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Stephen Kumalo:
THERE IS A LOVELY ROAD

THAT RUNS FROM IXOPO
INTO THE HILLS.

THESE HILLS ARE GRASS-COVERED
AND ROLLING,

AND THEY ARE LOVELY
BEYOND ANY SINGING OF IT.

THE ROAD CLIMBS 7 MILES
INTO THEM, TO CARISBROOKE,

AND FROM THERE,
IF THERE IS NO MIST,

YOU LOOK DOWN ON ONE OF
THE FAIREST VALLEYS IN AFRICA.

[WOMAN CALLING OUT]

UMFUNDISI!

UMFUNDISI?

UMFUNDISI?

COME IN.

YES?

I BRING A LETTER,
UMFUNDISI.

A LETTER?

THANK YOU.

GO WELL, MY CHILD.

ARE YOU HUNGRY,
SMALL ONE?

A LITTLE HUNGRY,
UMFUNDISI.

GO TO THE MOTHER, THEN.

PERHAPS SHE HAS SOME FOOD.

THANK YOU, UMFUNDISI.

[COW MOOING
IN DISTANCE]

STEPHEN?

HAS THE CHILD GONE YET?

SHE'S STILL EATING.

LET HER EAT.

SHE BROUGHT A LETTER.

IT IS FROM JOHANNESBURG.

IT IS NOT FROM ABSALOM,
OUR SON,

BUT PERHAPS IT CONCERNS HIM.

PERHAPS, PERHAPS, PERHAPS,
IT IS FROM MY BROTHER JOHN.

WE WANT A LETTER
FROM JOHANNESBURG,

BUT WHEN IT COMES,

WE'RE AFRAID TO OPEN IT.

WHO'S AFRAID?

OPEN IT!

WELL?

IT'S FROM THE MISSION HOUSE,
SOPHIATOWN, JOHANNESBURG,

26 SEPTEMBER, 1946.

"MY DEAR BROTHER
IN CHRIST,

"I HAD THE EXPERIENCE
OF MEETING A YOUNG WOMAN

"HERE IN JOHANNESBURG.

"SHE IS YOUR SISTER,
GERTRUDE KUMALO.

"SHE IS VERY SICK,

AND I ASK YOU TO COME
QUICKLY TO JOHANNESBURG."

Stephen: THIS IS A JOURNEY
I HAVE ALWAYS FEARED,

WHERE MY PEOPLE HAVE GONE,
NEVER TO RETURN.

THE YOUNG MEN HAVE GONE
TO THE MINES,

SO THE YOUNG WOMEN
GO TO FIND THEM,

FOR WHO CAN ENJOY
THE LOVELY LAND

AND THE SUN THAT POURS DOWN
ON THE EARTH

WHEN WHITE WILL NOT LIVE
EQUALLY WITH BLACK?

A LAND WHERE THE WHITE MAN
HAS EVERYTHING

AND THE BLACK MAN NOTHING?

£12, 5 AND 6.

TAKE IT ALL, STEPHEN.

AND THE POST OFFICE BOOK.

THERE IS £10 IN IT.

THERE MAY BE DOCTORS,
HOSPITALS,

OTHER TROUBLES.

PLEASE TAKE IT.

YOU'LL NEED IT.

[TRAIN WHISTLE]

THEY HAVE BLOWN
THE LAST WHISTLE, UMFUNDISI.

THE TRAIN IS NEAR.

I WANT TO ASK A FAVOR,
UMFUNDISI.

ASK THE FAVOR.

YOU KNOW SIBEKO?

YES.

WELL, SIBEKO'S DAUGHTER WORKED
FOR THIS WHITE MAN, uSMITH,

AND WHEN
uSMITH'S DAUGHTER MARRIED

AND MOVED TO JOHANNESBURG,

SIBEKO'S DAUGHTER
WENT WITH THEM TO WORK.

UH-HUH...

BUT SIBEKO HAS
HAD NO WORD FROM HER

THESE PAST 10, 12 MONTHS.

THIS THE ADDRESS
OF uSMITH'S DAUGHTER.

SIBEKO ASKS
THAT YOU INQUIRE.

[TRAIN WHISTLE]

Boy: GRANDDAD!

MY BOY.

HELLO.

James Jarvis:
LOVELY TO SEE YOU BOTH.

YOU'RE LOOKING MARVELOUS.

AND HOW IS YOUR HUSBAND?

YOUR SON IS
IN GOOD HEALTH, THANK YOU.

IS IT TRUE THAT HE OPENED
A BOYS' CLUB FOR BLACKS?

YES.

THE CLAREMONT
AFRICAN BOYS' CLUB.

WHAT'S HE WANT
TO DO THAT FOR?

I JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND
ARTHUR.

I GUESS I NEVER WILL
UNDERSTAND HIM.

I WISH HE'D LEAVE THINGS
AS THEY ARE.

I WISH HE'D FACE REALITY.
HE'S A DREAMER.

BLACKS HAVE THEIR PLACE,
WE HAVE OUR PLACE.

BLACKS LIVE THEIR LIVES,
WE LIVE OUR LIVES,

BUT SEPARATELY.

YOU KNOW, IAN,
THERE'S AN OLD SAYING

THAT BIRDS OF A FEATHER
STICK TOGETHER.

PLEASE.

WE'RE HERE
FOR A FAMILY HOLIDAY.

WELL, WHY ISN'T HEHERE
WITH HIS FAMILY,

INSTEAD OF BACK THERE?

TELL ME, MY FRIEND,

WHY DID SIBEKO
NOT COME TO ME HIMSELF?

HE WAS AFRAID, UMFUNDISI.

HE'S NOT OF OUR CHURCH.

IS HE NOT OF OUR PEOPLE?

[WHISTLE BLOWS]

CAN A MAN IN TROUBLE
GO ONLY TO THOSE
OF HIS CHURCH?

I SHALL TELL HIM,
UMFUNDISI.

TELL SIBEKO I SHALL INQUIRE
ABOUT HIS DAUGHTER.

STAY WELL, MY FRIEND.

GO WELL, UMFUNDISI.

GO WELL.

[WHISTLE BLOWS]

HEY, LOOK!

THE MINES!

WAKE UP.

IT'S THE MINES!

Man: UMFUNDISI...

THE TRAIN
DOES NOT STOP HERE.

IS THIS
NOT JOHANNESBURG?

[LAUGHTER]
NO, NO, NO.

UMFUNDISI,JOHANNESBURG
IS STILL A LONG WAY AWAY.

DON'T GET UP,
MAN.

DON'T GET UP.

[MAN BLOWS WHISTLE
ON PLATFORM]

Man on P.A.: WELCOME
TO JOHANNESBURG STATION.

PASSENGERS ARE ASKED TO HAVE
THEIR CLAIM CHECKS IN HAND.

JOHANNESBURG STATION.

NOW WE ARE HERE,
UMFUNDISI.

