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The Power of One Page #5
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1992
- 127 min
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Cottage, Room 22, Devilliers
School. They don't call it
'Fortress Virgin' for nothing.
You'll never get in.
PK slips his school blazer on.
PK:
You going to take book on that?
MORRIE:
Already have. Three-to-one says
you don't.
PK:
Where'd you bet?
MORRIE:
I took a big position you do.
23.
PK smiles at his friend and starts to leave. Morrie
stuffs some banknotes in his breast pocket.
MORRIE:
In case you have to bail yourself
out.
PK boxes him around playfully and skips out, running the
gauntlet of the celebration outside.
CUT TO:
33 EXT. DEVILLIERS SCHOOL FOR GIRLS - NIGHT 33
Indeed, "Fortress Virgin." Surrounded by a high stone
wall, the school's gothic towers loom medieval in the
African moonlight. A security guard mans the front gate.
PK takes a route through shadows and shrubs, searching
for a way in. He finds one in a tree whose massive limbs
reach over the wall. In a flash PK is up the tree and
over the wall.
CUT TO:
PK makes his way through the darkened campus. A few students
and some staff are about. PK hugs the shadows as
best he can. PK passes a statue dominating the quad -a
Boer family from the last century; the man looking forward,
his gun braced for action; the women and children
at his shoulder, brave, resolute.
CUT TO:
PK comes up to the cottage where a few girls can be seen
through the windows studying at lamplit desks or readying
for bed. Other rooms are already dark. PK slips inside
the building.
CUT TO:
36 INT. BUILDING 36
PK moves along the hall looking for room 22.
He is about to turn a corner when TWO GIRLS chattering in
Afrikaans come down a staircase. PK backs into a
24.
darkened room to his left. The girls appear in robes
with towels and toiletries and step into the same room.
One flicks on the light to reveal the shower room -- 14
separate cubicle stalls. Still chattering, the girls
disrobe.
pressed hard against the inside wall of a stall with a
clear view of the proceedings. He holds his breath as
one of the girls heads towards his stall. Her girlfriend
cautions her.
GIRL:
Those are always cold. Use this
one.
The girl turns away to another stall just in time. The
SHOWERS START. PK allows himself to breathe again. He
exits quickly.
CUT TO:
38 INT. ROOM 38
Maria Marais sits at her desk in a nightgown, working on
a paper, when there is a KNOCK on the door. With her
mind still on her work, she opens the door. Her eyes go
wide with shock when she sees PK. He puts a cautionary
finger to his lips.
PK:
May I come in?
Maria, frozen with surprise, steps back. PK enters,
gently closing the door behind him.
PK:
MARIA:
(nervous)
You can't be here.
She speaks in Afrikaan-accented English.
PK:
I didn't know how else to meet you.
MARIA:
I could be expelled.
PK:
25.
Girls don't usually come to boxing
matches.
MARIA:
We went on a dare. Please.
PK ignores her anxiety.
PK:
Did you like it?
MARIA:
It was...
(beat)
... exciting. You were very good.
PK:
(in Afrikaans)
Thank you. I'm glad I impressed
you.
MARIA:
(surprised)
You speak the Taal.
PK:
I'll speak Zulu if it'll help me
see you again.
MARIA:
I can't.
PK:
Why not?
MARIA:
I need my father's permission.
PK:
Is it hard to get?
MARIA:
Hard for an Afrikaaner boy.
Impossible for an English one.
PK:
How about your permission? Do
I have that?
Maria blushes.
All of a sudden there is a KNOCK on the door. Maria
starts. PK moves quickly behind the door as it opens to
TWO GIRLS.
26.
GIRL #1
Want to come?
MARIA:
I have to finish this paper.
GIRL #2
Come when you're finished. We'll
be up late.
They close the door. Maria reinforces it with her body.
MARIA:
Please go.
PK:
You didn't answer my question.
MARIA:
There are plenty of English girls.
What makes me so important?
PK:
The way I felt when I saw you.
He is so direct she can only blush deeper. Her response
is indirect but affirmative.
MARIA:
My father will insist on meeting
you.
PK:
I can't wait.
O.S., the outside door to the dorm opens. A matron's
voice calls out.
MATRON (V.O.)
Lights out, ladies.
MARIA:
Now please.
PK opens her window and starts to climb out.
PK:
(in Afrikaans)
Good night, Maria Marais.
MARIA:
(in English)
Good night, PK.
27.
PK pauses.
PK:
I don't remember telling you my
name.
MARIA:
(smiling)
And I don't remember telling you
mine.
PK smiles back at her. He drops to the ground. Maria
closes the window and watches him scoot across the
campus until he is swallowed by the night.
CUT TO:
An ample house. PAN ACROSS a gallery of oil paintings
depicting great moments in Boer history -- the Great Trek,
an endless progression of oxcarts heading north, the
Battle of Blood River against the Zulu armies, the hanging
of Boer farmers by British regulars. Women and
children herded into a detention camp as their farms burn
in the background. Boer kommandos sniping at a British
column on the veldt.
PAN FROM the pictures TO photographs, sepia-toned, historical,
and DR. DANIEL MARAIS and PK, strolling past the
pictures. Marais points to a photo of a young Boer, turn
of the century, posed stiffly with a rifle in the slouched
hat of a Boer kommando.
MARAIS:
Jan Piet Marais. My uncle. At
22 he led a kommando for three
years before your people caught
him and hung him.
PK:
My people?
MARAIS:
The English.
PK:
I consider myself an African, sir.
MARAIS:
As do I. As do the Zulu, the
Xhosa, the Pongo, the Ndebele.
We're all Africans. But all from
separate tribes, ay?
28.
PK:
Unfortunately.
MARAIS:
Why do you say that?
PK:
Because it's the whole tribal
idea that creates our problems
here in South Africa.
MARAIS:
The problems of South Africa, my
boy, do not come from tribalism.
They come from counter-tribalism.
From people insisting that natural
laws which have been in place and
operating since God's creation,
should be tampered with. Does
the gazelle sleep with the lion?
mouse? The separation of things
is not coincidental. Do you think
a Zulu wants to see his culture,
his sense of identity, replaced by
someone else's anymore than I do?
PK:
No, sir. But I don't think he
wants being a Zulu to mean he is
denied the same rights as
everyone else has.
MARAIS:
Which is why civilization is
defined by the ability to live
under the rule of law. Laws
define rights.
PK:
But do they define justice?
MARAIS:
Ah. Justice. The banner behind
which the English marched as they
gobbled up a quarter of the world?
Justice, my boy, is only relative
to who's in charge.
PK:
And how long they stay in charge
is only relative to how well they
dispense that justice...
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