The Wilby Conspiracy Page #6

I've been under the radar for 20 minutes|now, and that's far too long.

The air force can scramble from Pretoria,|shoot us down and get home for breakfast.

Do you wanna make|your next statement in soprano?

Pretoria control to Cheetah squadron...

heading north. Intercept...

- That's us.|- Get back low and stay under the radar.

You're insane! The slightest downdraft|and we've had it.

Had what? We have nothing|to lose, do as he says.

I have been here before, so don't tell us we|have crossed the border when we haven't.

Cheeky, ain't I?

Cheetah leader to Cheetah squadron.

- Cheetah One, roger.

Those are air force jets.|They carry rockets, low-level radar.

If they lock onto us, we're dead.

I hope Wilby got my message,|because we are almost home.

We have made it.|The Marico River, Botswana.

acknowledge my signal.

Repeat, acknowledge my signal.

I hope to hell you're listening.

Turn back. Acknowledge.

- He'll shoot us down.|- That's what he wants you to think.

He can't tell if you heard him.

We're across the border.

- They wouldn't shoot in foreign airspace.|- Why not?

Christ, are you both naive.

Tango Romeo...

... we are to port and starboard.

My number two is directly behind you.

You're boxed in.

Follow instructions.

turn to the right.

- "Repeat..."|- Let's call his bluff.

You're suicidal. You're all suicidal!

We're trapped.

I have to turn with them.|If not, we collide.

Tango Romeo...

... maintain present speed.

Maintain present speed.

For your own safety, level out.

Now.

Our safety, what rot.

- What do you mean?|- They're worried about their safety.

We're full throttle,|but they're down to stalling.

What now?

Blane, do as I tell you.

Drop down fast and go through that slot.

- Go through that pass? It's...|- Suicidal, I know. Do it, do it!

Hell.

maintain altitude.

Cheetah leader...

with bandit.

Breaking formation.

Break formation.

Climb left, climb left. Regroup at 2000.

The airstrip is over to the right.|Pull up and you'll see it.

And get us on it|as fast as you can.

Nice flying, Blane.

I do nice work, remember?

You told me so yourself|yesterday afternoon.

Bastard.

Has she called you Blane yet...

...in bed?

No.

But she has called me Harry|once or twice.

Louis, she called me that.

Oh, and she called me Bruce too.

These friends of yours, Van Niekirk?

Don't expect me to wish you luck.

I don't need it.

I've got Rina.

What have you got?

Hands up.

And turn around slowly.

Wilby.

This is my friend, Mrs. Van Niekirk.

And this is Mr. Keogh.

- You are most welcome.|- Thank you.

We thank you for coming to help us.

That's all right.

Morning...

...all.

Shouldn't you shoot the witnesses|as well?

What?

Twenty years out of the trees|and they're to be witnesses?

Oh, I don't think so.

And now, true as God...

...I keep my word as you kept yours.

You delivered Wilby to us|as agreed...

...and it was Wilby we were after|from the start.

So, so, so.|Mr. Keogh, Mrs. Van Niekirk...

...and Vice Chairman Twala...

...you're free.

Off you go.

But keep this thought.

Your friends may call you traitor.

But I call you patriot.

Bye-bye.

The diamonds!

The diamonds and what they represent.

Without them, Wilby is an old man|in a wrinkled suit.

So he is.

Give them to me.

Let him go.

No, no, no.

Wilby has to stand trial in South Africa.

For all the world to see.

Fair and legal.

For incitement of treason...

...conspiracy to commit sabotage...

...responsibility for armed incursions...

...with intent to commit murder.

The diamonds.

For the ears.

For the fingers.

Oh, man, you dumb "shvartzer".

For the nose.

Get Wilby onboard.

Don't worry about those diamonds.

They're not real, they're paste.

Take him away.

So true as God...

...they're paste.

Good grief, the real ones|we brought up 10 years ago.

One hour after Mukerjee threw them down.

Poor old Mukerjee.

I'm gonna miss him.

A sad loss.

You, the plodding, predictable engineer...

...you went by slide rule and plan. Mine.

And you, the sooty intellectual...

...I stuck a key in your black bottom,|wound it up a bit, and like on rails...

...you led us right to Wilby.

You're lucky I'm not a Frenchman,|or by God, I'd kiss both your cheeks.

Alrighty-tighty, let's go.

Let's go.

Let's go!

Don't shoot, you'll flip us over.

Well, get us to a higher altitude.|They'll drop off.

Their weight's pulling us down.

Get us the hell out of here.

If he dies...

...every black man in Africa|will join the Congress.

And you will be remembered as Horn...

...the stupid bungler|who made Wilby Xaba a martyr.

They'll drive the whites into the sea.

Alive...

...and without the diamonds...

...what is he?

He's just another...

Just another helpless Kaffir.

Thank you, Mr. Keogh.

What am I gonna do without you?

Well, well.

My government will have me out of here|in six weeks.

It's called prisoner exchange.

And I will be back.

You know...

...I really believe you will.

Oh, I will.

Now you understand.

Rina?

I think I'm gonna need a lawyer.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes