All language subtitles for Dont Lets Go To

Mum says we mustn't come
creeping into her room at night.

She says we mustn't scare her
and Dad when they are sleeping.

When I asked her why...

she said because there's a war on.

We might think you're
a terrorist and shoot you...

by mistake.

Van?

Van?

Van used to come with me
when I needed to pee at night.

But now that I'm seven,
I have to go by myself.

And I can't wake her up
or she'll wallop me.

So I try not to think that a terrorist
is waiting in the dark for me.

With a gun.

Or a knife.

Or a spear.

I got a tick on my down-there once.

So you have to watch out for ticks.

But mostly you have
to watch out for terrorists.

Any African can be a terrorist.

So you're not supposed to
talk to Africans about anything.

Just in case they're terrorists
or they're mates with one.

Bobo.

Shut up.

If you wake up Mum and Dad,
I'm telling them it wasn't me.

Why do terrorists chop off your lips?

Shut up.

Do you think it hurts?

I'll let you sleep with Fred
if you just shut up.

Disgusting.

No wonder you always have worms.

Van's so mean.

Africans and Whites aren't the same.

When a White baby dies, you go
to church and say the Our Father.

And you bury the baby
and that baby goes to heaven.

Then the grown-ups
get drunk and it's over.

And you're not supposed to make a fuss.

But when an African baby dies,
they leave presents for their Ancestors

and they ask them to
look after the dead baby.

And then that dead baby won't be confused
and become a coming-back baby.

That's what Sarah said.

I was scared when I heard that
because I had a sister that died.

What if she comes back?

I wish I could go to her grave
and just make sure she stays in there.

On our farm, we live with Sarah and Jacob.

Africans don't have last names.
They just have first names.

With White grown-ups, we have
to call them Aunty This or Uncle That.

But you don't have to do that
with Africans, which is much easier.

This is the Voice of Zimbabwe broadcasting
on the Radio Mozambique in Maputo.

Where's my porridge?

Can't you see I'm busy?

Today I went to the graves.

I told you to stay away from there.

No, I didn't go into it, I promise.

I just rode past.

I didn't.

Let me look into your eyes to see
if you are lying or telling the truth.

That tickles.

That tickles.

Do you think Euros can
have coming-back babies?

I hope I'm not a coming-back baby.

Euros are different to Africans.

Africans have eyes to see
what the Whites cannot see.

No.

I can see everything. I can see your eyes.

I can see your face. I can see your...

hands.

Hey, Jacob, where's my porridge?

and if this is not forthcoming,

I'm sure they'll be prepared
that they continue the war.

You must be careful with this child.

I'm not deaf, you know.

Why are you always tending
to this child so much in plain view?

I am careful.

You're not.

It's dangerous with this election.

Eyes are watching you
from up in the hills.

Which one of us is on the side of Mugabe?

And who is on the side
of the Whites and their Bishop?

Being seen with this child makes
you look like a collaborator.

She's not stupid, you know.

Sarah...

this child thinks that you...

are a stupid village girl.

a stupid village girl.

Stupid village girl. Stupid village girl.

Jacob, you're strange.

the atrocities in the guerrilla war.

It happened at a British-run mission
near Umtali in Eastern Rhodesia.

Twelve Whites, including missionaries,
their wives and children,

were dragged into a nearby field
and murdered with a savagery

that was horrifying even
by the standards of this brutal war.

The butchery was widely
assumed to be the work of guerrillas

belonging to Robert Mugabe's...

Dogs!

which is based across
the border in Mozambique.

Morning, Dad.

Morning, Chookies.

Sleep okay?

Like a log.

Snake! Snake! Madam.

Snake! Madam.

- What?
- Snake!

God, sorry about the mess.

Can you have Jacob
bring me my tea, please?

Dad! Mum shot a snake.

It's dead. It's all over the kitchen.

Anything left of the kitchen?

I think Mum's an excellent shot.

and her Tory Government will leave
at the earliest possible moment

so that the Labour Party can
repair the damage done by them.

Hello.

I think I'm allergic to brandy.

Maybe you're allergic
to the whole bottle of brandy.

That wasn't me.

It wasn't me either.

I swear I had two packs.

Who's been stealing my fags?

A farm on the eastern border near Umtali
was attacked on Thursday evening.

Four family members
and their two dogs were killed.

That's what I worry about.

You don't need to worry.

You don't know that, Nic.

Oh, my God.

