The Bang Bang Club Page #4

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- Hey!

- Who's this?

It's Abdul.

I told him he could ride along.

Greg's been picking up stompies.

- Come on.

- Kevin.

- Abdul. Nice to meet you.

- Let's go, Kev.

What the f***?

They're following us in.

Come on man, f*** this sh*t.

Ah... What's he doin'?

Hey, a**holes!

You make me f***ing sick!

Find your own f***ing bang bang!

Sure...

Hey.

- Who else did you tell about

this place? - Nobody.

- Don't f*** with me, man.

- Seriously, nobody.

- How many people did you tell?

- It's not his fault.

It's not his fault, Joao.

They followed us in.

Ah, okay, man.

Greg. Look down there.

Get down! Get down!

The Zulus are over there, get down!

- What's happening?

- There's no shooting.

They got a sniper with a silencer.

Get down.

Get down!

Ah!

He's been hit!

Sh*t!

Here! Here, here, here, here!

Oh f***!

- Is he dead?

- How the f*** do I know?

He's breathing. I think he's breathing.

F***! I told him he could come.

He wanted to come, man. He wanted in.

Now you see

what we go through every day.

- Get him in the car.

- Come on.

- One, two, three, go.

- Go, go, go.

- In the car.

- Go, go, go.

I got the door.

Watch, watch, watch your head.

Let's go!

Go!

Faster, Joao!

Come on bru, come on!

Stay with us. Come on.

Yeah...

Kevin? Yeah, I know...

He's what? Ah, sh*t.

Okay, I'm on my way.

Ah, he works for us.

Is that it?

We paid your bail.

You okay?

Kev, what the f*** happened, man?

- I ripped my shirt, man. F***.

- All right, let's go.

I'll tell you,

but you know how I was supposed

to cover that thing with, um,

with Mandela at the hotel?

You know? I was supposed to be there.

But then... but then something

went wrong with my bakkie

and then there's a f***ing tree, man,

and I f***ing went right into it.

And then, the f***ing cops came

and they found my stash, man.

Ken, I need a favour.

What?

I just need one frame of Mandela.

That's it. You know,

you said you were going to cover it.

You said you were going to cover it

for The Star.

Right? That's all I need.

I need something to bring in.

No. No way. Not again, man.

My frames belong to the paper.

- I wasn't there.

- You weren't there?

- No.

I just need one frame.

Something to bring in.

F*** you, Kev. No.

Just give him a frame.

Okay. But you must get your sh*t

together, you understand me?

I promise.

Calm down. Kevin... Kevin!

Please.

It wasn't my decision.

Kevin.

You b*tch.

She fired me and Ken watched it.

You f***er. You watched it.

Kevin...

It was the drugs.

Listen, my chinas.

All-all I need is enough money

to cover airfare and hotel.

I have to go to the Sudan with Joao.

You're not gonna smoke that.

It's full of cat hair.

I'm going to get myself sorted.

I need to get my sh*t together. Get...

I'm gonna stop. I'm gonna get sorted.

Did I tell you Allie threw me out?

Mm-hmm. Aye, you told us.

And then Joao's only leaving tomorrow,

so there's still time.

Joao?

Sure. Why not?

That's all I've got.

Here, Kev. I'll give you more

at the airport.

Thanks.

So they've gone?

This morning, yeah.

And you gave him money?

He was really chuffed about it

when we put him on the plane, yeah.

Maybe it'll do him some good.

Hello...

Yeah, it's Greg...

Yeah...

That's what you saw?

Okay...

Yeah, great...

Thanks...

Thanks.

- What are you doing?

- An Inkatha attack in Boipatong.

There's armed men all over the township.

My stringer says some are white

and wearing balaclavas.

Maybe this time I can actually catch

the police doing something.

No, you can't go in there on your own.

You know Ken's in Bop,

covering a boxing match.

It's important I'm there and I'm going.

Jesus, Greg.

This is bullshit.

No one goes into Boipatong at night.

You're behaving just like Kevin.

A f***ing junkie.

F***.

- I'm coming with you.

- Robin...

If it's safe enough for you...

- Would you light that, Robs?

- Yeah, sure.

Can we have a seat?

Hello, sir.

Thank you for letting us into your home.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

But it's important that I find out

what happened here.

They came in buses driven by white men.

And I heard the white men.

They gave them orders:

"Don't talk, just shoot. "

I was here at my mother's house

and my son was with me.

And I left him with my mother

to go home for my wife.

I began to run and they ran after me.

And I heard the white men again,

"Catch him! Catch him!"

But I ran faster

and hid behind some bushes.

And all around me...

I heard them kill people.

Pow! Pow! Pow!

As you would kill insects,

stomping on them with your feet.

When they were gone, I...

I ran to my house...

...found my wife.

She was lying out there...

in the dirt

and her intestines were hanging out.

She said to me, "Where is Isaac?

Where's our son?"

I said, "He's safe.

He's with my mother. "

She said, "Bring him to me. "

So I left her.

I came back here to fetch my son.

When I found my son...

he was dead.

They had no mercy.

May I see your son?

He's in the bedroom.

Robs!

Sorry.

It's too dark.

Come on.

It's in my frame.

You're moving too much. Please.

Can you lean a bit in?

- Just do it. Just do it.

- I'm nearly done.

I can't! I can't! I can't!

Maybe you have to be like that

to do what you do.

Be like what?

I think you have to forget

that those are real people.

There was nothing I could do

for those people, any of them,

except take a photograph.

Nothing.

What do you want from me, Robin?

Nothing.

Okay. Fine. Then why don't you just

leave me the f*** alone?

Right.

Sorry to hear about you and Robin.

Can't say I blame her.

- How was it?

- The whole trip sucked.

Never got near the f***ing rebels.

Nothing but flies and skinny people.

Well, we might be back in business here.

After the massacre that night,

I don't know if

this election's gonna happen.

- No sh*t!

- Well, that's exciting for you guys.

New York Times called.

They're running a Sudan story.

Have you got anything from your trip?

I got kak. Nothing.

There might be something on Kev's roll.

He's been raving about a pic

he took just before we left.

Yeah?

Anything?

It's all sh*t.

Check this.

Jesus.

Sh*t.

The spectre of starvation

is haunting Africa once again.

In southern Sudan, people caught

in a relentless cycle of civil war...

The ongoing civil war

in the Sudan was given a spotlight today

when a photograph taken by

South-African photographer Kevin Carter

was published on the front page

of the New York Times.

The picture, which shows a vulture

stalking a little girl,

has caught the attention of the world...

All right.

- Kev.

- Yeah, hold on...

Wake up. Kevin!

Wake up, buddy. Wake up.

Okay, Nancy, here he is.

- Yo.

- Hey.

Kev.

It's Nancy Buirski,

from the New York Times.

Good. Nancy, it's Kevin.

I need an assignment.

I need some money.

Kevin, your photograph

of the child in Sudan

just won the Pulitzer Prize.

They're going...

they're going to throw me out.

Kevin, did you hear what I said?

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