JOHANNESBURG.

[ORCHESTRA PLAYING
SWING MUSIC]

[CAR HORN HONKS]

[MEN SHOUTING]

WHERE ARE YOU GOING,
FATHER?

SOPHIATOWN.

AHA, SOPHIATOWN.

COME WITH ME
AND I SHALL SHOW YOU.

AH, THANK YOU.
THANK YOU.

YOU MUST STAND
IN THIS LINE, UMFUNDISI.

SHALL I GET THE TICKET
FOR YOU, UMFUNDISI,

SO YOU WON'T LOSE
YOUR PLACE IN THE LINE?

AH, THANK YOU.
YOU ARE KIND.

FRIEND.

FRIEND.

PLEASE TELL ME,
WHERE IS THE TICKET OFFICE?

WHAT TICKET OFFICE,
UMFUNDISI?

FOR THE TICKET,
FOR THE BUS.

YOU GET THE TICKET
IN THE BUS.

THERE IS
NO TICKET OFFICE HERE.

BUT A YOUNG MAN SAID...

I GAVE HIM MONEY
FOR A TICKET.

YOU'VE BEEN ROBBED,
UMFUNDISI.

WHERE ARE YOU GOING TO?

SOPHIATOWN?

YES, THE MISSION HOUSE.

OH. JUST WAIT A LITTLE.
THE BUS IS COMING,

AND THEN
I'LL TAKE YOU THERE.

[SWING MUSIC PLAYING
ON RADIO]

[WOMAN SCREAMING]

[MEN SHOUTING]

YOU'VE BEEN A VERY
LONG JOURNEY, UMFUNDISI.

AND I FEAR
IT'S ONLY THE BEGINNING.

[KNOCKING]

GOOD EVENING,
REVEREND MSIMANGU.

I BRING A FRIEND TO YOU,

THE REVEREND KUMALO
FROM NDOTSHENI.

[SPEAKING ZULU LANGUAGE]

I AM GLAD TO GREET YOU.

PLEASE, COME IN.
COME IN.

Stephen: THANK YOU.

Father Vincent:
LORD GOD, WE THANK YOU

FOR THE FOOD
THOU HAST GIVEN US.

WE PRAY FOR THOSE
WHO ARE NOT SO FORTUNATE,

AND WE PRAY FOR OUR BROTHER
STEPHEN KUMALO, OUR VISITOR,

THAT HE MAY DO THY WORK.

IN JESUS CHRIST, AMEN.

AMEN.
AMEN.

[YAWNING]

I THINK OUR VISITOR
IS IN NEED OF HIS BED.

[MEN LAUGH]

REVEREND MSIMANGU,

WOULD YOU SHOW OUR VISITOR
TO HIS ROOM?

THIS WILL BE YOUR ROOM,
UMFUNDISI.

Msimangu: THANK YOU,
MRS. LITHEBE.

THE FATHER WILL
ONLY BE SLEEPING HERE.

HE WILL TAKE HIS MEALS
WITH US IN THE MISSION.

IF THERE'S ANYTHING,
PLEASE ASK, UMFUNDISI.

I THANK YOU.

SLEEP WELL, UMFUNDISI.

SLEEP WELL, MOTHER.

Stephen: YOU WILL PARDON ME
IF I'M HASTY,

BUT I AM ANXIOUS TO HEAR
ABOUT MY SISTER.

OH, YES, YES, I AM SURE
YOU ARE ANXIOUS,

BUT TELL ME FIRST,

WHY DID SHE COME
TO JOHANNESBURG?

TO LOOK FOR HER HUSBAND.

HE WAS RECRUITED
FOR THE MINES,

BUT HE DID NOT WRITE,

AND HE DID NOT RETURN.

SHE TOOK HER SMALL CHILD

AND CAME HERE
TO LOOK FOR HIM.

IS SHE VERY SICK?

YES, SHE IS VERY SICK,

BUT IT'S NOT THAT KIND
OF SICKNESS.

SHE'S A...

PROSTITUTE.

I DO NOT KNOW IF SHE
EVER FOUND HER HUSBAND,

BUT SHE HAS
NO HUSBAND NOW.

SHE'S IN CLAREMONT.

IT IS THE RUBBISH HEAP
OF THE CITY.

I HAVE TWO OTHER
GREAT SORROWS--

MY SON ABSALOM, HE CAME HERE
ALSO TO LOOK FOR MY SISTER,

BUT...

WE SHALL TRY
TO FIND HIM, MY BROTHER.

YOU ARE KIND.

I'M NOT KIND.

I'M A SINFUL
AND SELFISH MAN,

BUT GOD PUT
HIS HANDS ON ME.

THAT IS ALL.

YOU SAID
TWO GREAT SORROWS.

I HAVE A BROTHER
ALSO HERE IN JOHANNESBURG.

HE, TOO, DOES NOT WRITE
ANYMORE.

JOHN KUMALO, CARPENTER.

AH, JOHN KUMALO.

AH, YES, I KNOW HIM.

HE'S TOO BUSY TO WRITE.

HE'S ONE OF
OUR GREAT POLITICIANS.

HE HAS NO USE
FOR THE CHURCH ANYMORE.

HE SAYS THAT WHAT GOD HAS
NOT DONE FOR SOUTH AFRICA,

MEN MUST DO.

[SIGH]

THIS IS A BITTER JOURNEY.

WE SHALL START TOMORROW
AND TRY TO SWEETEN IT.

SLEEP WELL.

GO WELL, MY BROTHER.

[BAND PLAYING JAZZ]

[WOMAN SINGING
IN ZULU LANGUAGE]

COME HERE, YOU BITCH!

I TOLD YOU NOT TO COME
IN HERE AGAIN!

JUST GET OUT OF HERE,

UNLESS YOU WANT
A PICK-UP, UMFUNDISI.

HEY! WHERE YOU THINK
YOU'RE GOING TO, EH?

COME BACK HERE,
YOU BASTARD!

HYPOCRITES!

THE LADY IN PINK,
WHERE IS SHE?

HAVE YOU SEEN HER?

THE LADY IN PINK.

[MAN IN ROOM SHOUTS]

WHERE IS SHE?
HAVE YOU SEEN HER?

WHERE IS SHE?

SHE'S IN HERE.

GO WELL, UMFUNDISI,
WELL. HA HA!

GO ON. GO AHEAD.

WHEN YOU'RE READY,

YOU'LL FIND ME
IN THE NEXT-DOOR HOUSE.

NUMBER 13.

A MAN AND WOMAN OF
OUR CHURCH LIVE THERE.

I'LL WAIT.

[JAZZ PLAYING ON RADIO]

AAH!

AAH!

[SOBBING]

MY SISTER...

YOU HAVE SHAMED US.

WHY, GERTRUDE? WHY?

I HAD TO HAVE MONEY
FOR THE CHILD.

WHERE IS THE CHILD?

I WILL SEND FOR HIM.

WHERE'S YOUR HUSBAND?

I HAVE NOT FOUND HIM,
MY BROTHER.

I HAVE COME
TO TAKE YOU BACK.

DO YOU WISH TO COME BACK?

DO YOU WISH WITH YOUR HEART
TO COME BACK?

I DO NOT
LIKE JOHANNESBURG.

I'M A BAD WOMAN,
MY BROTHER.

I'M NO WOMAN
TO GO BACK.

I'VE BEEN IN PRISON.

I'M A BAD WOMAN.

OH, GOD FORGIVE US.

[DOG BARKING]

YOU'RE THIEVES!

YOU'RE STEALING
MY PROPERTY.

SHE'S MY PROPERTY!

BITCH! YOU SAID
YOU WOULDN'T LEAVE ME!

YOU'D SCREW THE POPE!

COME BACK HERE!

COME BACK HERE!

[BRICK BOUNCES
OFF CAR]

AND YOU, WHY ARE YOU
STANDING HERE?

GET INSIDE! GO ON, GET!

MY SON ABSALOM,
HAVE YOU NOT HEARD OF HIM?

I DID HEAR OF HIM.

HE LIVED HERE
IN SOPHIATOWN.

WHERE, I'M NOT SURE,

BUT HE WAS
OFTEN TOGETHER

WITH THE SON
OF OUR BROTHER JOHN.

HE WILL KNOW.

ALL WE ASK FOR
IS JUSTICE!

Men in audience:
JUSTICE!

JUSTICE!

DIGNITY!

DECENCY!

DECENCY!
DECENCY!

HERE IN JOHANNESBURG,

IT IS THE MINES!

THE MINES!
THE MINES!

EVERYTHING
IS THE MINES!

THE MINES!
THE MINES!

EVERYTHING THE WHITE MAN HAS

IS BUILT WITH THE GOLD
FROM THE MINES!

THE MINES!
THE MINES!

THE HOSPITAL...

FOR EUROPEANS...

THE BIGGEST HOSPITAL
SOUTH OF THE EQUATOR

IS BUILT WITH GOLD
FROM THE MINES!

THE MINES!
THE MINES!

BUT...

GO...

GO TO OUR HOSPITAL...

AND SEE OUR PEOPLE

LYING ON THE FLOORS.

THEY LIE SO CLOSE,

YOU CANNOT STEP
OVER THEM.

EVERYTHING IS BUILT
FROM OUR LABOR!

AND WE GET POORER,

AND THE WHITE MAN
GETS RICHER!

SO NOW THEY WILL PUT UP

OUR BUS FARES.

BUT WE KNOW
HOW TO ANSWER THEM!

WE WILL DO
WHAT MUST BE DONE!

TALK TO YOUR BROTHERS
AND TO YOUR SISTERS.

TELL THEM
WHAT IS DECIDED!

UMBUMA!

GO WELL.

STAY WELL.

[SINGING IN ZULU LANGUAGE]

THE MEETING'S OVER.
I'M LOCKING UP NOW.

UMFUNDISI.

I'M SURPRISED TO SEE MEN
OF THE CLOTH HERE TONIGHT.

GOOD EVENING,
MY OWN BROTHER.

WELL, WELL...

WHAT ARE YOU DOING
IN JOHANNESBURG?

DO YOU KNOW
THE REVEREND MSIMANGU?

OF COURSE.

EVERYBODY KNOWS
THE GOOD REVEREND.

YOU DID NOT WRITE TO US,
MY BROTHER.

WHY?

YOU PEOPLE IN NDOTSHENI

DO NOT UNDERSTAND
THE WAY OF LIFE

IN JOHANNESBURG.

I THOUGHT IT BETTER
NOT TO WRITE.

TROUBLE,
UNNECESSARY TROUBLE.

I WANT TO ASK YOU
SOMETHING, MY BROTHER.

I DO NOT GIVE MONEY
TO THE CHURCH.

REVEREND MSIMANGU
KNOWS THAT.

NO, NO.
IT IS NOT ABOUT MONEY.

WHERE IS MY SON?

WELL, YOU HAVE HEARD,
NO DOUBT,

THAT HE WAS FRIENDLY
WITH MY SON.

I HAVE HEARD THAT, YES.

WELL, THEN YOU KNOW
HOW THESE YOUNG MEN ARE.

I DO NOT BLAME THEM
ALTOGETHER.

HE WANTED TO LIVE
NEAR HIS WORK.

HE HAD GOOD WORK,
SO I DID NOT STOP HIM,

AND YOUR SON
WENT WITH HIM.

AND WHERE, MY BROTHER?

I HAVE A LETTER FROM HIM
HERE SOMEWHERE. YES.

YES, HERE IT IS.

AH, YES,
WITH THE ADDRESS.

MY WORD, IT'S DATED
OVER A YEAR AGO.

I REALLY MUST WRITE
TO HIM. HEH HEH.

DOORNKOP. WE'LL GO.

MY HANDS ARE YOURS,
MY FRIEND.

[MSIMANGU SPEAKING
ZULU LANGUAGE]

THANK YOU.

MY BROTHER
HAS GREATLY CHANGED.

BUT HE HAS SOME TRUTH
ON HIS SIDE.

TRUTH? BUT HOW CAN HE HAVE
TRUTH ON HIS SIDE AND NOT GOD?

AT LEAST
HE'S GOT SOMETHING.

LOOK AROUND YOU.

WHAT DO YOU SEE?

POVERTY, PAIN,
SUFFERING.

SOMETIMES IT IS HARD
EVEN FOR ME TO KEEP FAITH.

PERHAPS GOD IS
ALSO ON HIS SIDE,

ONLY YOUR BROTHER DOES NOT
WANT TO KNOW IT ANYMORE.

[THUNDER]

HERE, HOLD THIS.

James:
WELL, CAPTAIN,

HAVE YOU BROUGHT US
SOME RAIN TODAY?

I DON'T SEE ANY,
MR. JARVIS.

WELL, NO.

NO...

NEITHER DO I.

MR. JARVIS...

TOBIAS!
TRY THE CARBURETOR!

YES?

I HAVE SOME BAD NEWS
FOR YOU, SIR.

IS IT MY SON?

YES, MR. JARVIS.

IS HE DEAD?

I AFRAID SO, SIR.

DEAD?

YES, SIR.

SIR.

I'M FINE.

I'M FINE.

I'M FINE.

HE WAS SHOT DEAD
EARLIER TODAY

IN JOHANNESBURG, SIR.

SHOT?

SHOT DEAD?

YES, SIR.

THEY SUSPECT
A NATIVE GANG, SIR.

A NATIVE GANG?

YES, SIR.

DID YOU KNOW
HIS WIFE WAS AWAY, SIR?

OH, YES, YES.

SHE'S...SHE'S HERE.

SHE'S HERE WITH US,

UM, WITH HER SON, MY...