Bloody dogs.

I swear, one of these days...

Oh, darling. He didn't just
speak that way about you?

Shit, here's a tick.

- Yuck.
- Mum...

Can I... Can I...

Did the tick pop?

Bobo, go call Vanessa.

- Did the tick pop?
- Bobo.

Van!

Bobo, good God.

What? But Dad told me to call her.

Van!

Right.

That's me.

Thank you, Chookies.

Bye, Dad.

Bye, Dad.

If you love me, you'll turn around.

Bye, Dad.

Turn around, turn around.

Turn around.

Got you. You bunch of bloody buggers.

You shits.

You fuckers. You...

Fucks.

It died.

I told you not to sleep with them.

For God's sake, Vanessa,
just put it in the boiler or bury it.

I don't want the dogs digging it up.

It's not fair on the chicks
if you sleep with them.

Did it die?

- Just go away. Go away!
- Let me see, Van!

Van.

Which one?

I'm telling.

I don't care.

Give.

Give.

Give it to me.

What is this?

This is not what a little girl
should be doing.

Even a little boy.

There's something wrong with you.

Can you put your hand all the way
to touch your other ear?

See?

You know what that means?

That means you are too young
to go to boarding school

and you are too young to be smoking.
That's what we say.

There's nothing wrong with me.
I'm perfect.

Perfect?

Tell me a story.

Not today, Bobo.

Not today.

When we go to town,
we have to drive in the convoy,

so the Army guys can keep us safe
from ambushes and landmines.

Until last year, the country
we live in was called Rhodesia.

But then some Africans said they found it
first and the Euros stole it from them.

But then those Africans turned into
terrorists and that's how the war started.

What is going on?

In case there's an ambush,

I always make sure before we go to town,

I'm wearing clean undies
and my lucky bean necklace.

Just remember, if you swallow
one of those, you're a goner.

Don't ever put it in your mouth.

I keep a lookout for terrorists.

What's taking so long?

Sorry for the holdup, Ma'am.

They found two mines
on the road outside of town.

That girl Linda had her leg
blown off in a landmine.

I really hope we don't die
in an ambush today.

Bye!

Bloody look at that, honestly?

Bastards!

The elections are very serious.

Mum and Dad and everyone says
the Bishop is the only chance we've got.

'Cause even though he's an African,
he's not like a real African.

They call Mugabe "The Rooster."

Mum says he's a Commie bastard.

If he wins the elections,

everyone says they'll probably have
to gap it to Australia or something.

We have entered!

Mugabe will win!

Vote for Jongwe Vote for Jongwe

If we lose, are we gonna become
Commies or just stay normal?

Nothing's changing, Bobo.

Okay?

In Rhodesia where the first
free and fair elections are taking place,

scores of people continue
to line up to cast their vote.

Election officials say that
they are extending the hours

that the polls will be open
to ensure that every citizen

gets the opportunity
to have their voice heard.

There have been some
allegations of voting intimidation

with Lord Soames accusing ZANU-PF

of intimidating voters in 23
of the 56 districts of the colony.

Prime Minister Ian Smith responded
to this saying that every Zimbabwean

has the inalienable right
to self-determination.

The government here, run by
the Black people for the Black people...

Hello, Maggie.

How are you?

Very well.

You know you have to
vote for Muzorewa, Maggie.

You must tell all your friends
to vote for the Bishop too.

Yes, Bishop Muzorewa.

- I know.
- Good.

Thank you, Maggie.

If the terrorists go on
killing innocent people, mainly Black...

Just listen to that.

Did you hear that?

Everywhere is such a bloody cock-up.

It's meant to be a ceasefire.

I just can't wait
until we win this bloody election.

Can I have this?

No.

What about when you die?

You never know the way things are.
You might die soon.

I just think we should
put it in your will...

I just think she should
put it in her will.

Okay. Stop.

Be quiet, Peter.

Grandpa doesn't speak anymore.

He just makes strange sounds.

And he has to wear a nappy.

Mum's had four babies in her life
but there's just two of us left.

Olivia had blue eyes and her hair
was straighter than mine.

That's when Mum was still happy.

I just don't know what this
local government is thinking.

- I mean the way things are going...
- Are we racists?

What? Certainly not.

Some people are but we're not.

- Where would you get that idea?
- On the radio?

Well, let's just hope
the majority think like Maggie

and they don't bite
the hand that feeds them.

