The Forgiven

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Smile.

Good.

Neil hits him for the

six, a terrific shot,

lands straight in the cut.

Eldridge fields the ball.

The crowd is really tense now

as it's Tyson's turn

to take up the attack again.

The Typhoon bowls with avidity

and it's slightly wide...

Today, I'm gonna

tell you a little story

of a witch

who was called Nomahange.

In a big pot, and

while they're cooking

the witch will sing

Sisiboge!

Piet, Piet!!

It's my... it's my Pa!

Come on.

Don't worry, don't worry.

I'm going to talk to him.

You little bastard!

I told you not to come here.

Voetsek!

Where is my daughter?

She hasn't been home

since last night.

No.

Just get out of here.

No.

Just get out of here.

No. Where is my daughter?

No!

Get out of here.

Just get out of here.

Hi, there.

Archbishop!

Kefilwe,

I'll be right there!

Oh, you're right, she is beautiful.

Yes.

When did your daughter disappear?

She disappeared

three year, Father.

Go on, please.

She go in the night.

She say she very afraid.

She go to see

her boyfriend Osiswe.

She did tell me that Osiswe

was in the mix

of security police.

Father,

they're not coming back,

not she, not Osiswe,

are they?

I'm gonna to look into it.

I promise.

Blomfeld! Come!

Come, Blomfeld!

Hey, Blommie!

Hey, Blommie.

Hey, Blommie, Blommie.

Blomfeld.

Stop!

For f*** sake!

I been searched a dozen

times already, Kruger.

And now you get

searched again, Blomfeld.

You looking

for some hospital time

and a compensation claim, boy?

Come. Walk.

The f*** are you staring at, kaffir?

Not in my office,

unless you want me to throw this

in the waste bin.

Prisoner Blomfeld,

do you seriously think

the Archbishop

is going to bother to read this?

Let alone come

all the way out here

to see a convicted

death squad assassin?

Dismissed!

Get him out of here.

Check you later, poes.

Well...

they're right.

The tumor is halted, Your Grace.

But it's too early

to be speaking of remission.

Only time will tell.

So I can be run over

by a bus tomorrow

and then I'll die a healthy man.

I heard your interview

on the radio.

Truth and reconciliation

between all sides

would be a fine thing.

But it's too early

for us to be speaking

of remission?

May I have a word

in private, Doctor Biehl,

away from these ears

of this old goat?

She's going to ask you to ask me

to rest.

No. I'm going to tell him

to order you to rest.

When Mandela asked me to head

the Truth

and Reconciliation Commission,

he gave me a choice

precisely because he knew

I had no choice.

When the President speaks...

we have no choice,

do we, Doctor?

It seems not.

Exactly! See?

Move.

We grant amnesty to a black face,

we are accused of being biased;

If we grant amnesty to a white,

we are accused of being

Boer stooges.

It's impossible.

Sise,

difficult is not

the same thing as impossible,

is it, Archbishop?

Two politicians

are deadlocked.

In the end...

one says,

"Look,

I'll admit I'm wrong

if you'll admit I'm right."

"Agreed, agreed,

but you go first."

"Okay.

I'm wrong,"

says the first politician.

And the second politician yells,

he yells,

"You're right!

You're right!

You are wrong!

You are wrong!"

Bish, it's for you

Good people all over the world

are praying for our success.

Well, maybe they need

to pray a bit harder.

Oh, Alex, have hope.

No. You're gonna need

stamina, leading that lot.

Yes. But if the

Commission can weld itself

into somewhat of a united group,

then there's hope

for the nation.

Is that Blomfeld's letter?

Yes, it is.

Which should have been shredded,

as I advised.

I can't get it out

of my head, Vinnie.

It is... it's so articulate.

He quotes Plato's Republic

and...

John Milton.

It's just...

it's quite engaging.

Don't go to Pollsmoor,

that's my advice.

He's, um, only out

to harm you, you know,

he'll try and destroy you.

Don't exaggerate.

Don't.

Father,

he's a psychopath

and a convicted killer.

I know who he is.

Well, then?

No one...

is beyond redemption, Vinnie.

Hmm.

Prisoner Blomfeld, go to C-Block.

You have a visitor.

Oh. All right.

Nice one.

Bloody Hell.

He fell over.

Thank you, Sergeant.

The f***ing prison bastard

told me you wouldn't come.

"No way," he said.

But I knew you would come.

I knew you wouldn't be able

to resist it.

Genius.

Well, you are sure

that I would come,

so I'm sure

that you are prepared.

Don't play with me, bru.

Don't delude yourself.

Delude myself?

Thinking you can get inside here.

Well, then

let's stop the games

before they go any further.

This is no f***ing game, kaffir.

Hey. Hmm.

"Father."

"Father"...will do.

You got to be kidding yourself

that what's gonna

happen here is random.

I've read all about you.

Studied it.

I've got plenty of time to do

what I need to do.

Mr. Blomfeld,

what is it that you want?

Is it amnesty?

And if it is?

Well, now,

I'm not saying that I can even

consider your application.

But if you want to be free,

from then part of the process

in seeking amnesty...

"Involves making a full

and frank confession,

leaving nothing out."

I know, I can bloody read.

You will have

to seek forgiveness.

You must ask for it.

Forgiveness?

Forgiveness for what?

For offing some black

bastard thieving scum

trying to steal my country?

It's our country.

F*** that! Your country.

What have your people

ever done to build it?

Two years ago,

we had an election.

A free election,

where anyone who wanted

to vote could do so

without violence.

Now, that is an achievement.

That's what helps you sleep

easy at night, is it?

Pride in your achievement,

hmm?

Listen, boy...

Uh-uh,

"Father." We agreed on that.

How does it feel...

hmm?

Colluding with your

former white masters?

Colluding?

In what way?

Once a slave,

always a slave.

Your white masters

haven't gone away,

have they?

You're still serving them

the same kak!

Except now it's called

"reconciliation".

You're covering them,

that's what it amounts to.

Come on,

be honest,

it's easy if you try.

We either learn to live together

in this country

or we will die together

in this country.

Well done, kaffir!

You've grasped the bottom line.

Life is one animal

eating another.

Death is one animal

being eaten by another.

You either have a full belly

or you're in a full belly.

Darwin. Unalterable facts.

The rest is just

window dressing.

Chintz.

We are all God's children.

We are all connected

by a common humanity.

I could tell you a thing

or two about humanity,

about what's buried

in the red earth

of this country, hmm?

About "Disappearing,"

about the "Elimination,"

about the "Unconventional

Operational Methods,"

about "Hit Squads,"

about "Hacksaw".

Oh, yeah.

So you think we share

a common humanity, kaffir?

We are...

all capable of acts

of depravity.

Even you? Yes?

Yes, even me.

Good boy!

Now, the truth... When you sit

on that commission of yours,

don't tell me

you don't feel anger?

Oh, I feel anger.

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