MY--MY--MY GRANDSON.

I'M SORRY, MR. JARVIS.

I REALLY AM SORRY
TO BRING YOU THIS NEWS.

THAT'S VERY KIND OF YOU.

THAT'S VERY KIND OF YOU.

I AM INSTRUCTED
TO OFFER YOU

EVERY ASSISTANCE,
MR. JARVIS.

IS THERE SOMEWHERE
I CAN USE THE TELEPHONE?

SHOT DEAD?

YES, SIR.

HAVE YOU CAUGHT THIS...

GANG OF NATIVES?

NOT YET, SIR.

OH, GOD. SHOT DEAD.

Ian: HELLO, GRANDDAD!

HE WAS OUR ONLY CHILD,
YOU KNOW.

I KNOW THAT, MR. JARVIS.

THE TELEPHONE
IS IN THE HALL.

IT'S A PARTY LINE.

THANK YOU, SIR.

EVERYTHING
ALL RIGHT, DEAR?

I, UH...I, UM...

IAN, MY STUDY,

MY TOBACCO POUCH.

WOULD YOU?

THERE'S A GOOD LAD.

THERE'S BEEN...

THERE'S BEEN
AN ACCIDENT.

Mary: NO!

MUM!

AH, YES, CAPTAIN COLLINS.

[CLOCK CHIMING]

THIS IS A TERRIBLE THING
THAT'S HAPPENED.

ARTHUR JARVIS WAS
A COURAGEOUS YOUNG MAN,

AND HE WAS A GREAT FIGHTER
FOR JUSTICE.

MM, IT IS INDEED
A TERRIBLE THING.

HE WAS PRESIDENT OF
THE AFRICAN BOYS' CLUB

HERE IN CLAREMONT
ON GLADIOLA STREET.

WE WERE TALKING
ABOUT THE MURDER.

EVERYONE IS TALKING
ABOUT THE MURDER.

I EXPECT YOU KNEW
THIS MAN, ARTHUR JARVIS.

JARVIS?

HE CAME FROM YOUR PART
OF THE COUNTRY.

IT SAYS HERE,
"MR. ARTHUR JARVIS,

"THE ONLY SON
OF MR. AND MRS. JAMES JARVIS,

CARISBROOKE, NATAL."

I KNEW THE FATHER.

I KNEW HIM BY SIGHT
AND BY NAME.

WE HAVE NEVER SPOKEN.

HIS FARM IS IN THE HILLS
ABOVE NDOTSHENI.

SOMETIMES HE RODE
PAST MY CHURCH.

I DID NOT KNOW
THE SON.

YET...I REMEMBER...

A SMALL, BRIGHT BOY.

HE, TOO, SOMETIMES RODE
HIS HORSE PAST THE CHURCH.

[SHOUTING]

[HORN HONKING]

EXCUSE ME, PLEASE.
SORRY.

UMFUNDISI,ARE YOU
GOING TO ALEXANDRA?

YES.

WE ARE HERE TO STOP YOU.

YOU SEE,
IF YOU TAKE THIS BUS,

YOU ARE WEAKENING THE CAUSE
OF THE BLACK PEOPLE.

OUR BUSINESS
IS VERY URGENT.

THIS BOYCOTT
IS ALSO VERY URGENT.

IS IT A LONG WAY TO WALK?

IT IS A LONG WAY,
UMFUNDISI,

PERHAPS 11 MILES.

THAT IS A VERY LONG WAY
FOR AN OLD MAN.

MEN AS OLD AS YOU

ARE DOING IT
EVERY DAY, UMFUNDISI,

AND WOMEN.

AND SOME ARE SICK,
AND SOME ARE CRIPPLED,

AND CHILDREN.

THEY START AT 4:00
IN THE MORNING

AND RETURN
AT 8:00 AT NIGHT.

I CANNOT STOP YOU
FROM TAKING THIS BUS,

BUT THIS IS A CAUSE
WORTH FIGHTING FOR.

VERY WELL. WE SHALL
NOT USE THE BUS.

THANK YOU, UMFUNDISI.

GO WELL.

[CHURCH BELL RINGS,
CHOIR SINGING]

♪ HALLELUJAH,
MAGATU ♪

♪ HALLELUJAH

♪ HALLELUJAH

♪ HALLELUJAH

♪ HALLELUJAH,
MAGATU ♪

♪ HALLELUJAH

♪ HALLELUJAH

♪ HALLELUJAH

♪ HALLELUJAH,
MAGATU... ♪

SAWUBONA,MRS. MKIZE.

WHAT DO YOU WANT?

WE ARE HERE ABOUT
ABSALOM KUMALO.

[JAZZ PLAYING ON RADIO]

WHEN DID HE GO?

A YEAR, IT MUST BE.

AND HAD HE A FRIEND?

YES. THE SON OF HIS
FATHER'S BROTHER,

BUT THEY LEFT
TOGETHER.

AND YOU DO NOT KNOW
WHERE THEY WENT?

NO. THEY TALKED
OF MANY PLACES.

AND HOW DID HE
BEHAVE HIMSELF,

THIS ABSALOM KUMALO?

I SAW NOTHING WRONG.

BUT YOU GUESSED
THERE WAS SOMETHING WRONG.

THERE WAS NOTHING
WRONG.

THEN WHY ARE YOU
AFRAID?
I'M NOT AFRAID.

[GASPS]

WHY DO YOU TREMBLE?

BECAUSE I'M COLD.

THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG.

MY FRIEND,
TWO ARE FALSE ALARM
TOO MANY.

TURN LEFT AT THAT
BIG STREET.

THERE'S A PLACE
OF REFRESHMENT.

WAIT FOR ME THERE.

[DOOR CREAKS]

MRS. MKIZE.

MRS. MKIZE?

MRS. MKIZE.

WHAT DO YOU WANT?

THE OLD MAN
WHO WAS WITH ME,

HE'S THE FATHER OF
ABSALOM KUMALO.

HE'S SUFFERING
BECAUSE HE CANNOT FIND
HIS SON.

THAT'S A BAD THING.

YES, IT IS A BAD THING.

TELL ME WHAT YOU
WOULD NOT TELL HIM.

I HAVE NOTHING TO TELL.

KNOW THAT IF IT IS
NECESSARY I SHALL GO
TO THE POLICE

BECAUSE THERE WILL BE
NO OTHER PLACE TO GO!

IT IS HARD FOR A WOMAN
WHO IS ALONE!

IT IS HARD
FOR AN OLD MAN
LOOKING FOR HIS SON!

NO, I'M AFRAID.

I SWEAR TO YOU
ON THIS BOOK

THAT NO TROUBLE
WILL COME TO YOU OF THIS,

FOR WE SEEK
ONLY A BOY.

SO HELP ME GOD.

WHAT SORT OF LIFE
DID THEY LEAD?

OH, THEY BROUGHT
MANY THINGS HERE,
UMFUNDISI.

WHAT THINGS?

CLOTHES, WATCHES,
MONEY,

FOOD IN BOTTLES
AND TINS,

AND MANY OTHER THINGS.

AND WHY DID THEY LEAVE?

I THINK THEY WERE NEAR
TO BEING DISCOVERED,
UMFUNDISI.

AND THEY LEFT WHEN?

ABOUT A YEAR SINCE.

INDEED AS I TOLD YOU.

BUT I DO NOT KNOW
WHERE THEY'VE GONE.

THANK YOU.

UMFUNDISI...

THEY WERE FRIENDLY WITH
THE TAXI DRIVER HLABENI.

YOU'LL FIND HIM
NEAR THE BUS STOP.
EVERYONE KNOWS HIM.

THANK YOU,
MRS. MKIZE.

MR. HLABENI...

HOW DID YOU KNOW
MY NAME?

A LITTLE BLACK BIRD
TOLD ME.

SHE ALSO TOLD ME
YOU CAN HELP US FIND
A YOUNG MAN--

ABSALOM KUMALO.

I'M NOT HERE TO MAKE
TROUBLE FOR YOU,

BUT MY COMPANION
IS THE FATHER
OF THE YOUNG MAN.

UH, YEAH, UMFUNDISI.

HE HAS COME FROM NATAL
TO FIND HIM.

CAN YOU HELP US?

I KNEW THIS YOUNG MAN,
UMFUNDISI.

AND WHERE IS HE NOW?

I HEARD HE WAS GOING
TO ORLANDO.

BUT ORLANDO
IS A BIG PLACE.

WHERE THE SQUATTERS ARE
IT'S NOT SO BIG.

NURSE...

MR. MSIMANGU.

[GREETINGS IN ZULU
EXCHANGED]

YOU KNOW EVERYONE
IN THIS GODFORSAKEN
PLACE.

WE'RE LOOKING FOR
A YOUNG MAN,

THE SON OF
MY BROTHER HERE.

THE BOY'S NAME
IS ABSALOM KUMALO.

DID YOU EVER
KNOW HIM?

YES.

AND WHERE DOES HE LIVE?

I'M SORRY,
UMFUNDISI.

YOUR SON
IS NOT HERE.

THEY TOOK HIM AWAY.

THE MAGISTRATE
SENT HIM TO
THE REFORMATORY.

[ROLL BEING CALLED]

STRANGE.

ABSALOM TOLD US
HE HAD NO PEOPLE.

HE WAS NO DOUBT
ASHAMED.

YOUR SON DID VERY WELL
WITH US, UMFUNDISI.

HE BECAME ONE
OF OUR SENIOR BOYS

AND I HAVE GREAT HOPE
FOR HIS FUTURE.

YOU MEAN, SIR,
THAT HE IS GONE?

YES.

BUT ONLY A MONTH AGO.

WE RELEASED HIM EARLY,

PARTLY BECAUSE
OF HIS AGE

AND PARTLY BECAUSE
OF HIS GOOD BEHAVIOR.

BUT MAINLY BECAUSE
THERE WAS A GIRL

WHO WAS PREGNANT BY HIM.

AND IS HE NOW MARRIED, SIR?

NO, UMFUNDISI.

HE IS NOT MARRIED.

BUT THAT MUST NOT
WORRY YOU.

THE REAL QUESTION IS

WHETHER HE WILL
CARE FOR THEM

AND LEAD A DECENT LIFE.

WE ARRANGED HOUSING
FOR THEM AT PIMVILLE.

SO, IF YOU WILL WAIT
UNTIL I'VE FINISHED
MY WORK,

I CAN TAKE YOU
TO SEE THEM.

WE HAVE COME TO INQUIRE
AFTER ABSALOM.

THIS UMFUNDISI
IS HIS FATHER.

HE WENT ON SATURDAY
TO SPRINGS.

HAS NOT YET RETURNED.

BUT THIS IS TUESDAY.

HAVE YOU HEARD
NOTHING FROM HIM?

NOTHING.

WHEN WILL HE RETURN?

I DO NOT KNOW.

WHAT WILL YOU DO?

I DO NOT KNOW.

YOU CAN DO NOTHING HERE.
LET US GO.

[WHISPERING]
My friend...

I TELL YOU,
YOU CAN DO NOTHING.

HAVE YOU NOT TROUBLES
ENOUGH OF YOUR OWN?

THERE ARE
THOUSANDS LIKE HER
IN JOHANNESBURG.

YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND.

THE CHILD WILL BE
MY GRANDCHILD.

[SIGHS]
OH, GREAT.

EVEN THAT
YOU DO NOT KNOW.

THANK YOU.

DO NOT GIVE UP HOPE,
UMFUNDISI,

AND I WILL NOT
GIVE UP THE SEARCH.

[SPEAKING ZULU LANGUAGE]

Stephen:
HE'S A GOOD MAN.

COME, LET US WALK.

WHAT IS IT,
MY FRIEND?

I'M ASHAMED
TO WALK WITH YOU.

I ASK YOUR FORGIVENESS
FOR MY UGLY WORDS.

YOU MEAN
ABOUT THE GIRL?

YOU ARE QUICK
TO UNDERSTAND.

I'M OLD.

I'VE LEARNED
SOMETHING.

YOU ARE FORGIVEN.

I'M SORRY.

WHAT CAN I SAY?

MARY.

I'M SORRY, MARY.

[CLEARS THROAT]

I'VE TAKEN THE LIBERTY

OF CANCELING
YOUR HOTEL BOOKING.

I--I THOUGHT YOU MIGHT
PREFER TO STAY WITH US.

THAT'S VERY GOOD
OF YOU, GLYN.

THESE TWO OFFICERS WANT
TO HAVE A WORD WITH YOU.

WHY DON'T YOU GO
TO THE CAR?

WE WON'T BE
A MOMENT.

COME, MARY.
I'M SO SORRY.

PLEASE ACCEPT OUR
DEEPEST SYMPATHIES,
MR. JARVIS.

I'M SORRY TO HAVE
TO DO THIS TO YOU
THE MOMENT YOU ARRIVE,

BUT WE NEED FORMAL
IDENTIFICATION
OF THE BODY.

MR. HENDERSON HERE
OFFERED TO DO IT,

BUT IT NEEDS TO BE
NEXT OF KIN.

IN FACT,
IT NEEDS TO BE--

NO. I'LL DO IT.

I'LL BE WITH MARY.

HAVE YOU CAUGHT
THE KILLERS?

NOT YET.

MY SON WAS THEIR CHAMPION,
YOU KNOW.

OH.

BLOODY COWARDS.

WHOEVER DID THIS...

FIND THEM.

HANG THEM.

BASTARDS.

BLOODY BASTARDS.

