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The Power of One Page #7
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1992
- 127 min
- 1,846 Views
35.
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TRACK THROUGH Barberton, a small town on the low veldt,
in all its colonial backwater splendor.
PK (V.O.)
Barberton was a very proper
English town with a proper square,
a wide main street, and the
colonials' overblown patriotism
for a homeland most people had
never seen, hanging in the air
like fine dust. Not quite seen,
but there nonetheless.
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PK plays "God Save the King" on the stage. The town's
population stands -- the men, stoic; the women, deweyeyed,
at patriotic attention. Some people file out -the
men in officers' uniforms of the South African penal
system and their wives -- Boers. They exit to the dagger
stares and some undertoned hissing and booing from Her
Majesty's loyal subjects.
PK (V.O.)
The only Afrikaaners to live in
Barberton were sent there to work
at the government prison, just
outside town. Germany had
covertly supported the Boers in
their two unsuccessful wars
against British rule, supplying
food and medical supplies as well
as ample stocks of ammunition.
PK (V.O.)(CONT'D)
Germany was an old friend, a
trusted friend. And in a country
where a handshake is a friendship
and a friendship a bond for life,
as the war in Europe grew fiercer
tensions in Barberton heated up.
Suspicion was afoot. Spies were
everywhere.
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36.
50 EXT. ROAD TO DOC'S COTTAGE - DAY 50
Doc and PK walk toward the cottage. Doc reads PK's
report card.
DOC:
Grammar:
satisfactory. Science:satisfactory. Mathetmatics:
satisfactory.
He looks down at PK.
DOC:
know you to be that is a lot more
than just satisfactory. Ja?
PK:
But I don't want to be known as
a brain.
DOC:
Why not?
PK:
Who do you think gets beaten up
on all the time in school?
DOC:
My boy, to be smart is not a
sin. But to be smart and not use
it, that is sin number one. And
as for getting beat up on, use
your brain to figure out how not
to be.
He hands PK the report card, his displeasure obvious.
As they crest the hill the cottage comes INTO VIEW
along with a parked Army car and two armed soldiers
leaning against it. Seeing Doc and PK, the soldiers
smarten up, raising their rifles and advancing.
Doc's face grows pale, his lips tight. PK pulls close to
him for support.
DOC:
Again it begins. The stupidity.
Do not be frightened.
Doc puts na arm around PK's shoulder, drawing him close,
comforting him. One of the soldiers pulls a pair of
handcuffs out of his pocket as he advances.
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37.
A car pulls up. Doc, in shackles, is escorted from the
car. PK exits after him. Two guards lead Doc toward
the doorway to the prison, a square in the looming gates.
Doc walks, his head held high. PK walks alongside
holding his hand.
BRITISH OFFICER (V.O.)
Karl von Vollensteen, for the
failure to register as an alien
during times of war in accordance
with His Majesty's government
orders to do so, you are hereby
sentenced to be confined at
Barberton prison for the duration
of the war with Germany.
At the door a guard touches PK's shoulder, holding him
back. The door opens. Doc goes through. Just before
the door closes he looks back at PK one last time. The
door slams shut. PK, with tears streaming down his
cheeks, is left outside.
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Morrie lies in bed, asleep. PK sits up at his desk,
writing.
PK (V.O.)
And again I was alone with nothing
to depend on to see me through
except the power of one.
PK puts down his pen and sits, regarding the pages. He
raises his eyes to a photo on the desk of a boy on a
rock.
PK smiles at hidden memories, caps his fountain pen,
turns off the light. The room is pitched into darkness.
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53 EXT. DOWNTOWN ALLEY - AFTERNOON 53
The seedy side of town. PK carrying a gym bag and Morrie
looking a bit out of place in their school blazers come
striding up the alley.
38.
MORRIE:
Look, even if the scholarshipdoesn't come through, my old mansaid he'd lend you the money.
PK:
Morrie.
MORRIE:
All right. All right. We'll call
it the 'Levy Carpet EmporiumScholarship for Poor but ProudChristian Gentlemen.' How's
that?
PK:
Tell your father I appreciate theoffer.
MORRIE:
God, I hate people who can't bebought.
PK:
Why is that?
MORRIE:
I don't know. Personalitydisorder.
PK nods in agreement.
PK:
Undoubtedly.
The boys come to their destination marked by a rickety,
faded sign:
"GOLDMAN'S GYM." Excitement shines in PK'seyes. He bounds up the narrow flight of stairs.
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54 INT. STAIRCASE 54
Morrie and PK rush up the stairs, stop at the landing,
and collect themselves before opening the door to the
gym. They take a breath and enter.
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55 INT. GYM 55
A down and dirty boxing gym, humming with the rhythm of
39.
men training. Sweat and smoke fill the air along with
the faint scent of blood. Fighters, both black and
white, train with each other. Morrie is amazed.
MORRIE:
How do they get away with this?
But PK has his mind on other things. His eyes fix on
an OLD MAN across the room standing by ringside.
PK:
There he is.
MORRIE:
Christ, he's old.
PK:
And he's the best. C'mon.
PK leads Morrie across the gym. PK passes an African
fighter. He stops training when he sees PK. He turns
to another African fighter, glancing at PK. One by one
the blacks in the gym stop training to look at PK. PK
and Morrie approach the rheumy Old Man yelling at the
two fighters in the ring above him in a thick Polish-
Jewish accent.
SOLLY (OLD MAN)
No, no. God gave you two hands so
you can knock a man out from
either side. Left-right.
He moves his creaky body back and forth to demonstrate.
PK:
Mr. Goldman?
Solly turns to the boys. A look of bemusement comes over
his face when he sees their blazers.
SOLLY:
What? You boys lost?
PK:
I'm the one who called you
yesterday. From the Prince of
Wales School?
SOLLY:
Oh yeah, yeah. The champeen.
Right?
PK:
(smiling)
Right.
40.
SOLLY:
And who are you?
MORRIE:
The champeen's manager.
Solly rolls his eyes to heaven.
SOLLY:
Oy gevalt.
(beat)
You know you train here it's not
you're used to. Three knockdowns
you win.
Just then, as if to underscore his point, one of the
fighters in the ring gets caught witha solid shot to the
jaw. He hits the canvas inches from where they are
standing. Solly, PK and Morrie all look at him, and then
at each other.
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