get down on the floor!

- Come on!

Watch out, there's one

going out the back.

Take him down!

Take him down!

Keep still!

Don't move!

Does somebody want me?

Mama Winnie! Mama Winnie!

They caught him.

Mandela!

Mandela!

Sisulu!

Kathrada!

No children.

You can't take them in.

Don't touch me.

Don't touch me.

Mama will come back, OK?

All right?

Now, wait with Sisi, OK?

Mandela!

Mandela! Mandela!

Silence!

Silence!

Quiet! Quiet!

My Lord, I call the case of the state

against the national high command

of Umkhonto we Sizwe, the military wing

of the African National Congress.

The state contends that the accused

are responsible for acts of sabotage

aimed at facilitating violent revolution

and an armed invasion of this country

with the intention

of overthrowing the government.

Accused number 1, Nelson Mandela.

Do you plead guilty or not guilty?

My Lord, it is not I

but the government

that should be put in the dock.

I plead not guilty.

The state has formally advised me

that they will be asking

for the supreme penalty

permissible by law.

Which is death.

Our best chance is to attack

the credibility of the charges.

We dispute every falsehood,

we challenge every charge.

We think they'll bring

in a guilty verdict,

but we might be able to

avoid the death sentence.

- Agreed?

- Agreed.

Agreed.

Then be happy.

Smile.

This may be the greatest service

we will ever do for our people.

Mandela! Mandela!

My name is Nelson Mandela.

I'm the first accused.

I do not deny that

I planned sabotage.

I did not plan it

in a spirit of recklessness

nor because I have any love

for violence.

The hard facts are

that 50 years of non-violence

had brought the African

people nothing

but more and more

repressive legislation

and fewer and fewer rights.

Africans want

a just share

in the whole of South Africa.

We want equal political rights,

one man, one vote.

I have dedicated myself to this struggle

of the African people.

I have fought against

white domination.

I have fought against

black domination.

I have cherished the

ideal of a free,

democratic society

where all persons

live together in harmony

with equal opportunities.

It is an ideal which

I hope to live for

and achieve,

but, if needs be,

it is an ideal for which

I am prepared to die.

- Amandla!

- Awethu!

- Amandla!

- Awethu!

Before the judge imposes

the supreme penalty,

there is one more step.

He will ask the first accused, Nelson,

"Have you any reason to advance

whether the sentence

should not be passed?"

- You could then say...

- I have nothing more to say.

That won't help your appeal.

There will be no appeal.

No appeal?

We have talked about this.

We are ready.

All rise.

I have reached my verdict.

The defendants will rise.

The accused are all found

guilty as charged.

The accused have made high moral claims

for their actions.

In essence,

they have courted martyrdom

at the hands of what they

call "their oppressors."

But I will not give them

that satisfaction.

Let us show the world

that we are a nation of laws

and where possible,

we temper justice with mercy.

I have therefore decided

not to impose the supreme penalty.

The sentence in the case

of all the accused...

will be life imprisonment.

All right, get out, kaffirs.

- In a line.

- All right.

- Move, move, get over there.

- Now stand in a line.

All right, listen to us.

- Get over there.

- Move.

Form a line, go on.

You're not in Johannesburg anymore.

You're not in Pretoria.

You are on the island.

You will never leave here again.

You will never touch

a woman or a child again.

You will die here.

If you have any complaints,

well, that's just too bad

because nobody on

the island gives a sh*t,

and nobody in the rest

of the universe will ever know.

It's a pity they didn't hang you.

I'm going to make sure

you wish they had.

Move!

Indians get trousers.

Indians get socks.

Boys get shorts.

Sit down, sit down, man!

Well, Kathy, it looks like

you will have to be the daddy.

Move! Move, move, move!

Come, put all your

civvies here in the box.

Move it!

I'm watching you, my friend.

Move it!

Go on, go on! Move!

Move!

Motsoaledi.

Motsoaledi.

- Kathrada.

- Kathrada!

Kathrada, move!

In!

Move, coolie!

- Sisulu?

- Sisulu!

Forward, come!

Move, move, move!

- Mandela.

- Mandela.

Go!

This is it, boy... home,

for the rest of your life.

Mlangeni, come, move.

- Mlangeni.

- Move.

Mlangeni...

Amandla!

- Routine check.

- Get out!

Stay where you are!

Get out of my bedroom!

Get out!

Hey, hey, hey.

Get out! Get out!

Get out!

- Get out!

- Jesus, what a witch.

Get up, you lazy kaffirs!

Time for work!

Up, Kaffir!

Come, come, come! Move!

Every morning

I've got to smell your crap.

Come. Move!

Get back into line, man!

Listen, we are going

to start making demands,

and our first demand

is going to be long trousers.

We have to make them

respect us, and they will,

but it will take time,

but we have time,

so we start small.

- Faster, faster!

- Move, move, you bloody Kaffir!

Move, move!

Lazy boy.

Work. Don't stop.

You work.

I heard about your wife, boy.

Crazy woman.

B*tch.

- Winnie...

- Hey, hey, hey!

- Hey, we are not fighting.

- Just do it, boy.

- Please do it.

- Madiba.

- What is the problem here?

- No problem.

No problem, Sergeant.

No problem.

Let's work, boys.

Let's go, go, go.

Move, move, move.

Every time they make us angry,

it's like they win.

Never let them see you

lose your temper, Madiba.

- Never.

- Hey, what are you looking at?

Turn 'round!

- Number.

- 31159.

- Number.

- 46664.

That is category D.

That's your allocation

for the next 6 months.

Number.

Get these bloody dogs out of here.

- Get out of here.

- Get in the yard, you...

You, you, move it!

Yes, that's it, boys.

That's good, good.

In the rain, right.

- Get your clothes off.

- Strip!

- Take your clothes off.

- Strip! Strip! Strip!

F***ing strip!

- Strip!

- You stink!

- Let's wash the stink off you!

- You are nothing!

When they think

of you in the morning,

they'll think they're

gonna sh*t themselves!

Night in the rain, huh?

Useless kaffirs.

You understand, boys?

You're going to stand

here all night!

You monkeys!

You don't wear clothes

up in your trees, do you?

You black baboon kaffirs!

Stand still in the line.

Useless kaffirs.

- Stand up.

- Get up, up, up!

Stand up! Stand up, you slacker!

You tell your commanding

officer I will be complaining

to the head of the prison

service in Pretoria.

You tell him that!

Get up.

You've got a complaint

to make to Pretoria?

Yes, Colonel.

This prison is out of control,

and those prison guards are nothing

but some drunk hooligans.

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