[INDISTINCT]

♪ AMAZING GRACE

♪ HOW SWEET THE SOUND

♪ THAT SAVED A WRETCH LIKE ME

♪ I ONCE WAS LOST

♪ BUT NOW I'M FOUND

♪ WAS BLIND

♪ BUT NOW CAN SEE

Stephen: THERE IS FEAR
IN THE LAND

AND FEAR IN THE HEARTS
OF ALL WHO LIVE THERE,

AND FEAR PUTS AN END
TO UNDERSTANDING

AND THE NEED TO UNDERSTAND.

SO HOW SHALL WE FASHION
SUCH A LAND,

WHEN THERE IS FEAR
IN THE HEART?

THE WHITE MAN WILL PUT
MORE LOCKS ON HIS DOOR

AND GET A FINE, FIERCE DOG.

BUT THE BEAUTY OF THE TREES
AND OF THE STARS,

THESE THINGS
WE SHALL FOREGO.

CRY, THE BELOVED COUNTRY,

FOR THE UNBORN CHILD

THAT IS THE INHERITOR
OF OUR FEAR.

LET HIM LOVE NOT
THE EARTH TOO DEEPLY.

LET HIM NOT BE TOO MOVED

WHEN THE BIRDS OF HIS LAND
ARE SINGING,

NOR GIVE TOO MUCH
OF HIS HEART

TO A MOUNTAIN
OR A VALLEY,

FOR FEAR
WILL ROB HIM OF ALL

IF HE GIVES TOO MUCH.

YES, CRY...

CRY, THE BELOVED COUNTRY.

THE POLICE WERE HERE,
MY CHILD?

YES, UMFUNDISI.

AND WHAT DID THEY WANT?

THEY WANTED ABSALOM,
UMFUNDISI.

AND WHY DID THEY
WANT HIM?

I DO NOT KNOW.

AND WHY DID YOU
NOT ASK?

I WAS AFRAID.

DID NO ONE ASK?

THE WOMEN WERE ABOUT.

MAYBE ONE OF THEM ASKED.

[SNIFFLING]

SHH...SHH...

THIS IS EXACTLY
AS YOUR SON LEFT IT,
MR. JARVIS.

NOTHING'S BEEN TOUCHED.

I'LL BE IN THE CAR
IF THERE'S ANYTHING ELSE.

JAMES, I'LL SORT
THESE PAPERS FOR YOU
IF YOU LIKE.

NO, NO, NO, NO.
THANK YOU, BEN.

THIS IS SOMETHING
I WISH TO DO MYSELF.

OH, THIS IS IRONIC.

WHAT IS?

HE MUST HAVE BEEN
WRITING THIS WHEN...

WHEN...

"IT IS NOT NATIVE CRIME...

"WHICH IS THE PROBLEM,

BUT WHITE CRIME."

ARTHUR AND I
DIDN'T ALWAYS AGREE

ON THE NATIVE QUESTION.
HE, UH...

HE WAS AN IDEALIST.

YES, YES, YES.

I THINK WE OUGHT TO BE
HARD ON THE NATIVES,

BUT ARTHUR, HE...

HE SAID THAT WHATEVER
CRIMES THEY COMMITTED

WERE MORE OR LESS
OUR FAULT.

I DIDN'T REALLY
UNDERSTAND HIM.

I DON'T MEAN
THAT HE WASN'T SINCERE.

NO, NO, NO, OF COURSE NOT.
OF COURSE NOT.

"WHAT SORT OF MEMORIAL
DO WE WANT?"

WHAT?

I'M--I'M--
I'M READING WHAT...

HE WROTE...

JUST BEFORE HE...

"WHAT SORT OF MEMORIAL
DO WE DESERVE?

"WE CALL OURSELVES
A CHRISTIAN PEOPLE.

"WHEN POSTERITY
COMES TO JUDGE US,

"IT WILL CONSIGN US

TO THE S..."

"TO THE SEWERS OF HISTORY..."

"AS TYRANTS...

"OPPRESSORS...

CRIMINALS."

[FOOTSTEPS]

SIR. SORRY
FOR INTERRUPTING YOU,

BUT I THOUGHT
YOU'D LIKE TO KNOW.

WE'VE GOT THEM.

ALL 3 OF THEM.

AND WE KNOW WHICH ONE
PULLED THE TRIGGER.

HMM?

I CAME AS SOON
AS I HEARD.

THANK YOU.

ONE OF THE OTHER TWO
IS THE SON OF YOUR BROTHER.

[KEY TURNING]

ABSALOM KUMALO?

IN THERE.

MATTHEW KUMALO,
IN THERE.

AT LAST
I HAVE FOUND YOU.

I HAVE SEARCHED
IN EVERY PLACE FOR YOU.

WHY DID YOU DO
THIS TERRIBLE THING?

ANSWER ME, MY CHILD.

I DO NOT KNOW.

WHY DID YOU CARRY
A REVOLVER?

FOR SAFETY, MY FATHER.

THIS JOHANNESBURG
IS A DANGEROUS PLACE.

A MAN NEVER KNOWS WHEN
HE'S GOING TO BE ATTACKED.

BUT WHY TAKE IT
TO THE HOUSE?

HAVE THEY GOT IT,
MY CHILD?

THEY HAD NO DOUBT
IT WAS YOU?

I TOLD THEM.

WHAT DID YOU TELL THEM?

I TOLD THEM
I WAS FRIGHTENED

WHEN THE WHITE MAN CAME,

SO I SHOT HIM.

I DID NOT MEAN
TO KILL HIM.

AND YOUR COUSIN
AND THE OTHER?

YES.

I TOLD THEM.
THEY CAME WITH ME.

BUT IT WAS I
WHO SHOT THE WHITE MAN.

ABSALOM.

SIR.

I SHALL DO
WHAT I CAN FOR YOU.

YOU'VE GOT ONE MINUTE.

MY CHILD,

DO NOT WRITE
TO YOUR MOTHER

UNTIL I SEE YOU AGAIN.

I MUST FIRST
WRITE TO HER.

IT IS GOOD,
MY FATHER.

COME ON, COME ON,
WE HAVEN'T GOT ALL DAY.

STAY WELL, MY CHILD.

GO WELL, MY FATHER.

WE SHOULD GO AT ONCE
AND SEE A LAWYER.

WHY SHOULD WE
SPEND SUCH MONEY?

THE STORY'S PLAIN.

THERE CAN BE NO DOUBT
ABOUT IT.

WHAT IS THE STORY?

THEY BROKE INTO THE HOUSE.

THEY STRUCK DOWN
THE SERVANT.

AND MY SON, NOT YOURS,

SHOT THE WHITE MAN.

MY SON WAS AFRAID,
HE SAYS.

AND HE TOLD THEM THIS?

WHY NOT,
IF THAT WAS THE TRUTH?

PERHAPS YOU DO NOT
NEED A LAWYER.

YOU WILL HAVE
A LAWYER, THEN?

PERHAPS.

