The Forgiven Page #2

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And you wonder, don't you?

Why God just doesn't

f***ing wipe the slate clean

of his two-legged creation?

Sometimes I wonder that.

I feel sorry for you,

mission-school boy.

Turn the other cheek, hey?

To forgive is a choice

made by other ordinary people

much more courageous

than I will ever be.

Ah! Come on!

Be a man. Own the fire

in your belly.

Go for it.

I refuse your version

of humanity,

and I intend to continue

to struggle...

against it.

How many on that commission

of yours are priests?

Four.

Clever, our leaders,

aren't they?

Forgiveness is f***ing baked

into the cake.

Civil war,

which you seem to want,

is not in anyone's interest.

A blood bath is inevitable.

It's pure.

It's honest!

Out of the bloodbath

emerges the victor.

The stronger, the superior,

who the weak and inferior

have to kneel before.

You'll fail today

or you'll fail tomorrow.

I'm right, aren't I, kaffir?

I can see it in your face,

you see,

I want the war between us

to drag us all

into the bloody vortex,

because the winner who emerges,

listen to me,

will be white.

Visit's over.

The visit's over!

Why did you ask me

to come here, Mr. Blomfeld?

To offer you the very thing

you thought to offer me.

Enlightenment.

We've been parading

our limitations all day.

So, hopefully we'll find

some enlightenment later.

I have killed.

I've killed lots.

Killed the kaffirs

because I chose to.

Exercised my free will to do it,

enjoyed it.

So don't you come in here

with your f***ing cross

pretending you can love me.

You swear...

too much.

Too right, my bru.

But now I'm inside your head,

staring right back at you

every time you look

in the mirror.

Hatred,

always in you, from now on.

I'm right aren't I, kaffir?

Brutality is the aberration,

Mr. Blomfeld, not love.

Think on that,

no matter...

how uncomfortable

it may make you feel.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Thank you.

Be careful.

He was security police.

Some of them are.

Amandla.

Amandla.

I see now what your plan is.

F*** you all, Schmidt.

Open.

Open.

There goes the

holiday in Namibia Se Poes.

You said all the records

was destroyed?

There was just too much.

Nobody's going

to find out anything

if you just hou jou bek.

And that goes for you too, Mosi.

Let me sort this out.

How is it, Chommie?

Long time no see.

I see you got some new friends.

Can I help?

Yeah, take him to the toilet,

looks like he needs a piss.

Where is the Archbishop?

Why?

Because he's not playing

in the sand.

He's busy.

It's hard work.

You need some sun screen.

You might have a long wait,

the Archbishop

is seeing someone.

Waiting is our game, lady.

Waiting's our game.

Mrs. Morobe, Kefilwe,

there must be something else

you could tell me.

Nobody see her

ever since she go.

Nobody knows nothing.

But Mpho did tell me

that Osiswe was afraid.

So, she was frightened?

I tell her, stay in house.

Mpho tells me,

"I'm not Mamparra,

I'm not live like prisoner."

Father,

Mpho did tell me that Osiswe

was in the mix

of Security Police,

afraid of Operation

Hacksaw or something.

Hacksaw?

Operation Hacksaw?

Father,

I'm begging you, Father,

please!

Find me just one piece of bone

so I can make

a decent burial for my girl.

I promise,

Mrs. Morobe,

I promise.

Thank you.

Officer.

Good morning, Archbishop.

Excuse me, Your Grace.

I just want to ask him

a question.

It's okay.

Okay.

Can I ask you a question?

It's about loyalty.

Sir,

you served your country

for 30 years,

loyally,

then you witch-hunted.

That's kak, no?

This is not a witch hunt.

Thank you, Officer.

Excuse me, sir,

Your Grace, just...

I was just wondering.

Do you people think

you're better than us?

And the reason I say that

is because,

let's say going forward,

we get a really kak president

and those are our bodies

buried there.

Will you still be digging us out

and crying about reconciliation?

I pray we will.

I believe we will.

Yeah,

but you can't guarantee it,

can you?

Thank you, officer.

Excuse me.

Listen, lady,

I am an officer of the law,

I can ask him what I'd like.

Excuse me, Your Grace,

I'd like to ask you

one more question.

You tell me,

what good is any of this?

What's... What's buried

should stay buried.

The only thing

that will stay buried

is anger

and resentment.

Don't think you don't need us

on your side,

that's all I'm saying.

There are no sides,

we are one nation now.

One nation?

Hell, we're all going to be

covered in gold

at the end of this rainbow.

Good day, officer.

I'm sorry, Your Grace.

It's okay. It's okay.

No, they've got nothing on us...

It's a klomp kak.

We just need to keep quiet,

keep our mouths shut.

Mosi, come.

So many secrets.

It's like a cancer.

Is it that evil creature

in Pollsmoor?

Don't let him inside,

you hear me?

If I'm the only person

that he's inside,

then it wouldn't be so bad.

Note to self then, Archbishop,

don't go back into Pollsmoor.

You hear me?

Vinnie, can you...

can you get Oliver

or one of our researchers

to look and to give me

information

on this secret operation

called "Hacksaw"?

Okay.

Huh?

Of course, sir.

Huh, do you?

What do you advise me?

Why Mogomat?

Yes, Benjamin's a b*tch.

You a wife.

He's the general's wife.

Please explain to us

the purpose of the SSA.

The SSA, Security police,

its purpose was to extract

information.

We were told to keep it clean,

but, uh...

Go on,

Mr. Xhosa.

Torture included

the punching of genitals

until blood came, and pus.

Electric rods in vaginas.

Sorry.

Does the name...

Mpho Morobe

mean anything to you?

No.

What about operation Hacksaw?

Mr. Chairman,

I must interrupt this witness.

I have here

a High Court order of sub judice

that forbids further testimony

of this witness.

Really?

Alex.

Colonel,

do you have nothing to say

to these families?

To David Lyon's family

or...

Simba Goniwe's family.

Families who have had no news

of their beloved son

or their adored husband

for years.

Do you have nothing to say

that would ease their pain?

That might give them...

closure?

I will say only this,

Archbishop,

we were fighting a war

against communism.

I was battling a threat

to us all.

Communist regimes,

harsh, repressive regimes,

intent on making Africa theirs.

Colonel,

look at the faces

of these families.

They are your own people!

Colonel, you cannot change

what is over

or where you have been,

but you can change

where you now go.

Mr. Chairman,

I have lodged a complaint

with the Public Protector

to have a declaration

that this proceeding

is a politically motivated slur

against my client's

honor and integrity,

and that of the SADF.

Really, son?

This farrago...

is alienating a large sector

of white South Africa.

Now, if that was your intention,

you have achieved it.

And I do not see

how this furthers the aim

of peace and reconciliation.

Everyone,

we are taking

a five-minute break, please.

Mrs. Morobe,

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