The Wilby Conspiracy Page #4

Everywhere I go, they're waiting.|How are they tracking me?

- You're paranoid.|- Am I? What about Shack?

- And Dr. Mukerjee's diamonds?|- What diamonds? Who's Dr. Mukerjee?

You don't know, do you?

- You really don't?|- No, Keogh.

I have as many questions as you,|and no answers.

But until we find out,|can't we trust one another?

We can try.

I have two sparkling suggestions to make.|One concerns a very large whiskey...

...possibly two. Then will you please|fill the tub? I think I can use a bubble bath.

Possibly three?

- Keogh. Bath'll be ready in a moment.|- Great.

Slip out of your nightdress|and keep a head on the bubbles.

Rinse, please.

Persis, I need your help.

- Broke another tooth?|- No. The police, they're on their way up.

- They're looking for an escaped fugitive.|- What do we have to hide?

- The fugitive!|- What?

- He's in my kitchen.|- More of your Black Congress idiocy.

Dear Persis, you go and hide him.

I'll look after your patient.

Now you know what pain is, Auntie.

- Who are you?|- Never mind who I am...

...I know who you are,|you black troublemaker!

And what is more, so do the police.|They are here now.

Care to discuss it further?

No.

White men standing|while you sit on the cheeks of your ass?

Excuse me, doctor!

Still running people|across the border?

Careful with your answer, now.|Maj. Horn hates a liar.

I've never run anyone across the border,|I give you my word.

- The word of a Hindu gentlemen.|- Yes!

Give me the list of all the blacks|he ran over to Botswana last year.

Wilson Langa, lbrahaim Mussa,|Solomon Nkomo...

...Tom Mbindi, Churchill Maneoko,|Martin Sadika...

...Lambert Ngoto, Simon Gjileto...|- All right. Okay, Van.

I mean, if Dr. Mukerjee says|he didn't run anyone over the border...

...then all our evidence|at Security's gotta be wrong.

Yes, sir. Mukerjee, I'm glad|you're out of politics.

Stick to what you Indians know best,|cheating the blacks!

Shack Twala, has he contacted you?

- Me? No, of course not!|- Well, if he does...

...you must call us.

- Well, will you do that?|- Yes, I will! I mean, I must.

- The word of a Hindu gentleman?|- Yes, yes, of course.

- Swear on your god, what's his name?|- It's Vishnu.

And Mukerjee could swear by the beard of|the prophet or the nails of the true cross...

...and it wouldn't mean a thing.

Because Mukerjee is a goddamned...

...godless, atheist Marxist.

And the only thing that he holds sacred|is Che Guevara's foreskin.

All of you,|working to bring down the house.

You're a lucky man.

Alrighty.

Well, what do you think?|Where's he hiding the Bantu?

Behind the bathtub, or else|the supply closet behind the shelves.

Oh, you've got a peasant's face, Keogh.|Your bones are arranged all wrong.

And your bones are arranged all right.

All over, and I am about to jump...

...all over those beautiful bones.

Randy bastard, aren't you?

Mrs. Van Niekirk, your friend Shack,|I'm surprised he's not in the bath.

I mean, he's shared your spoons|and your sheets, hasn't he?

Nice...

...Afrikaner girl like you.

Now, why should you be in a bathtub|with a foreigner instead of your husband?

You tell me why, I'm interested.

I'm interested in seeing|your search warrant.

Show her, then.

Where are the diamonds?

Major Horn means the diamonds to finance|Wilby Xaba's black revolution.

It's probably pointless...

...but I ask you to believe that I know|nothing about any diamonds.

I believe you.|I believe they told you nothing.

- They don't trust whites, you know.|- Oh, really? I wonder why.

No, you don't, Mrs. Van Niekirk. You know|exactly why and I know exactly why.

It's history and not our fault.

We're a civilized Christian minority, and|we've got to be able to defend ourselves.

Diamonds.

Seven hundred and fifty thousand pounds|sterling in clear, uncut diamonds.

Do you know how many|Maoist-trained terrorists...

...you can arm for three-quarters|of a million pounds?

Do you know how many assault rifles,|land mines and rockets Wilby can buy?

And do you know that the first|they'll kill will be you?

The reformers who are trying|to help them...

...because that's the way they work.

You let Shack run so that|he'd lead you to the diamonds?

Yes. And you, Mr. Keogh, will keep|your eyes open and your ears open...

...and be working for us.|How's that sound?

- Like the filthiest of double crosses.|- Exactly.

And with it,|you are buying your freedom.

I don't think I can do that.

- I can only die once.|- And would you like it to be here?

And now?

All right, all right!

Mr. Keogh, find me those diamonds.

You help me, and true as God...

...I guarantee you're on a scheduled airline|out of Jan Smuts Airport.

Both of you, into the sunset.

- Alrighty?|- And what happens to Shack Twala?

Take him with you.|For all the major cares, one less.

Look, without those diamonds,|Wilby Xaba and the Black Congress...

...are just a bunch of helpless Kaffirs.

Suppose we find the diamonds|and head for the border?

Exactly, Mr. Keogh, that is the plan.

- Getting over the border?|- No, no, no.

Getting arrested.|You'd never get over the border.

Every bridge, every river crossing,|every road, staked out.

What happened to our happy ending|at the airport?

Getting arrested is your fastest way there.

Look, I'd like to talk to you|without your lawyer.

You can't move, but you can listen.

You've just graduated from|Dr. Van Heerden's memory course.

You'll never forget this:

Don't try to run away.|Don't try to cross us.

He's a quick learner, major.|I admire that.

You know, it hurts me to see|an intelligent, educated white man...

...so against his own people.

Please think about it.

Major, I wasn't going to put|that hair dryer in the bathtub.

Yes, you were.

The police came down without Keogh.|Why? Aren't they looking for him anymore?

- Lf not, why not?|- Your attorney.

Perhaps she was clever enough|to save him.

In exchange for what, me?

Whites can always make a deal|amongst themselves, can't they?

They have been known to do so.|And just in case...

...you put me in touch|with our intelligence network.

I have not come all this way to be used.

You used me!

- You never said one word about diamonds.|- You made a deal with the police.

You come to quick conclusions because|you're never slowed by thought.

So how come you're not in jail?

Maybe you'll answer me.|They were in your apartment.

You asked me to trust this man.

If you made a deal,|I've got a right to know!

You have a right to a punch!

Oh, for chrissake!|Are you both gone mad?

Sit down, shut up|and get on with your food!

- You two have to stick together.|- That's the same bilge...

...you used in Capetown,|and look where it got us.

You know, you must extend yourself|to Mr. Keogh.

Where else will we find another|mining engineer to help us?

Another? Where's the first?|I never said I'd help.

He'd sell me out in a flash|to his precious Black Congress.

Wouldn't you, my Bantu friend?

When those diamonds are up,|I'm expendable.

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