BUT YOU SEE,
MY BROTHER,

THERE IS NO PROOF
THAT MY SON

OR THIS OTHER YOUNG MAN

WAS THERE AT ALL.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

MY SON SAYS
THEY WERE THERE.

YES, YES, YES,
YES, YES, YES.

BUT WHO...
WILL BELIEVE YOUR SON?

WATCH IT, WATCH IT.
WATCH THAT. WATCH THAT.

WHO ARE YOU?

CAN I HELP YOU, SIR?

MY NAME IS ROBERT NDELA.

I'M THE SECRETARY HERE OF...

I'M A TEACHER.

I'M ARTHUR'S FATHER.

IT'S A FRIEND.
CARRY ON.

I'M SORRY
FOR YOUR LOSS, SIR.

I'M AFRAID I...

I HAVE NO OFFICE,
BUT, UH...

WE WERE NEVER ABLE
TO THANK HIM PROPERLY.

HE BOUGHT US...

HE BOUGHT US ALL THIS.

THEY WERE SMALL THINGS, SIR.

WHAT YOUR SON
TRULY GAVE TO US...

WAS HIMSELF.

HIS TIME...

HIS HEART...

HIS BELIEF
IN A BETTER FUTURE.

YES.

I'VE READ
SOME OF THE THINGS

HE SAID HE BELIEVED IN.

YES, SIR.

[SIGHS]

TO MY KNOWLEDGE,

YOUR SON NEVER SAID...

HE BELIEVED IN SOMETHING

UNLESS HE BELIEVED IT.

I WOULD LIKE
NOTHING BETTER...

THAN TO UNDERSTAND
MY BOY.

HE'S THE ONLY MAN
I'VE EVER MET,

BLACK OR WHITE,

WHO SAW ME
FOR WHAT I AM.

WHAT I REALLY AM.

YES.

HE WAS ON YOUR SIDE.

WHICH MAKES WHAT HAPPENED--

HE WAS ON
NO ONE'S SIDE, SIR.

EXCEPT PERHAPS, UH,

YOURS AND MINE.

YOU MUST BE PROUD
OF HIM.

HE'S A TRIBUTE TO YOU.

[GASPS]

[GASPS]

IT WAS SOMETHING...

ARTHUR WROTE THAT DAY
THAT HE...

HE SAID...

THAT WE TAUGHT HIM
NOTHING.

WHAT DID HE MEAN?

HE MEANT
THAT WE TAUGHT HIM...

NOTHING...

ABOUT THE COUNTRY
IN WHICH HE LIVED.

HE SAID...

THAT WE CALLED
OURSELVES CHRISTIANS,

BUT WE WERE INDIFFERENT

TO THE SUFFERINGS
OF CHRISTIANS.

HE SAID
THAT WHEN WE SAY

WE ARE CHRISTIANS...

WHAT WE MEAN IS...

THAT WE ARE WHITE.

OH, WHY...

WHY, WHY, WHY...

DO WE BRING CHILDREN...

INTO THIS WORLD?

COME.

COME TO BED.

HELLO, UMFUNDISI.

AND HOW ARE YOU,
MY CHILD?

I AM WELL, UMFUNDISI.

HAVE YOU HEARD OF ABSALOM?

I HAVE NOT HEARD,
UMFUNDISI.

WHAT I HAVE TO SAY
IS HEAVY.

HE IS IN PRISON.

IN PRISON?

YES.

AND FOR THE MOST TERRIBLE
DEED A MAN CAN DO.

HE HAS KILLED A MAN.

OH...

CHILD, DO YOU WISH
TO MARRY MY SON?

IT IS AS UMFUNDISI
SAYS IT.

I'M ASKING YOU,
MY CHILD.

I WOULD BE WILLING.

IT IS TRULY YOUR WISH
TO MARRY HIM?

IT IS TRULY MY WISH,
UMFUNDISI.

I MUST BE CERTAIN.

I DO NOT WISH TO TAKE YOU
INTO MY FAMILY...

IF YOU ARE UNWILLING.

I'M WILLING.

AH.

MR. CARMICHAEL,

DOES MY SON
HAVE ANY CHANCE?

WELL...IT'S A SIMPLE CASE
IN MANY WAYS.

YOUR SON SAID THAT HE FIRED
BECAUSE HE WAS AFRAID.

THAT HE DID NOT
MEAN TO KILL.

I SHALL TAKE THE CASE
FOR YOU, MR. KUMALO.

I SHALL TAKE IT PRO DEO.

AS WE SAY.

AND IS MY BROTHER,
JOHN KUMALO,

ENGAGING A LAWYER ALSO?

OH, YES.

THEY'LL SAY
THAT YOUR SON IS LYING

AND THAT THE OTHER TWO BOYS
WEREN'T THERE AT ALL.

I...DON'T BELIEVE
YOUR SON IS LYING,

AND IT'S MY JOB
TO PERSUADE THE COURT

THAT HE'S SPEAKING
THE TRUTH.

IS THAT CLEAR,
MR. KUMALO?

YES, SIR.

MY BROTHER.

WE SHOULD THANK GOD
FOR THE LAWYER.

HE'S A GOOD LAWYER
AND A GOOD FRIEND
TO OUR PEOPLE.

HOW CAN I THANK GOD
FOR THE LAWYER

WHEN I DON'T HAVE MONEY
TO PAY HIM?

DID YOU NOT HEAR
WHAT HE SAID?

THAT HE WOULD
TAKE THE CASE PRO DEO,

WHICH MEANS IT WILL
COST YOU NOTHING.

I WISH I DID NOT CRY
SO EASILY.

I CRY TOO EASILY
IN THESE DAYS.

GO WELL, UMFUNDISI.

Bailiff:
SILENCE IN COURT.

WHITES TO THE LEFT,

NON-EUROPEANS TO THE RIGHT.

ALL RISE.

"ABSALOM KUMALO,
MATTHEW KUMALO,
AND JOHANNES PAFURI,

"YOU ARE CHARGED
WITH THE MURDER

"OF ARTHUR TREVALYAN JARVIS,

"IN HIS HOUSE
AT PLANTATION ROAD,

"PARKWOLD, JOHANNESBURG,

ON TUESDAY,
THE 8th DAY OF OCTOBER, 1946."

ABSALOM KUMALO,
HOW DO YOU PLEAD--

GUILTY OR NOT GUILTY?

I PLEAD GUILTY
TO THE KILLING.

BUT I DID NOT
MEAN TO KILL.

MATTHEW KUMALO,
HOW DO YOU PLEAD--
GUILTY OR NOT GUILTY?

UH, I-I'M NOT GUILTY.

JOHANNES PAFURI,
HOW DO YOU PLEAD--
GUILTY OR NOT GUILTY?

I'M ALSO
NOT GUILTY, SIR.

MILORD,

MY CLIENT ABSALOM KUMALO

WILL PLEAD GUILTY
TO CULPABLE HOMICIDE,

FOR HE HAD NO
INTENTION TO KILL.