Let's watch the cricket, shall we?

Much more pleasant.

Mum, I can't stay very long.

I have a shift at Paulington at noon.

And I have
to get the afternoon convoy back.

God, what is that terrible smell?

Nicola, when was the last time
this child had a bath?

At least have her nanny wash her hair.

I mean, really!

Why can't we read naughty magazines?

Because we aren't those sort of people.

Then why do we have a picture
of one in our bathroom?

It was probably meant to be a joke.

What sort of joke?

What sort of people are we then?

We have breeding...

Which is better than having money.

I'd rather have money.

Anyone can have money.

Yeah, but we don't.

No, put that down.

For God's sake!

Nicola!

You better get going or you're not
going to make your shift on time.

Come on, Bobo.

Come along.

When Mum has to be a policeman,
I go with her.

There's an army alphabet on the wall.

Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, Delta, Echo...

Foxtrot, all the way to Zulu.

I have 26 horses named after it

and I gallop them around inside my head.

Grand Reef, this is Paulington HQ.

Do you read? Over.

Mum?

What happens if the army guys
get there and everyone's dead?

Then they're a bit late, aren't they?

Bobo, come inside right now.

When Dad is away, a Brightlight
comes and stays on the farm.

Brightlights are guys that are too
messed up to be in the army anymore.

Mum says they're all thick.

Mum hates thick people.

But Dad says it's better to have them
than be on our own.

We're women without men now,

which is a bad state of affairs.

Why doesn't he talk?

I think he's asleep.

Bubbles!

You can sleep in the shed back there.

Does this hurt?

What are you playing with there?

Do you like it?

Where do you get that?

Down by the graves.

That doesn't belong to you.

Yes, it does. I found it.

- Finders keepers.
- They are not for you to take.

She does these things
against our Ancestors...

and you don't say anything.

Look how you let her
write her name on your body.

You are going to get Sarah
into trouble one day.

Maybe you don't understand
how serious this is.

Because you were born
in a different country.

I'm still African.

No, you are not.

Mum says everyone has a right to be here.

Your mum doesn't know
what she's talking about.

Hey, my dad bought this farm
with his own money, okay?

I could fire you if I want.

Stop it, Bobo.

Jacob's a bloody idiot.

Yes.

Sometimes when I'm in bed,

I hear the Brightlight
walking outside my room.

And then I think of that eye
looking at me through my window.

Sarah says that Brightlights
lost their soul in the war.

And that's why they
act penga and do tattoos.

here is the shipping forecast
issued by the Met Office today.

There are warnings of gales
in Viking, Forties,

Cromarty, Forth, Tyne,

Dogger, Fisher, The Irish Sea,

Rockall, Malin, Hebrides,
Bailey, Fair Isle and Faeroes.

The general synopsis at midday.

Depression north of area Fair Isle 990
will move steadily northeast.

Associated cold front
to the northwest of area Shannon.

Expected south German Bight...

Madam.

Some other oxen came into paddock
last night and are now jumping our cows.

Fuck.

- Where did they get in?
- I don't know.

Well, that's the first thing that you and
Samuel should've done is check the fences.

south-west to west,
seven to severe gale nine.

Locally storm ten in Viking and Burren...

In Van's history book,

there are pictures of Mashona warriors
wearing skins and feathers.

These days, terrorists just
dress up as normal Africans.

But then, they come crawling on
their bellies, secret in the night.

They come to take their land back.

What are you going to do, Mum?

If I find somebody who's cut my fences,
I'll shoot them.

Mum says she'll die for this land.

She says if she doesn't have a gun,

she'll fight for the farm
with her bare hands.

I believe her.

- Shit.
- Can I see?

Mum, can I look?

Damn it.

Some of them are quite fat.

Yeah, on my grazing.

Mum?

Am I African?

No, Bobo.

Are you?

No.

Is it because we don't have brown skin?
Black skin?

It's complicated.

Is it because we weren't born here?

No.

Sarah says her Ancestors are magic.

I can do magic, too.

I can close my eyes halfway
and make everything disappear.

I think I am African.

I know I'm not English.

And I am not from the sea.

Lucy in
The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe

came from the snow.

I think I came from the sun.

I wonder where they got that.

Probably from some refugee.

I hope they didn't
steal one of our cattle.

I'm hungry.

Ask Sarah to make you something.

It's her afternoon off.

Then ask Jacob.

He doesn't like me.

- I'll ask Mum.
- Mum only thinks about herself.

And her animals.

And me.

I'm really enjoying th...

Disgusting.

Come, guys.

Sarah isn't from here.

She doesn't have children,
which is strange for an African.

What are you doing?

- Nothing.
- Yeah, you're doing magic again.

Are your Ancestors magic?

I bet you they can't do this.

I'm closing my eyes almost all the way.

And I can make you disappear
like I am now.

But I'm still here.

If your Ancestor magic is so strong,

ask them to send you gold.

Lots and lots of gold.

Then you can be rich and then become
the queen of Zimbabwe.

And then you can give me some.

Do you want me to make you a crown?

Yes.

I can get my scarf
to make you look like a queen.

- Too tight? Okay.
- No.

- And maybe one bow maybe. I don't know.
- Okay.

And also a feather.

Okay, a feather.

That's what you want.

That's what you get.

Yes, let me see, let me see.

You look beautiful.

Can we come in?

We are here to give thanks to the Creator.

Can we come in, Creator?

When Jacob visits his Ancestors
at the graves,

he claps and sings
and leaves presents for them.

Can we come in, Creator?

I think he just tells those dead babies
just to stay in there.

We thank you.

Mum says she'd trade all of us
for her horse and her dogs.

But I know that's not true.

When did this start?
Why did you wait so long?

Now he's got to take pills.
Okay, so...

Two in the morning,
two at night. Okay?

Two, two.

Do you understand? Say it back to me.

- Two, two.
- Yes, perfect. Okay. There, take these.

You mustn't wait
when something like this happens.

Sometimes Mum will dance with me again.

She sings, "Olé, I am a Bandit."

That's her favorite song.

And then I'm the angry bull.

And she's so happy.

And she glows.

And she's beautiful again.

This farm belonged to my Ancestors.

We are the Whovana Vevhu.

The children of this soil.

They only talk about
the attacks on the farms.

Never about the men who have been killed

or who are locked up like animals.

You're the boy and you're the horse.

Fetch my horse.

What does it really change?

You guys are a bunch of dozy Arabs.

Mugabe says land for everyone.

But Lucky...

what will it really change?

Look at that one.

Already acting like the parents.

Treating your children like servants.

Now fetch me my tablets.
I think I have a headache.

Go.

Go, go, go, go.

Why did you chase my boys away?

They are not your boys.

They are children just like you.

Are you grown up?

Are you grown up like this?

Look how small you are.

You are too young to be bossing.

Dad!

- Howzit, Chookies.
- Hey, Dad.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

- Look after your mum?
- Yeah.

Did you see his eye?

Dad's home!

I get it. I just think we
need a backup plan.

No, we don't.

We're never selling.

Nicola, you need to keep an open mind.

Oh, darling, I'll never leave here.

And you'll never leave me.

You know I'm right.

When they shut the door,
I'm supposed to go away and get busy.

Mum says they're resting,

but I know what's going on in there.

They're laughing and drinking brandy.

And moving furniture
with their clothes off.

I really hope you haven't
been picking your spots, Vanessa.

They look so ugly.

Let me cover that.

There, that's better.

Okay, run along now.

Can I have?

Come on, stop hogging.

- Give it. Hey, can I have it.
- Hey, come on.

Give it to me, Duncan.

Got to get a cigarette or whatever...

Duncan, it's my turn.

- My turn.
- It's not.

- You are hilarious...
- Who's the best

Agnetha or Anni-Frid?

- Anni-Frid.
- Wait, is that the blonde one?

No.

It's your mum.

You look like a girl.

Pass it on.

Pass it on.

It's my cigarette.

What are they doing?

Shit.

Marry me.

You're drunk.

You're breaking my heart here.

Cheers, Nicky.

Cheers.

I used to be in the drum majorettes.

Can you imagine that?

Margie.

- Seriously.
- I'm sorry, Nicky.

Shit, the results come out tomorrow.

If we lose this election, I say bring on
the bloodshed if that's what they want.

I've got enough ammo for a world war.

The future is never over and once you wrap
your mind around that little philosophy,

I am telling you now.

Shit.

He was an FFB guy, and they shot
up all those village women and kids.

I heard they left the bodies right there
and they were eaten by their own dogs.

And those poor bastards had
to clean the mess up themselves.

Oh, my word!

Nicky's eldest?

I think there's someone in there,
Uncle Anton.

Just look at you, huh?

Grown up.

The last time I saw you, you were...

This big.

Your hair's so nice and long now.

Look how pretty you got.

These cheeks.

These cheeks. You always
had these cheeks, hey?

Open your mouth.

Just like that.

- Howzit, Anton?
- Yeah.

I dreamt last night
that all our cattle died.

I want Samuel to round up
every stray cow on this farm.

If our cows pick up foot-and-mouth,
we're fucked.

This land won't have been worth the fight.

Can you tell me
the story about the person...

human that keeps on
getting in trouble with God?

Once upon a time, there was Mwari,

and there was also Human,
Animal, Plant and Earth.

Everyone got along with everyone else.

All of nature as one family.

No one knew about death then
but it sounded very, very bad.

What do you think dying feels like?

I do not think of such things.

I do.

Please finish the story.

One day, Human got tired of being only as
powerful as the waterfall or the leopard.

"I am going to be more powerful
than everyone else.

"I am going to start
a new world for myself."

So...

he started to chop down the trees,
even the Ebony trees.

He eat the kudu and the impala.

And he even peed in the water.

Hey. It is not funny.

But he peed in the water
that everyone had to drink.

If you want me to tell you holy stories,
you cannot laugh at these things.

Sorry, I won't do it again.
It's just how you said it.

Please carry on telling me.

No.

But I want to know the end of the story.

Give me your hands.

How many are there?

Plenty and many, Madam.

Yes, plenty and many.

But nobody counted.

Yes, madam.

When Mum bosses, her eyes go dark.

The staff say, "Yes, madam."

But their eyes go far away
and I can tell they are not listening.

Such a bloody balls up.

Dad says that Samuel can track anything.

He can put his mind
inside the mind of any living thing.

And know where it went.

And know what it thinks.

I want to know how to track animals too.

I'm going to tell Dad
to make Samuel teach me.

It's the least he can do.

Samuel?

Samuel?

Samuel?

Mr. Robert Mugabe,
the Marxist ZANU-PF leader

looks as if he has walked away
with the Rhodesian election.

Predictions in Salisbury tonight
are that he will get an overall majority.

That's 51 seats or more,
in the 100-seat assembly.

Lord Soames, Mr. Mugabe
and General Peter Walls,

Rhodesia's supreme military commander,

appealed for calm as tension rises
in the country over the final result.

The Rhodesian security Commander,
General Walls,

the man most likely to appeal
to disappointed Rhodesian Whites,

also asked for calm tonight.

His message in a moment.

First, what Lord Soames
had to say to all Rhodesians.

What matters now is that Zimbabwe...

This is still our farm.

Grow up, Bobo.

Don't talk to me like that.

The farm's special to Mum.

And to me.

Why are you defending her?

- She doesn't even like you.
- Vanessa.

- Yes, she does.
- No, she doesn't.

Stop that!

Can't wait for school to start
so that I can get away from this place.

will be no violent action
or reaction of any kind.

This is fucking unbelievable.

Yes, I've already heard of people
who want to sell their farms.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Well, mainly Afrikaners
heading back south.

This is still Rhodesia in my eyes.

Yeah.

a united Zimbabwean army after
seven years of civil war.

Are you going to stay in Rhodesia?

I don't think so.

- Where would you go?
- I'd go to Britain.

In spite of the weather.
I have three children to support.

I don't know what I'm gonna do.

I am worried...

Do you?

I can't watch. No, honestly.

Look at her.

Here we go again.

It was exactly like this last time
before the wheels came off.

I wonder

How many times you've been had

And I wonder how many plans have gone bad

I wonder

How many times you had sex

And I wonder do you know who'll be next?

I wonder

I wonder

Wonder, I do

I wonder about the love
you can't find

And I wonder about
the loneliness that's mine

I wonder
how much going have you got?

And I wonder about
your friends that are not

I wonder...

I know what you were up to.

What is that supposed to mean?

I saw you creeping around
in corners whispering.

Scared.

You can leave if you want to, Tim.

I'm not going anywhere.

We can talk about this when you
are able to have a rational conver...

I am perfectly rational.

Then do you honestly believe that we
shouldn't consider selling when we can...

I saw Uncle Anton stick his thumb
in Van's mouth last night.

Bobo, shut up!

What won't you say to get attention?

Vanessa, that did not happen, did it?

- No.
- Jesus!

- But I saw.
- No, you didn't.

You didn't see anything.

Van?

Why would you say that?

- You're such a liar.
- Quiet.

Why's the front door open?

Heads down.

Stay down.

Nicola, get in here now!

Let's go. Let's go. Quickly.

HQ, this is Papa 28.

Do you read me? Go! In the kitchen.

HQ, this is Papa 28. Do you read me?

Oh, God, I can't see anything.

Van, get me the torch on the mantle.

Why is the floor so sticky?

Papa 28. Do you read me?

- Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
- Sarah!

Sarah!

Vanessa! Get me a dish towel. Hurry up.

- Jesus!
- Sarah!

Good God!

What happened?

Oh, my God.

Bobo, I'm leaving.

Please look after your sister.

Good God!

Damn it!

Sarah, can you hear me?

Push on it!

Is there another one?
Get me another one. Hurry!

Bobo, where's your sister?

Bobo, hold the torch so I can see.

Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.

Sarah.

Please, breathe. Breathe!
Tell them to hurry!

I was supposed to look after her.

Sarah! Sarah! You're doing good.

Please.

Please.

Let her be all right.

I won't smoke. I won't steal.

Please, just let her be okay. Please.

Sarah says that in her village,
they plant a stick.

And that stick grows
into the tree of forgetfulness.

And the Ancestors stay inside the tree.

And if you have problems,
you sit under the tree.

And then you pray
and the Ancestors will help you.

Please, Sarah's Ancestors.

Please bring her back.

Stay back. Stay back.

What are you doing here?

Morning.

What are you doing here?
Who said you could be on this land?

- No, don't smile at me.
- Morning.

Who said you could come on this farm?
This is my farm!

Answer me!

Are you setting traps
on my land, you fuckers?

Answer me!

- This is our land. We are staying here.
- No, you don't!

- This is my farm! Get off my land!
- No!

- This is my land!
- No!

- Go away!
- Stop.

You don't live here!
Get your shit and get out of here!

Get away from there! Get away!

Don't you dare!

- Don't you fucking dare push my horse!
- Mum! Please!

- You hear me? Be quiet, Bobo!
- Mum!

- Don't you touch my horse!
- Go!

Go!

Put that down. Put that down!

- Mum, please stop!
- Don't you hit my horse!

- Stop!
- You want to take me on?

I'll fuck you up!

Don't you dare!

Don't you dare hurt my horse!

I'll fucking kill you!

Mum! Please stop!

- Get off my farm! Get off my farm!
- Please!

This is my land!

Mum! Stop!

I fought for this land.

I fucking buried children on this land.

This is my land.

Get your shit and fuck off out of here!

Mum! Stop!

We will beat you!

Madam.

What do you want?

Don't you have your comrades
at the hospital that can help you?

- Madam...
- No, don't "But, madam" me.

I'm not "madam" anymore.

- I'm comrade now. Yeah!
- We're seeking help.

Well, you should have thought
about that in the first place.

Now you can go sit on the side
of the road with everybody else

and wait for a lift to town.

- You voted for this government.
- No, you're my mother.

I am not your bloody mother!

Sarah doesn't believe
in the Garden of Eden.

And she doesn't believe that Adam and Eve
wore leaves on their private parts.

She believes in Mwari and Earth.

I wish she finished telling me that story.

Bugger off, Bobo.

Bugger off.

- You know they want to kill me?
- Who, Mum?

The staff, the whole lot up there.

- Why would they want to do that?
- Because I know about them.

Because they're crooks.
They're poaching leopards.

I see them all over my land
and I'm finding traps everywhere.

They're all in on it with the squatters.

It's not funny.

Yes, it is.

No, it's not.

- I think it is.
- It's not.

Stop buggering around!

Listen, you two.

You better watch it.

These people are all in on it
and they know what they're doing

so you just better bloody watch yourself.

Hey!

Where's Sarah?

I want to know when Sarah's coming back.

Go away. Go away.

You are the reason
those Gandanga came down here.

They saw Sarah always with you
and now they want to punish her.

Piss off! Go away!

I think Mum would die if we left the farm.

I don't see how we can stay.

Those squatters are just the beginning.

Yeah. Mum says the staff
are poaching the leopards.

Well, maybe you should take what
Mum says with a pinch of salt right now.

I'm worried Mum's becoming a maniac again.

It's manic, not maniac.

That's what I said.

Mum just needs
her nervous breakdown pills.

Sit.

I'll work with that.

Your ears come out.

Boop.

A lot of people are stuck.

They'll end up working for these blokes.

You're lucky the bank is willing
to give you something for the place.

They'll be handing
these farms out to their mates.

Yeah, well.

Feels like daylight robbery to me.

If you can just sign here. And here.

Right.

There you have it.

Who's that?

I sold the farm, Tub.

No, you can't do that.

You can't... You can't do that.

I had to.

But this is... This is our...

This is our farm.

This is everything we fought for.

Everything. What are you saying?

No. What are... No. What are you saying?

It's already done, Tub.

No. No. Is this it?

This is it? No, no, no.

Look, look. It's so easy.

You just go run down the road after them.

Don't you do that without me!

- No, no, no, no, no, please!
- Listen to me. Nicola. Nicola.

Don't do that to me.

- It's time. It's time to go.
- No, please.

No.

You can scream and cry and howl

and drink until you fall down but I will
not let you take us all down with you!

Think about someone else
for once in your bloody life.

No!

I'm sorry. Is he all right?

I didn't hit him, did I?

No problem, madam.

Hello.

Are you fine?

Yes, thank you.

Come.

Come and eat with us.

No, thank you.

Don't be afraid.

You must have your lunch here with us.

No, thanks.

- Come.
- I'm fine.

Have a seat.

Fine.

Thank you.

What happened to him?

He had a fever many years ago.

But he held on.

He's strong.

My son.

I must be getting back now.

Thank you for sharing your food with me.

Thank you.

Sarah, you're back.

Does it hurt?

Did you die?

I'm alive, Bobo.

We're leaving.

Dad's sold the farm.

Are you coming with us?

But... But Sarah.

- Please.
- Come out.

Get out and let Sarah rest.

This is not the time
for you to be bossing.

Get out.

Get out!

And... when you leave this place...

Sarah is not going with you.

She's going to be with her family.

Yeah.

With people who will take care of her.

Not people who will leave her
for wild animals to eat her.

And I'm sitting in front.

But that's not fair.

Fine. Then I'm sitting
in front on the way back.

I take it you're not coming with?

But you always get the costume.

Well, I know they wanted
to give us a good send-off.

Yeah, so? I'm older.

Fuck.

You see, Patricia or Delicia

Not only is a singer

She also removes all her clothing

For Patricia is the best stripper in town

And with a swing of her hips

She started to strip

To tremendous applause

She took off her drawers
And with a lick of her lips

She undid all her clips

And threw it all in the air

And everybody stared

And as the last piece of clothing
Fell to the floor

The police were banging on the door

On a Saturday night in 1924

Shame, Tim. You look so sad.

Must be so hard for her.
It's not like anyone lives in Zambia.

- She's tough old Nicky. Very tough.
- Just bloody stay, man.

Come on, Timmy.

Do you remember this?

No! No, no, no!
Get off me, you two.

You're like a couple of ticks.

There was a warning in the valley.
I heard it.

I heard it.

Fucking imbeciles!

We're leaving, Tim! Let's go now!

Get out!

Mum!

Dad!

Dad, help!

Dad!

Mum!

Dad!

Dad says we can only
take one suitcase each.

I'm taking my drawings and my pellet gun.

Van's taking her makeup and her books.

Look what a beautiful queen you are, Bobo.

- Please come with us.
- No, Bobo.

There's nothing for me in Zambia.

I'm going back to my village.

You should have asked your Ancestors
for gold when I told you.

Then you would be rich
and we wouldn't have to leave.

The Ancestors give us
what they know we need.

Not always the things we ask for.

Yeah, but you still could have asked.

Mum says she wasn't trying to die.

She was just resting her eyes.

I think she's lying.

She says she wants
to leave here now, anyway.

And never see any of those
fucking idiots ever again.

Be careful with those, Vanessa.

I hope you washed your hands.

Bobo, this is how the story ends.

Earth begged Mwari
to be merciful to Human.

And Mwari relented, a little.

"When Human dies,
I will still take back his femo raMwari,

his God breath,

but his bones will be returned
to you from whence they were forged.

They will lie in your embrace forever."

And so it is.

We humans in the end.

Our God breath goes back to Mwari
and our bones return to Mother Earth.

And all our lives, we are cursed
with separation and loneliness...

and longing.

Turn around.

If you love me, you'll turn around.

Please turn around.

Please.

Sarah.

Sarah.

You are the Queen.

Queen of Zimbabwe.