The World Unseen Page #3
Have a good day!
Can I make you
some breakfast?
Perhaps later.
I hope I didn't worry you with all my
strange ideas and stories last night.
No, you made me think
and that's
supposed to be a good thing,
isn't it?
That depends on who you ask.
What are you doing?
Reading.
I can see that.
Reading what?!
Poetry.
Poetry.
At this time of night?!
I'm tired.
I was busy
in Cape Town today.
With her?
What did you say?
Nothing.
"Love bade me welcome,
yet my soul drew back,
Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-ey'd Love,
observing me grow slack
From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning
If I lack'd anything.
"A guest," I answer'd, "worthy to be here";
Love said, "You shall be he."
Afternoon.
We need to ask you
some questions.
My husband is not here,
he just left.
Yeah, we must've
just missed him.
Robert, get these gentlemen
a drink.
It's a good shop
you have here.
Thank you.
Is your sister-in-law here?
My brother-in-law
and his wife stay in town.
We're looking for Rehmat Winston.
And we know
she's staying with you.
They're not here.
So you know where they are.
Listen.
You'll be in a pile of sh*t
if you help them.
What have they done?
Have you heard of the Prohibition
of Mixed Marriages Act of 1949?
It's there for a reason.
To stop this depravity.
It's against nature what these
people are doing.
Home from school.
No, you can't.
Yes, we can.
They may be witholding
valuable information.
No! No! Please!
Have you ever been to a
police station, young lady?
Where are we going?
Stop!
We'll bring them back later.
Or tomorrow, whenever
we get time.
No, I'll tell you
where they are!
Too late!
So? Where are they?
Where are they?
In Cape Town.
At my brother-in-law's.
You know, if you're lying,
I'll beat you, and your children,
and your baby!
I need help. The police
are after us.
We can't.
Amina, you have to.
We can't help you.
I'm sorry.
Please, please, sit.
I understand. It's just...
I don't know what to do.
If we helped you
in front of the customers,
someone would break when the
police start threatening.
Are you sure?
Thank you for this,
I...
You were supposed to tell us.
In front of my husband?!
Was I supposed to tell it while she
could hear me, hiding upstairs?
What kind of state police don't
even search the house?
Where are they now?
Some nice clothes...
French labels.
We'll find them.
You'll be the next,
for helping them.
I'm not stupid.
here who is.
And it won't be the first time
she's in trouble with the two of you.
Stop that bloody noise!
Jacob.
Sergeant?
We're looking
for an Indian woman.
Indians is all
we get in here.
But you're welcome
to have a look around.
Where's Amina?
She's having a nap.
She'll be taking over
from me shortly.
I'm not as young
as I used to be.
I know she's here.
Who?
Open this up!
Go, go, go!
Open it!
What's all that?
Stock for the caf.
That's why I keep it locked.
Those Kaffirs would steal anything.
Tell me where she is!
I really don't know who you're
talking about.
You and I both know that I've
had some women in here, but this time even I...
Stinkin' queer!
Hey, yours is the only place in town
where Kaffir workers
eat alongside Indians.
You get away with it.
Yes.
I could've closed you down
anytime, couldn't I?
Yes.
So?
Was she here?
No.
Where is she?
I really don't know.
I'm sorry.
Who's that?
If it's the police, then I'll deal
with them this time.
Someone's here.
My goddamn truck.
What happened?
My lights have gone.
Hit a bloody Kaffir
walking in the yard,
pulling right in my way.
Thought it was just one side he caught,
but both my lights have gone.
We might have one of those.
Miriam!
Thanks.
Ah, that's the right one.
How is he?
Who?
The Kaffir. How is he?
Dead, I hope.
Just look at it. Both lights.
That should fit.
You reckon?
Yes. Try it.
Come on! Light it!
Are you OK?
I'm fine.
Where are you?
I can help.
Let me help you.
I don't need your help!
I don't need your help.
Where were you?
I thought I left the washing out.
Your place is here with me.
Not with those Kaffirs.
Oh! You found them!
Books, madam. You forgot them?
Yes, until somebody reminded me.
Robert, take this. Take it
to the post office.
Here you are.
Good morning, Jacob.
Good morning, Madeline.
Warm out today, isn't it?
You can say that again.
Hey, boy. Get me some water!
Go on! You understand
English, do you?
There's a jug over there.
Listen, I'm the employee here and
I'll get you the water if you are
incapable of getting it yourself.
What's the matter
with you, lady?
That will be six pence
for the stamps.
All of us here are losing our
dignity as human beings in this place,
aren't we?
Some of us more quickly
than others.
Oh, no. Don't you believe
that for a second.
It's men like him
who lose the most.
Perhaps...
I've got a parcel here for you.
Or rather
for the young miss Harjan.
Here. There's no other post.
There's no return address.
No. Perhaps it's
from a secret paramour.
I'd better get back.
I'll see you soon.
Jacob!
Be sure that you do.
This came for you today.
Thank you.
It's... It's not
my mother's handwriting.
b"All the wild summer
was in her gaze"/b
She's not gonna work
all the time!
This is still so difficult,
because he's too young.
What are you doing?
It's the Alis.
They've come
to give their reply.
Even my mother must realise
it's going to be no.
Won't you have some tea?
Send that girl to me
at once!
Who? Amina?
Of course.
She needs discipline now.
Send me the doctor.
I'm dying.
She'll be fine.
Ma', just...
Just take her some tea.
But she's dying.
She's been claiming
an imminent death for 30 years.
Please, just...
Take her some tea.
Ma'!
Dinner is ready!
Ma', your tea
must be ice cold.
I don't have time to go driving
around the countryside
for some old woman
we didn't even know.
That family don't mix
with any of us.
Yet, when it suits them, they expect
all of us to just come running.
They don't expect it.
I don't owe
those people anything!
Yes, you do.
Amina Harjan
saved your sister.
After Farah betrayed her.
Auntie, is Amina here?
I'd like to offer
my condolences.
- She's in the next room.
- OK.
Please see
if she will join us.
I'm reading your book.
I'd forgotten I even
had them un-, until...
I didn't know
you knew my parents.
I don't.
We came to see you.
The murderess?!
Apparently my work
and my trousers
caused the heart attack.
I can't tell whether you approve
of my clothes or not.
They're nice.
It's a nice outfit.
I mean that
you look nice in it.
So you prefer me
in traditional clothes?
No...
You look very nice in this.
But you don't look
like youself.
I don't feel like myself!
But I have to
please a person who,
God rest her soul, is not
even able to see me.
It sounds silly
when you put it like that.
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