The Bang Bang Club Page #3

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A crime was committed.

A man brutally murdered.

We intend to obtain his photographs

and identify the perpetrators.

I have here a 205 subpoena

which compels Mr. Marinovich

to testify or face arrest.

By law, you must sign

to acknowledge receipt.

Make sure he gets it.

- Sh*t.

- We've got no choice.

We have to notify the police

that we've seen you.

Are you okay?

- I don't know, bru.

- What you gonna do?

I'm not f***ing testifying.

I mean, I don't like what they did,

but I'm not f***ing helping the cops.

Just give them the photographs.

- F*** that.

- What do you want to be a hero for?

There's only one reason

why he shouldn't.

If he gives them the photographs

and if he testifies,

the next day, in every township,

on every street, we're all targets.

We'll have taken sides.

I think you should make yourself scarce

for a while.

Hi.

Came off the telex 10 minutes ago.

It's a Pulitzer.

You're joking?

- No, I'm not.

- They can't arrest him now.

- Too much publicity.

- Well, do you know where he is?

Yeah.

So what are you waiting for?

Give him a call.

Yeah!

- Another one for Greg! Pulitzer boy!

- Yeah!

Woo!

- Yes!

- Go, Kev! Kev, Kev, Kev, Kev!

Thank you...

Listen, can I, can I,

can I say a couple of words?

Hello?

I just-I just want to say

a couple of words.

I'm Ronald Graham,

and for those of you who don't know,

I'm the editor of The Star.

And I just want to add my...

I'd just like to add my voice

to the congratulations for Greg.

You know, winning a Pulitzer

is no small thing.

You know we are very,

very proud of Greg.

Even though we weren't

the people who published the photos

in the first place.

Big mistake!

Oops! It's our mistake.

Your mistake.

But I think we're forgiven

because Greg is here tonight.

Actually, you know, Greg,

when you, ah...

When you went off to New York

to collect your prize,

a lot of us thought you weren't

gonna come back again,

but here you are.

I had to come back, Ronnie.

There's no bang bang over there.

Congratulations! It's well deserved!

Woo!

So, congratulations, Greg.

That was awesome.

Oh, thank you. I appreciate that.

Ah, f***, Greg. Screw your award.

Your f***ing photograph,

it's everywhere.

The government is using it to show

how we animals cannot govern ourselves.

How the f*** do you like that?

- Sonny, leave it.

- Even the ANC says

it's a white man's photo

taken for white man's purposes.

- Sonny, it's not his fault.

- Is that what you think?

- Let him enjoy his moment, man.

- Sonny, is that what you think?

Forgive him, Greg.

You okay?

No. No.

Greg, I, I keep having this dream

and in it, I'm dying.

I think you've had

one pint too many, bru.

No, it's... I'm getting...

I'm getting crucified

and there's this big f***ing lens

that just keeps zooming in on me.

- Yeah?

- Yeah!

It's just a dream, Kev.

I wake up screaming my head off.

Kev...

What am I supposed to say?

I don't know.

Maybe you need to see a doctor.

Yeah, yeah.

You're just reading

into everything, huh?

Yeah, that's what I do.

Let's get out of here.

- Sure. Now?

- Yeah.

- All right. We're going.

- Cheers.

Cheers.

You know, he didn't know what it was.

I heard they had to tell him

what a Pulitzer was.

It's dumb luck.

Ask me, Ken. I'll tell you.

Pure dumb luck.

Yeah, Jimmy.

You just have the sheer bloody luck

to find yourself ten feet away

from a burning man.

Luckily, you're just two feet away

from an oke with a knife,

taking swipes at the back of your neck.

I mean, you'd be sure to keep your eye

nailed to your viewfinder, right?

You check your F-stop,

used for a wall of flame.

Right?

So when you're that lucky,

come see me.

And we can talk about whether

Greg Marinovich deserves a Pulitzer.

I'm just saying, Ken.

It was a great night.

I was really surprised

by Ronald's speech.

I really didn't expect him

to do that.

Ah, okay.

Okay.

Greg.

Slow down. Slow down.

Greg.

Greg, stop. Greg.

Greg. Stop.

Greg, stop it. Stop it!

What's wrong with you?

Nothing.

Doesn't seem like nothing.

I'm sorry.

It's all f***ed up.

I win this prize

and then the ANC publicly accuses me

of being a state spy.

I f***ing hate them all.

All of them.

The... Inkatha, the comrades,

this place.

- I f***ing hate it all!

- Greg.

Greg.

It's okay.

Okay.

Hey.

I'm Kevin.

I know who you are.

You do? Sh*t.

My own mother

doesn't even know who I am.

Um...

You're one of those photographers

who takes the pictures?

Yeah, I am.

I really like your pictures.

Thank you.

Are you a... are you a journalist?

No, I'm-I'm a teacher.

A teacher?

Listen, um, my chinas and me,

we're having a braai on Sunday.

Okay.

Would you come?

I mean, your friends

are-are more than welcome

to-to join... It'll...

- I'd love that.

- Yes?

- Yes.

- Okay.

Here.

Let's try this again.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Greg, it's a great picture.

Yeah.

It is.

You know, sometimes I think

about doing something else.

I'm not sure I believe you.

I'm not sure I'm telling the truth.

# Sometimes I feel so happy

# Sometimes I feel so sad

# Sometimes I feel so happy

# But mostly you just make me mad

Oh!

# Baby you just

- # Make me mad

- Your man here...

# Linger on

# Your pale blue eyes

- No!

- No?

# Linger on

# Your pale blue eyes

Ah!

F***ing butchery this morning.

I really like this one.

She's not going to last

more than a week anyway.

Hey, Joao, f*** you.

What the f***?

Ken, come check this.

We've just done a layout over here.

It's a story about you guys.

You're going to love it, it's great.

There's no way you're printing this.

What, bru?

We're not f***ing paparazzi.

Come on, you kind of are.

F*** you, man.

It's like saying we're f***ing hyenas.

No, no, look, it's a really

positive story about you guys, okay?

Take it out, you f***ing wanker,

or I'll take you out.

He's right, bru.

- Take it out.

- All right, all right, Joao.

What about club?

The Bang Bang Club?

That's so f***ing lame.

No, club's fine.

Leave it in.

Sam, can you please get the plates?

I'm going to.

Long have we awaited...

- Bye, all. Thanks, Sam.

- Cheers.

Ciao, Viv.

Cheers.

Excuse me, sir? Hello.

I'm Abdul Shareef.

I'm a photographer as well and...

I'm just trying to find out

how do I join this Bang Bang Club.

Just tell him it's f***ing full.

There's no club, man.

You know the Macho Chicken

just off Old Potch Road?

Yes sir, I can find it.

Well if you turn up there one morning,

who knows.

Thank you.

Thank you.

You were very nice to that guy.

Not long ago I was that guy.

Morning, my chinas.

- How's it, bru?

- Morning.

- Hey what's with all the journos?

- Greg. Morning.

- Thanks.

- Ah, them?

Yeah, they've been here every morning

the past week.

Waiting.

Yeah, I've been getting phone calls

about this f***ing Bang Bang Club sh*t.

Some Frenchman called me from Paris.

Wants to know

how he can become a member.

- What?

- No sh*t.

- Yeah.

- Hey, bru.

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