The Bang Bang Club Page #2

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Press on foot. Press.

It's press, eh?

Press on foot.

Press.

- Press, eh? Press.

- They're using muti.

They think it makes them invulnerable.

That's where they are, on the right.

- Ah, sh*t. Here they come.

- All right.

- Just park on the right there.

- Yeah.

Okay. Here we go.

You ready?

- Yeah.

- Are you sure?

Yeah.

Watch him.

It's all about reading the moment.

Watch him, man. He's the best.

He always works from the outside in.

And when it peaks...

You're there.

It's a thing of beauty, my friend.

Then, you shoot a black frame.

That just simply tells the desk

that's your best shot.

Let's go find one ourselves. Huh?

That's an army-issue R1.

Where the f*** are they

getting the guns?

What the f*** do you care, man?

It doesn't matter.

Just take the picture.

I guess the muti isn't working so well

this morning.

They still think it's working fine,

just not for them.

Go.

Can't you at least pretend to be scared?

Cool.

# I heard about this new disco

# So I really wanted to dance

# I just want to go in

and see my friend Romeo in there

Hiya

# But when I phoned up my honey

# She kept talking to me about other men

Come, let's grab a drink.

Let's get a drink.

# It made me sore

I couldn't believe my ears

# So I felt real mad...

Joao!

Hi, I'm Viv. You must be Greg.

Yeah, hi.

So you decided to join up

with these crazies, eh?

Ken!

I want you meet someone.

So is this the young man?

Greg, this is Alf Khumalo.

It's really nice to meet you, sir.

It's an honor.

I know your photographs well.

How are you feeling with our big chief?

You're not gonna tell him

what a racist bastard I am, are you?

Well, you still young, Ken,

you'll get over it, you know.

So Ken, another whitey photographer

making money

off the spilled blood of Africans, eh?

Ah, Sonny. Cool it.

Let him be.

F*** it. I'm too thirsty

to have this argument.

Promised this oke a drink.

Alf, Sonny, Thoko.

Cheers.

- See you guys later.

- Welcome, Greg.

Thanks, sir.

Two beers, please.

Whew, what was that about?

Ah, it's much harder

if you're a black photographer.

- Here you go.

- There you go, bru.

Thanks.

If you're an Inkatha supporter,

the ANC comrades want to kill you.

If you're ANC,

the Inkatha Zulus want to kill you.

So really, there's always somebody

who wants to kill you.

Doesn't matter whose side you're on.

And you...

You're lucky 'cause you're white.

As you've shown,

you can go anywhere.

School's out, china. Let's drink.

- Cheers, man.

- Cheers!

You're Ken Oosterbroek, aren't you?

Yeah.

- Hi.

- Hi.

This is Greg. Greg, Sam.

Pleasure.

# Where will you be

when the saviour comes

# Will you be on your knees

or behind a gun

# Will you be happy to see him

# Or will you want to run

# Will you be afraid

of what the people say

# When you look

at what the people have done

# And if you chance

# To meet him

# Will you know he's the one

# That you have been seeking

# Is it love

Whoa whoa whoa

# Whoa whoa

That you want

# Will you feel his spirit in the air

# Will it take you...

# Na na na na na na...

It's Kevin's.

- It's great.

- Yeah.

Come and see this.

I'm calling it Our Hidden War.

These are the shots I'm gonna use.

Three of them are yours.

Sh*t.

You should use this one too.

Hands off.

And, ah... that one.

Stop. Stop it.

- They'll never let you run this.

- They have to.

These pictures are gonna show up

on front pages all over the world.

We'll look like idiots

if we don't use them ourselves.

We don't know

what the government will do.

We have no idea

what we can get away with.

Oh, so you want to see

what you can get away with?

You're a f***ing troublemaker,

you know that?

- Is it?

- Yeah.

I don't date photographers.

Yeah?

You keep terrible hours,

you drink too much and you're crazy.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

And then there's some bad stuff too.

Not too much to report

but anger and pain

and thinking, "Where's the way out?"

How do we get out of this mess?

Bloody little daylight in the daylight,

if you catch my drift.

But tonight, my brus,

tonight the moon is high.

You can see the new century

coming towards us

and it sounds like this.

# Can't get the stink off

# He's been hanging round for days

# Comes like a comet

# Suckered you but not your friends

You don't tell anyone about this.

# One day he'll get to you

and teach you...

She knows what she's doing.

Anyway, it's about time.

You know, I always thought

it was gonna be me.

Kev, it was never gonna be you, man.

But Robin and the new guy?

Yeah, the new guy.

- How's it?

- How's it?

Yeah. How's it?!

- Out with it!

- Come on!

- What? What?

- Sex with Robin.

Okay, we make you join our little club

and then...

You're in the club now.

I have no idea

what you're talking about.

# Bang bang

# Bang bang...

You're mad.

There's cops in there.

Go on,

they're too sh*t scared to come out.

Believe me.

It's marijuana!

Did you catch my show last night?

Every... f***ing cut, every one.

Stones, every cut.

Kevin, do you ever sleep?

Can you believe it?

Can you f***ing believe it?

Kev, shut up.

Shadows.

- F***!

- What's wrong?

I thought he was still alive.

He's dead. It's just a body spasm.

Kev, if you've got the shot,

move on, man.

Ugh!

- Who is he?

- He's Inkatha.

- Are you sure?

- He's Zulu.

Yeah he's Zulu,

but how do you know he's Inkatha?

We know him. We are sure.

Ugh! Ugh!

Stop it! Stop!

Stop taking pictures.

Yeah, I'll stop taking pictures

when you stop killing him.

You saw what they did to us.

- What if he's not guilty?

- Doesn't matter.

It will be a warning for the next ones.

Greg, behind you!

Greg!

Get out of there!

Oh f***. Oh f***.

He's burning. He's burning.

So I ran after him.

The sun was right behind him.

Didn't have time to check my meter,

so I press the button.

I just kept thinking F 5.6, F 5.6.

I started to frame for my next shot.

Just then, this guy runs up

with a f***ing panga...

and brings it down on his head.

You're shaking.

But at least I've got the pictures.

Greg you know we're not going to be able

to use the pictures.

They're too graphic.

Then what the f*** am I doing out there?

- It wasn't my call.

- Yeah, I know, but f***!

Ah, there he is!

There's the little f***er.

It was f***ing mal out there today, huh?

Okay.

Tell him.

I sent your pictures to AP,

they sent it to London.

They wanted every f***ing shot

you took today.

- Do you know what that means?

- What?

Your shots all over the world.

- You're joking.

- It's payday, buddy.

- A joke...

- Money! Money, baby!

- Yes! Woo!

- Yes! Greg!

You did it!

# Bang bang...

Robin Comly.

Robin Comly, is she here?

Yes.

- I'm Robin.

- I'm looking for Greg Marinovich.

What do you want him for?

He has taken a photograph of a crime.

I want him and the rolls of film.

Greg is freelance. He comes and goes.

And we didn't use

this particular picture,

so I don't think we can help you.

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