The Forgiven Page #5

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Oh,

Mpilo, you're crazy.

No.

So what are you talking about?

You've spent a lifetime

defending the dignity of others.

Never to give up, never.

You're not going to give up now.

Absolutely not.

Yes.

So much hate over what?

Over what, huh?

A pigment of our imagination.

Ah.

Mr. Pollsmoor's completely

underestimated you,

completely.

This pack,

plus this,

if you take out Blomfeld.

No hassle for a month

for any of your boys.

Why you want him dead?

He's a f***in' rock spider.

You understand,

it's good for you, him gone.

He wants your territory.

Make it soon.

Salute.

Salute.

Salute.

Salute.

Salute.

Salute.

Salute, salute, salute.

Can I help you

with something, kaffir?

You are Blomfeld?

What you want,

huh?

What you want?

I said.

This is a death knife.

You know what's going

to happen to you now,

don't you boy?

Yes, sir.

What you say?!

I said, yes sir, I know.

You got some guts coming

over here trying to take me on.

What have I done to you?

Hmm?

Something from the past?

With your family maybe?

Why you do this thing?

I've been paid

to come and kill you.

Show me your marks.

Take your top off, f*** it!

I've got no marks, sir.

How come?

How come, no 28 tattoos?

I'm not a soldier yet.

I didn't think so.

How old are you?

Seventeen years, sir.

Seventeen?

So why they send you?

Nobody sent me.

Wanna be a man, eh?

Join the brotherhood, eh?

How long you're in for?

Four years, sir.

You kill me that becomes 20.

Is that what you want?

No, no, no, sir.

You're Mogomat's wifey?

Manservant, is that it?

You've f***ed yourself now,

haven't you?

You're like a rat in a maze.

What's your name?

Mboweni, Benjamin.

Mboweni? You Tsonga?

My dad is a Tsonga.

He comes from Mpumalanga.

What they're gonna do

to you now, Benjamin?

They will... they will...

they will kill me, sir.

They will kill you.

Yes, they will.

I return one of your own.

See? Blomfeld,

you're taking our woman, now?

No, he bloodied me

by himself,

one-on-one.

Benjamin.

No Benjamin.

Wait.

You can take me.

Sure you can.

But I take a few noses, ears,

and pricks with me,

for sure I do.

You all hate me

for what I've done

to your people.

I absorb your hate.

I feed on it.

And you, Francois,

you bliksem c*nt?

You hate me for all those terrible

things we've done together.

Discipline.

No.

No one.

No one.

Yes, he does.

I stand for him.

Quiet.

Benjamin.

Salute!

Salute!

Blomfeld,

I'll offer you a drink.

In your f***ing dreams, kaffir.

And don't come

back, you'll get a lick

of my f***ing cigarette, dude!

Did Howard leave?

Yes.

You know I think

Mr. Pollsmoor is a lost cause.

I hope you haven't sent Howard

on a wild goose chase.

I haven't.

I'm getting to know my enemy.

Leah has been teaching me.

Any news

about Mrs. Morobe?

Kefilwe called.

She's out of hospital.

Good.

Father,

you feeling better?

Yes.

The other night

I got really, really angry

with God.

So angry with God, I said,

"How can you allow

such and such and such

and such a thing to happen?"

So, I scolded God

for not showing the world

who was in charge.

I said, "Are you

in charge, God?"

But then,

I realized

that that was His way

of getting my backside

off of the pity potty.

Mrs. Van Den Bergh?

You're a very punctual man,

Mr. Varney.

They told me at the shop

you'd be arriving at 11:00.

11:
00 it is.

Do you remember someone

called Piet Blomfeld?

You look like

you need a cup of tea.

Come inside.

Oh, go then!

They think they're Alsatians.

That's blood.

You need vinegar to clean blood.

I said you need vinegar.

The acid cuts the blood.

Scrub.

You're very lucky

to be here, Benjamin.

This place

is better than any school.

Hey!

First, it'll teach you

who you are.

Then, if you have the balls,

it'll teach you

that the only person

you can change is yourself.

Understand?

I know I gave my word

that I would stand for you,

but other than that,

I don't give a poes.

I told you not to come here.

Please...

f***.

Kruger?

Pollsmoor.

Yes?

Archbishop,

they are going

to piss themselves in hell

they are, at what

I'm going to do.

Come see me.

Yes,

I'm going to tell you

about a certain braai

and what we done when we were

knocking back a few drinks.

You will wish to God

you never listened.

After that,

you can forget about me.

You'll have what you came for

and you and I will be done.

I will come tomorrow.

It's a f***ing mess of sh*t.

Let Mrs. Morobe know

that Blomfeld is going to talk.

Thank you.

This one's got my will in it.

This one's a just-in-case,

if you know what I mean.

Will you post

that one personally,

outside the prison?

Yes,

we will move you

to the high security corridor.

You will be safe there.

Safe? Yes.

Safe it is.

Mr. Varney.

Mr. Varney.

You forgot the press clippings.

Thank you.

There is something

that I haven't told you.

After it was over,

the shooting,

you have

to understand one thing,

Rian Blomfeld, Piet's father,

was a bigoted monster.

After it was over,

he beat Piet up so badly,

he broke his arm.

And then the family

moved to Zimbabwe

and they sent Piet

to a white boarding school.

He was just ten years old.

He was away

when the family was wiped out.

Revenge, people thought.

And he blames himself

for all of it.

I hope you can help Piet,

can you?

I hope so.

Goodbye Mrs. Van den Bergh

and good luck.

So he's coming to see him then,

tomorrow.

Who?

Who's coming to see who?

That f***ing kaffir Archbishop.

He's coming to see Blomfeld.

He got the department

to overrule the governor.

Blomfeld is f***ing with me.

What is it

with you and Blomfeld?

We were in the same

hit squad together.

He got arrested,

I went undercover.

Me and him, we go back,

way back,

even before Vlakplas.

Boss himself gave us orders.

F***er!

Too f***ing right, brother.

He crosses, he sinks me.

F***.

I never took him for a canary.

You know, the governor's

got him on J-Wing.

Yeah?

Well, that won't

f***ing save him.

What are you gonna do, Sergeant?

I'm gonna put the sh*t

heap on lockdown.

I still got friends.

F***ing quick off the mark.

I give them that.

Time to pay,

but you burn in hell with me.

Oh, yeah, for sure you burn.

No lusting to hang on,

no prayers, no begging,

never submit, never yield.

Let them come.

Let them f***ing come!

Well then,

how are you feeling now,

a bit f***ed?

So you thought

you could f***ing snitch.

I am what I am.

See you in hell,

you knuckle-dragging maggot.

Hansi!

Hansi!

Hansi!

It was

the girl's time of the month.

So we stripped her naked.

We made her stand there

with her hands above her head

while the blood

ran down her legs,

to break her spirit.

Her boyfriend,

Siswe Nxumalo was still drugged

in the back of the bakkie.

Some of the boys,

Hansi Coetzee,

Francois Schmidt,

some of the others,

they went and got the tires

and the wood for the burning.

Oh, and Rensberger,

he went back to the farm

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