The Wooden Camera Page #4

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My son is in love

with a white girl.

Son,

you've arrived.

Son,

you are one up on me | on that one.

Viva, Madiba.

Viva!

Bebuya Africa.

Listen, my boy.

Listen properly to me.

You are hurting me.

You are opening my wounds.

Listen.

When I was your age,

I was denied

the opportunities

that you have now.

Can you hear me, boy?

Madiba, my son.

I was denied the key

at your age.

I am no piece of sh*t, boy!

I was not | given the chance.

For whatever reason, | they denied me!

Mr. Filmmaker.

It's a hot day.

I imagine you have walked | quite a distance.

I have some | ice-cold lemonade

I was hoping I could | share with someone.

Don't you think?

- Your lemonade. | - Thank you.

I want to show you something.

You see the world

from a very unique perspective,

young man.

You think so?

I think | it's totally beautiful.

Tell me,

do your parents | know about you?

I'd like to meet them.

You've met my father,

at the cultural festival.

You danced with him.

Ah, yes.

Her father got | his daughter back.

She was now | a princess in a castle,

waiting for | her Prince Charming

to arrive on a white horse.

I've never heard | you play Bach before.

You've never heard | me play before, dad.

Touch.

Listen, I'm...

sorry about the other night.

I went off.

It's just--

You've grown up so quickly.

Jumping!

Got a minute?

Okay, 30 seconds, then.

Look, man, | about the other night--

I f***ed up badly.

It was an accident, man.

I was drunk.

We've been brothers | for far too long now.

Gotta get back on track.

Peace?

You wanna get back on track?

Sure.

Start by throwing | that gun away, man.

But you won't do it,

'cause you're a gangster now.

No, man, I'm not a gangster.

Then what are you?

What? | A gangster-killer?

Sipho, how do I know | you won't kill me?

I mean,

how can I kill you?

You're my brother, | Madiba, man.

We're blood-brothers.

I've lost you, man.

I've lost you.

Why are you killing me now?

You're killing yourself, man.

Sniffing glue | and smoking zor.

Killing and robbing people.

Okay, what do | you want me to do?

Get rid of the gun.

Come back to the township.

It's where you belong.

Your home is here, man.

Here's some tapes I bought. | Brand new.

No, I don't want stolen sh*t.

You "don't want stolen sh*t."

So you think | you're perfect now--

carrying this little thing | of yours around?

You think you're | better than me.

You think you can tell me this | and tell me that.

Now you can preach | all your morals to me.

You don't take | stolen goods-- fine.

Fine.

But let me | ask you one thing--

where did you get | that camera?

Did you buy it?

Did you buy it?

Think about it.

I love you, man.

You're my brother.

- Morning. | - Good morning.

Morning, dear lady.

Bonjour, Mr. Shawn.

Put your cello over there.

What about my lessons?

I think we leave the cello | in its box today.

I have...

a different type of music

I want to play for you today.

When last did you see him?

He comes almost every day now.

Does he ask about me?

No,

but I can tell | by the way he filmed you

that the young boy | loves you very much.

Can I...

take the tapes with me?

I think it was made for you.

Hi, Estelle.

What's up?

Hi.

Look...

I came to say I'm sorry--

apologize.

It's for you.

Peace?

Yeah.

You changed your hair. | Why?

Here's my dad. | You better go.

Go.

Go!

What's going on here?

Who is this?

I thought we'd | spoken about this?

Listen, go inside. | Get inside.

You, please, | stay away from my daughter.

- Dad, please stop it. | - Go inside.

What you gonna do? | Huh? What you gonna do?

You wanna mess with me?

Is that what you wanna do?

Hey, did you get nice pictures?

No, I ran out of batteries.

Hey, I was watching that.

Just a minute.

Shortly before mid-day today,

a 1 5-year-old boy | was involved in a shoot-out

with security police | while attempting to rob

a cash-in-transit vehicle

in the Belma Shopping Mall

in Longstreet, Cape Town.

The following shocking visuals

were captured | by security cameras.

It's Sipho!

According to authorities

the teenager's gun | was unloaded.

- He now lies critically wounded | - Oh, my God.

in the city hospital | guarded by police.

I'm Jane Miller | for W4B- TV,

Cape Town.

Hey, what's going on here?

Hey, dad.

Where's mom?

Who the hell is this?

This is Madiba, dad. | He's my friend.

He's a really great filmmaker.

I've got some of his videos.

I'm gonna show you.

I suppose he's got | a gun too, eh?

Out! Get out of my house!

Dad, what are you | talking about?

I'm going to call the police.

Just get out of my house!

Don't move!

Dad, don't make me | choose between you and Madiba.

"Choose"?

Don't talk to me about "choose"! | I'm your father!

- I said, get out! | - I'm warning you--

If he goes, I go!

Estelle, listen to me.

I said, listen to me!

Look at your hair.

Here-- come, come.

Look! Look! | Look at your hair!

Do you want your children

to have crissy hair | like that little bugger?

Do you want them | to run around

with people calling them "darky" | or their friends or neighbors?

Is that what you want?

What are you talking about?

Why can't you understand?

Why don't you explain it to her?

Explain it to her.

Why do you think | you've never met

your father's parents-- | your grandparents?

Go on. Tell her.

Stop it.

Ask your father why you | never met your grandmother.

- The most beautiful woman I ever met. | - That's enough!

I'll tell you why.

It's because she's colored.

It never bothered me, | but for your father--

It's been hell.

It was for all of us.

Trying to hide it, | trying to be...

whiter than white.

God.

You told me

that you fought a lot.

You told me | that there was bad blood.

This is crazy.

Let's get out of here.

Sure.

You drive.

Come, quickly.

Quick, quick, quick, quick!

Let's, go, let's go! | Let's go!

There-- that's Sipho's.

- Come, let's go. | - Wow.

Come.

Wow.

- I'll be back. | - Where are you going?

- To get my camera. | - Oh, okay.

What happened?

She was trying to stop your father | from taking your camera.

1 00 rand.

I've got 25 rands only.

- I'll take it. | - Sharp, sharp.

Don't!

- You start. | - Okay.

Mom, dad,

I love you both,

but I can't live with you.

And, Dad,

this has nothing to do with...

all that stuff.

Well, you know what I mean.

Hell, I can't believe

that was such | a big deal anyway.

So...

I guess this is goodbye.

Your turn.

Father,

I want you to know that

I'll be somebody one day.

And mother,

you're a great woman.

And take care of Louise.

I'll come back for the both of you | when the time is right.

Louise, when I make | my first movie,

you will star in it.

Shine bright and goodbye.

- Don't wanna. | - Come on, man.

One drink.

Brothers forever.

Brothers forever.

Film that way.

Always face backwards | if you want to see the past go by.

They didn't know | where they were going to.

I hoped things could have | worked out for them here.

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