The Power of One Page #13
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1992
- 127 min
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coming down on a familiar head -- Geel Peit's.
Instinctively the first four prisoners in each group,
the leaders, stand and turn to face their people. They
take up the lead. PK, distracted by his inner vision,
runs off stage. Doc looks after him, worried, but keeps
playing.
CUT TO:
92 INT. PRISON 92
PK runs through the empty cell blocks looking for someone.
PK runs through the corridors. He runs through the
kitchens, the empty dining area, the SOUND of the concert
chasing after him.
He runs through the recreation area and past the boxing
room when he hears a THUD, and another.
He bolts into the room and hits the light switch. The
light over the ring comes on, illuminating Bormann,
truncheon raised over the lifeless, broken body of Geel
Piet.
PK:
No!
Startled, Bormann jumps out of the ring and runs off. PK
scrambles into the ring and cradles the lifeless, bloodied
head in his lap, and begins to sob.
PAN DOWN along Geel Piet's arm to his bloodied hand,
holding the snapshot of him and PK.
The Concerto grows LOUDER around PK until it enfolds him
in its melodies. The voices of Africa, the music of
Europe, reaching for a musical and spiritual crescendo.
PK (V.O.)
Geel Piet died of massive internal
hemorrhage, the result of
Bormann's ramming a truncheon up
into the little man's body until
his entrails spilled out. When
I reached him he was already dead.
I sat there crying, stroking his
head and crying with African
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voices rising to heaven above,
even as her blood soaked the
ground below.
The MUSIC SWELLS until the voices meld as one.
CUT TO:
94 INT. EXAMINERS' ROOM 94
The four examiners all sit enthralled by the story. When
PK looks up, a tear runs down his cheek. Lewis, who is
visibly moved, clears his throat. Another man blows his
nose with a handkerchief, covering his emotions.
LEWIS:
Thank you very much. You will be
notified as to the University's
decision by mail.
PK rises and goes to exit.
LEWIS:
Point of curiousity.
PK turns.
LEWIS:
Your headmaster told me your work
is somewhat autobiographical.
PK:
Yes, sir.
LEWIS:
This Bormann, he was real?
PK:
Yes, sir.
LEWIS:
Was justice ever served?
PK:
Yes, sir. Sergeant Bormann died
of cancer...
(pause)
of the rectum.
PK turns and exits.
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95 EXT. SCHOOL 95
76.
Solly Goldman sits behind the wheel of his old car. Two
figures sneak out of the school and come running toward
the car.
96 INT. CAR 96
Solly starts the engine as PK and Morrie hop in.
PK:
We have to make a stop first.
SOLLY:
The night won't last forever,
boychick.
PK:
It'll only take a minute.
Solly puts the car in gear and drives off.
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97 INT. MARIA'S ROOM 97
Maria is sleeping when a hand goes over her mouth. She
awakes, startled, to PK, finger to lips.
CUT TO:
98 EXT. BLACK TOWNSHIP 98
A police car patrols the edge of the vast, dark, ramshackle
township, its cruiser light scanning the openings
to the dark rutted alleys. It passes and disappears down
the road. A moment later an African steps out of the
shadows and whistles a signal.
CUT TO:
in the shadows, Nguni hears the whistle. He looks at his
watch and up the road, tense, as another set of headlights
appears. Nguni steps back into the shadows.
CUT TO:
100 INT. CAR 100
77.
Solly strains to see out his dirty windshield with the
headlights as his car bumps along the unpaved road.
SOLLY:
Tsar's Army it was just like
this. Six of us -- four Jews,
two Ukranians. Dark as anything.
No streets. In the day we hid in
bushes. At night we went.
MORRIE:
You deserted?
SOLLY:
Whey they come take you at
thirteen years old and tell you
it's twenty-five years in the
Army, it's your duty to desert.
Nguni steps out right into the path of the headlights.
Solly hits the brake hard, throwing everyone forward.
SOLLY:
You said the end of the road.
NGUNI:
Yes, yes. Sorry. I drive.
He opens Solly's door with some urgency. Nguni sees
Maria.
NGUNI:
(smiling)
Welcome, miss, welcome.
MARIA:
Thank you.
Nguni turns into the township and is swallowed by the
dark.
CUT TO:
101 INT. CAR 101
The car bounces along the rutted darkened streets of the
township. The glow of smoldering cooking fires through
open doorways offers minimal illumination to the squalid
lives within. Maria peers out at a world she has never
seen. As the car drives, women and children gather along
the road peering in. Mothers point to PK, instructing
their children.
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VOICES:
Onoshobishobi Ingelosi.
NGUNI:
The people have come from
everywhere to see you.
Maria takes PK's hand, a little nervous. PK smiles at
her confidently.
MORRIE:
Where are the men?
NGUNI:
They are to be witness.
The muffled sounds of VOICES SINGING reaches them, growing
louder as they approach. Maria is tense. Nguni
senses this. He turns to her.
NGUNI:
No worry, miss. It is the sound
of happiness.
He stops the car at a door in a high wooden wall guarded
by two big men.
NGUNI:
We are here.
Everyone gets out of the car and passes through the door
CUT TO:
102 INT. DIMLY LIT CORRIDOR 102
Nguni leads everyone down the hallway. PK is dressed to
fight, hands taped, robe thrown over his shoulders.
MORRIE:
I don't see why we have to weigh
in. They're going to fight
anyway.
NGUNI:
It is very important the people
see everything is correct.
They come to an arch which leads into a big empty room.
In the center of the room stands a scale and a dozen
Africans, all dressed in worn but neatly pressed suits.
Mandoma, the other man who attended PK's fight at school,
clad only in boxing gear, waits on PK.
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PK:
(in Zulu)
I see you, Gideon Mandoma.
MANDOMA:
I see you, PK.
PK:
I just want you to know you fight
a man. Onoshobishobi Ingelosi is
just a name I was given at
Barberton Prison. It means
nothing.
MANDOMA:
It is not for you or me to say
what it means.
An old man, one of the dignitaries says something to
Nguni.
NGUNI:
Please.
He motions for PK to step on the scale. PK does. The
weight is duly noted. Mandoma then does the same. The
twelve men are satisfied. They head for the exit.
NGUNI:
It is time.
He motions for the others to follow. PK goes to walk
with Maria. Nguni pairs him with Mandoma. They exit the
room.
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