The Wooden Camera Page #3
- Year:
- 2003
- 92 min
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Okay.
This is good, man.
Can I try like this?
Yeah, yeah. | Just keep it there.
I said I heard the clap of the gun
And then I saw this woman fall
My mother's scary soul | was gone
I felt him rise above the light
And saw him soar | into the night
And then I knew | God, I knew
I found a new kind of love
Do it! Do it!
What's up?
Come, let's go chill together.
Where's Madiba | and the others?
Township, I guess. | Come on, let's go.
But don't worry, | he'll be here.
I know Madiba, | he's my friend.
my first piece of bread | in the township.
He adopted me, yeah.
He is responsible.
Exec.
Fast, man!
Baby, you see this thing?
You pull your breath in
and then you take it out.
Watch.
See?
Come on, man.
This don't bite.
Nice, ya?
Estelle, what the hell | are you doing there?
Come on, get in the car.
If you don't come, | I'll have to tell your father.
If you tell my father,
I'll tell him | that you snort coke.
I gotta go.
See ya.
Sure, pretty.
Estelle? I love you. | You must come back.
Shh.
To your left.
I have bought | new tapes for you.
But first, let me | show you something.
This way. Here.
You move, | I blow your brains out!
Hey, hey! I'm in!
Ah, good. | Close the door.
Close the door! | Close the door!
Close the door!
Turn this thing around! | Come on, man, let's go!
Let's go, man!
Come on, man!
Turn around!
Come on, man! | Come on, come on!
Go on, man. | Stop, stop!
Faster, man!
Don't you dare look at me!
Come on, man. | Turn it around.
Stop this car! | Madiba!
Hey, Madiba, come on!
Hey, Madiba, | come on, man!
Get out! Get out!
Get out! Get out! | Piece of sh*t!
Give me money!
Get down on | your knees right now!
Money, money! | Your watch!
Down on your knees!
I will shoot you.
Don't look at me!
Who is this boy, Madiba?
What is he doing | with a gun?
He worries me.
Is he a friend of yours?
It's none of my business,
but if you want some advice,
leave the boy alone.
He don't go anywhere, | unlike you.
Get out of his life.
- He's not good for you. | - No!
He's my friend.
Estelle, you're not | concentrating!
Let's start again, please.
No, no, no!
Bach! Bach! | More Bach!
Be careful.
I'm sick of Bach.
That's what I'm | paid to teach you.
Jazz?
It all looks like | you're having so much fun!
It's difficult on the cello.
So, if it were easy-- | what's the point?
- And what about your father? | - He won't know the difference.
Oh, come on. Please!
Ready?
C-C, F-F, G-G, F.
Can I film you?
You never asked permission | in the book shop.
So? Come on, | Estelle, please?
First, let me see | what you've filmed.
Please, man. | Come on.
- No. | - Come on!
Well, let me see | what you've filmed first.
Come on, man.
Come on, Estelle. | No! No!
No, Estelle! | Come back!
No, Estelle, no!
This way! This way!
This way, quickly!
Okay, slow-- Slowly!
Come on.
Welcome.
This is the dining room.
That's the TV room.
Hello, Johanna.
Who is this, nunu?
Madiba, he's my new friend.
This is Johanna.
I've been telling you all about.
It's fine, Johanna. | Relax.
Nunu, if your father | comes back--
Do you want me | to lose my job, huh?
I'm gonna go now.
Would you both stop panicking!
It's fine.
He won't be home for hours.
Besides, I want | to introduce you to him.
Nunu, you must be mad, | or pambe, anyway.
Your father's going to kill you. | He'll shoot him!
Johanna.
This is the only place | I feel good.
Well, this and my room.
Table Mountain.
We said it at the same time!
Give me your hand, | make a wish.
Close your eyes. | Close 'em.
If you tell me your wish, | I'll tell you mine.
No! A wish is a secret.
You're so serious.
- I'm serious? | - You are serious.
Come on, man.
Reflection.
Where?
Come look! Come look!
Can you see the reflection | of the Devil's Peak,
'cross the water?
- Where? | - Look.
Are you crazy?
Look at me now! | I'm all wet!
I'm sorry, Madiba.
I just thought you needed | to cool off.
No, man.
I'm sorry.
Whatever.
Do you want some lunch?
I'm starving.
Yeah, sure.
Look at this a**hole.
Oh, my God.
What are you doing?
Sniff?
Ah, man. Come on!
It's like the blue train--
takes the blues away.
Come on. Just once.
Try it.
No, bro. See--
You pull your breath in.
Put it in there. | Then you take it out.
Come on.
That's cool, huh?
F*** it, man.
Everything's just f***ed up.
Hey, man. | Don't worry, man.
I'm still your brother, man.
Haven't changed.
Okay, machismos.
Do you see this?
Yes.
I'm only cryin'.
Simon, it's your turn.
Go make some money.
What's wrong?
It's a free world here, man.
How do you expect | these people to eat?
They use the money for glue.
No!
You wanna start? | What are you doing?
Madiba, come kill this bastard!
Come kill this bastard!
Are you crazy?
Think you can steal | from my friend?
I'll kill you, son!
There's no bullet in there.
There's no bullet?
Oh, yeah? | Get up!
- Hi. | - Hi.
Hey, where's Sipho?
He's inside.
Oh, baby!
Ah, sweetie, relax.
This is my territory. | Come, relax!
He took off.
Selfish bastard.
He only cares about | his damn camera.
Without me,
we wouldn't even have one | from the first place.
Tell me where | I can find him, please.
He won't get out of the ghetto.
How do I get to his place?
It's not for you, man. | Forget it.
Don't talk rubbish.
Look, I'm on the ground
with both of my feet, okay?
I need to see Madiba.
It's important. Please.
He doesn't want | to see you.
He told me.
He made a mistake.
What do you mean, | "he made a mistake"?
The kind you don't | have to do, okay?
Come on. Be nice.
Just tell me | how I get to his place.
Please.
Ah, sweetie--
I love you. | You're my friend.
Come here.
Ah, man, come here.
Estelle, come here!
Ah, man, you must forget | about Madiba, man!
Estelle! You're mine, man!
You're mine!
No, thank you.
No, thank you. No.
Hi.
Hey, do any of you know
where Madiba lives?
He's about this high.
Hey!
Leave her alone!
Want this?
I may be ugly | but I am not cruel.
What's your name?
Estelle.
I'm Professor Shakespeare.
How do you do?
Do you know | where Madiba lives?
With the wooden camera?
Over there.
Nunu, I want | to tell you something.
Your father is a good man.
He cares for you, | he loves you.
You see, Nunu,
your father,
in this house,
he is our father.
He cares for us,
he brings us food, Nunu.
As for that black boy, Nunu--
stay far away from him.
He's not good.
I know these street kids, man.
They are not educated.
They don't go to school.
They are just loafers.
You study your books,
you study your music
and keep away from them.
You will exist.
Yeah, now, there you are.
That's my girl.
You can go and wash.
I'm going to make | your favorite soup.
Okay?
Okay, sweetie. | Love you.
Okay.
Whitey, whitey, whitey.
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