Mandela: Long Walk to Freedom Page #4

What right do they

have to assault us?

Now, are you part of a justice system

or gangsters in uniform?

You think you can scare me

with this sh*t about Pretoria?

If those idiots don't

like what I do,

they can sack me.

I don't need their job.

My family's got 5 farms.

I've got money. I do what I like.

Have you got anything

else to say to me?

Yes.

I've put in a request

for long trousers.

Long trousers.

He wants long trousers.

Mandela, follow me.

Speak English only.

Family matters only.

Any political talk,

and I'll terminate the visit. Sit.

Are you all right?

Yes, I'm all right.

Tell me about you.

I'm under a banning order.

But don't worry.

Our friends are helping me.

The girls send their love.

They want to see you.

I think of them everyday.

You must tell them I love them.

They're not allowed visits

until they're 16.

Zindzi's not yet 5.

Tell me about the arrests.

It's nothing I can't deal with.

They like to have

little chats with me.

Usually they wait till just before

the girls come back from school

to take me away.

So the girls will

find an empty home.

They think about these things,

you know.

They think about me a lot.

- How do you bear it?

- By hating them.

And don't tell me I'm wrong,

it keeps me strong.

Hey. Family matters only.

Your mother, Madiba,

she is sick.

They say she will die soon.

I have failed her.

No.

She understands.

And she's proud of you.

Is that true?

She told me so herself.

Mandela, let's go.

Don't touch my children!

- Do not touch my children!

- Get in there!

- Do not... touch my children!

- Mama!

Don't you ever touch my children!

- Mama!

- Mama!

Mommy will come back.

Stay in the house.

Mommy will come back.

Stay in...

- In, Kaffir.

- Mama! Mama!

Mama!

- Mama?

- Mama!

Where are my children?!

Where are my children?

Where are my children?!

What have you done to my children?!

Where are my children?!

Where are my children?

Where are my... children?!

My darling daughters.

I have been told that

our beloved mama

has been arrested again.

This is hard for me

because I am the source

of all your troubles.

Mandela, move!

All that I wish for you

to bear in mind

is that we have a brave

and determined mother

who loves her people

with all of her heart.

When you are grown up,

you will understand how she

has sacrificed her own happiness

in the battle for

truth and justice.

I am only allowed

to send you two letters a year.

I am told you have not

been getting them...

but I shall keep on writing.

There's so little I can do for you.

These letters are the only means

of passing my love to you.

Hands up!

- Could I...

- Louder.

Go toilet.

Go to...

All you have to do is help us.

Then you can go back

to your children.

I piss on you.

Bloody black b*tch!

No, no!

I dreamt about Winnie last night.

Thembi was there, too.

He's living right

there in Cape Town.

Ah, maybe he'll come

and visit you one day.

It's not been easy on the boy.

Man, you terrorists.

Most dangerous men in Africa.

You're a bunch of wild animals.

What are you looking at?

Turn around.

Wild animals, the lot of you.

Now I get it.

We're in a zoo.

I see myself more like a lion.

- A tiger.

- No tigers in Africa, Madiba.

Who told you that?

No, it's a fact,

there have never been tigers.

- There are African tigers, Kathy.

- What kind of a lawyer is a tiger?

Lawyers are cheetahs, Madiba.

Work, you lazy buggers!

Hurry up!

Stop shuffling, you lazy Kaffir.

Hey, boy.

You think you're smart, don't you?

Can't be that smart,

otherwise I wouldn't be here.

You're going to be on this sh*t island

for the rest of your life.

I'll be gone in a year.

Why wait so long?

I mean,

your family have 5 farms.

You've got money.

You don't need this job.

- Who told you that?

- You did.

- Long trousers!

- Long trousers!

Long trousers!

Look at this!

Long trousers.

Can you believe it?

Kathy, you are no longer the daddy.

Well done, Madiba.

Telegram.

Have you read it?

But he's my firstborn son.

It is my duty to bury him.

The orders are you're not

to leave the island, ever.

I'm sorry.

That's just the way it is.

Tata.

Madiba?

I'm losing them all.

My mother.

My son.

My wife.

Come now.

Thank you.

Winnie! Winnie!

Winnie! Winnie! Winnie!

Winnie! Winnie!

Winnie! Winnie! Winnie!

Winnie! Winnie!

Winnie! Winnie...

Winnie?

Winnie, how does it feel?

We love you, Winnie!

Sisi.

Winnie, talk to us.

Are you gonna make a statement?

I say to my jailers...

"Thank you."

And I say to the government,

"Thank you.

You've helped me grow up."

I was very young

when I married Nelson.

- Yes, yes.

- I'm not young anymore.

And I am not afraid anymore.

Amandla!

Awethu!

What are you going to do now?

Winnie! Winnie! Winnie!

Move!

Are you Nelson Mandela?

Yes.

This is what you do?

This is what I do.

I told you these

old men had given up.

- You must show respect, man.

- Respect?

They're killing us on the streets.

But even the children are fighting back,

and he grows tomatoes.

What is your name?

My name is Patrick Lekota.

Mr. Lekota, we have been

in prison for a very long time.

We would be very happy

to listen to you, to learn.

We closed down the schools,

all the schools.

There was no ANC.

We don't need your ANC.

I can see...

that you are very brave.

And you...

and you.

But alone, what can you do?

Together we have power.

Together.

You and I can be killed

or imprisoned,

but the organization goes on...

forever.

- Go back now!

- Aye, aye, brave man.

You'll march with the line!

So, did Brent do well

in his examination?

Not too bad.

What about Zane?

It must be his 14th birthday soon.

Just like you.

Do you ever forget anything?

Last time I saw Zindzi,

she wasn't even three.

Zindzi.

You are so beautiful.

I think of you every day,

but it's the little girl that I see.

And now you have grown

to be a beautiful young woman.

- How is your mother?

- You know Mama.

She's a fighter.

And you?

I'm your daughter.

I want to fight, too.

There's no politics.

That is not politics,

that is my life.

You have your mother's spirit.

- Can I touch you?

- There's no physical contact.

You do touch me.

Tata, I want you to know

I've always loved you,

even without knowing you,

and I've always supported you,

and I've always believed that one day,

you... you'll be free.

We will be able to touch.

You must tell our friends...

that I am strong

and full of hope...

and eager to do

whatever is asked of me.

I'll tell them.

They're waiting for you.

We're all waiting for you.

And we're winning support.

All over the world, there's going

to be a new campaign.

Free Nelson Mandela.

And Walter Sisulu,

and Ahmed Kathrada, all of us.

There's no room on the badge, Tata.

South Africa needs Nelson Mandela.

The world needs Nelson Mandela.

Welcome to the penthouse.

- Uh, Mr. Gregory?

- Mm-hm?

Do we all sleep in the same room?

Yeah.

Then I'm putting in for a transfer.

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