MILORD, THERE IS NO CHARGE
OF CULPABLE HOMICIDE.

THIS IS A CASE OF MURDER
AND NOTHING LESS THAN MURDER.

AND IT IS WITH MURDER
THAT THE ACCUSED,

ABSALOM KUMALO,
IS CHARGED.

Carmichael: IN THAT CASE,
HE WILL PLEAD NOT GUILTY.

IF IT PLEASE THE COURT,

THE FACTS OF THIS
HORRIFYING CRIME

ARE SIMPLE
AND STRAIGHTFORWARD.

3 MEN SET OUT TO ROB.

ONE OF THEM
CARRIED A REVOLVER.

AND WHERE WAS THIS?

IN MY HAND.

AND THEN WHAT HAPPENED?

THE WHITE MAN
CAME INTO THE PASSAGE.

YES, YES. AND THEN? HMM?

I WAS FRIGHTENED.

I FIRED THE REVOLVER.

[GUNSHOT REVERBERATES]

AND THEN?

THE WHITE MAN FELL.

THANK YOU.

Judge:
YES, MR. CARMICHAEL?

WHY DID YOU CARRY
THIS REVOLVER?

IT WAS TO FRIGHTEN
THE SERVANT OF THE HOUSE.

BUT WHY DID YOU CARRY
ANYREVOLVER?

BECAUSE, SIR,
JOHANNESBURG IS DANGEROUS.

SO WAS YOUR ONLY REASON
FOR CARRYING THIS REVOLVER

TO FRIGHTEN PEOPLE?

YES, SIR.

AND WHEN YOU FIRED
AT THE WHITE MAN,

IT WAS BECAUSE YOU YOURSELF
WERE FRIGHTENED?

YES, SIR.

DID YOU KNOW
THAT THE REVOLVER WAS LOADED?

YES, SIR, I KNEW.

AND IF A REVOLVER
IS JUST TO FRIGHTEN PEOPLE,

WHY MUST IT BE LOADED?

WERE YOU PERHAPS PREPARED
TO SHOOT IT YOURSELF?

NO. I WOULD NOT HAVE SHOT
A DECENT PERSON.

I WOULD HAVE SHOT
ONLY IF SOMEONE
HAD SHOT AT ME.

WOULD YOU HAVE SHOT
AT A POLICEMAN

IF HE HAD SHOT AT YOU
IN THE EXECUTION OF HIS DUTY?

NO.

NOT AT A POLICEMAN.

AND THE WHITE MAN
YOU DID SHOOT--

WAS HE PERHAPS
NOT A DECENT PERSON?

I WILL REPEAT THE QUESTION.

THE WHITE MAN YOU SHOT--

WAS HE PERHAPS
NOT A DECENT PERSON?

I WAS AFRAID.

I DID NOT MEAN
TO SHOOT HIM.

THIS CASE IS ADJOURNED
UNTIL MONDAY MORNING.

[GAVEL BANGS]

ALL RISE!

[SPECTATORS MURMURING]

[WOMEN SPEAKING ZULU LANGUAGE]

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

[DOG BARKING]

[RINGS BELL]

WHAT DO YOU WANT?

OH.

UMFUNDISI.

GOOD MORNING.

[DROPS CANE]

ARE YOU ILL?

THANK YOU, UMSANA.

ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE
NOT ILL, UMFUNDISI?

I'M RECOVERED, UMSANA.

WELL...

WHAT IS IT
THAT YOU'RE SEEKING?

[BREATHING HARD]

AH...

I'M SORRY, BURGHER.

I'M SORRY TO DETAIN YOU,
UMSANA.

IT IS NO MATTER,
UMFUNDISI.

OH, YES, YES.
THIS IS THE PLACE.

THERE'S A MAN NAMED SIBEKO
OF NDOTSHENI.

NDOTSHENI?

I KNOW IT.

I COME FROM NDOTSHENI.

SIBEKO'S DAUGHTER
WORK FOR A MAN,

A WHITE MAN,

uSMITH OF IXOPO.

AND WHEN uSMITH'S
DAUGHTER MARRIED

AND CAME HERE TO SPRINGS,

SIBEKO'S DAUGHTER
CAME HERE ALSO,
TO WORK FOR THEM.

SIBEKO HAS NOT
HEARD FROM HER
THESE 12 MONTHS.

I SEE.

AND I PROMISED
TO INQUIRE ABOUT THIS GIRL.

I SEE.

AH, YES.

WELL...

I AM...

I AM A VISITOR HERE.

I AM ALONE TODAY.

IT IS THE SERVANTS'
DAY OFF.

AND THE DAUGHTER
OF uSMITH

IS NOT HERE.

BUT SHE WILL SOON
BE RETURNING...

IF YOU WISH
TO WAIT FOR HER.

PLEASE SIT.

SIT.

THERE IS SOMETHING
BETWEEN YOU AND ME,

BUT I DO NOT KNOW
WHAT IT IS.

UMSANA.

YOU NEED NOT
BE IN FEAR OF ME, UMFUNDISI.

IT IS TRUE, UMSANA.

YOU DO NOT KNOW
WHAT IT IS.

BUT I DESIRE TO KNOW.

IT IS THE HEAVIEST THING
OF ALL MY YEARS.

THEN TELL IT.

IT WILL LIGHTEN YOU.

I'M AFRAID, UMSANA.

I CAN SEE.

I CAN SEE
THAT YOU ARE AFRAID.

BUT I TELL YOU,

YOU NEED NOT BE
IN FEAR OF ME.

I SHALL NOT BE ANGRY.

THIS THING THAT IS
THE HEAVIEST OF ALL MY YEARS

IS THE HEAVIEST THING
OF ALL YOUR YEARS ALSO.

THAT CAN ONLY MEAN
ONE THING.

BUT I...I STILL...

DO NOT UNDERSTAND.

IT WAS MY SON
THAT KILLED YOUR SON.

UMFUNDISI.

I UNDERSTAND
WHAT I DID NOT UNDERSTAND.

THERE IS NO ANGER IN ME.

UMSANA?

Margaret: JAMES, WE'RE BACK.
WHERE ARE YOU?

I'M IN THE GARDEN!

THAT IS MY WIFE.

THE MISTRESS OF THE HOUSE
IS WITH HER,

THE DAUGHTER OF uSMITH.

DO YOU STILL WISH
TO SEE HER?

ARE YOU RECOVERED?

IT IS WHAT
I CAME TO DO, UMSANA.

UMFUNDISI...

HOW DID YOU KNOW ME?

FROM THE COURT.

AND I'VE SEEN YOU
RIDING PAST NDOTSHENI,

PAST THE CHURCH
WHERE I WORK.

PERHAPS...

YOU ALSO SAW THE BOY.

HE, TOO, USED TO RIDE
PAST THE CHURCH.

I REMEMBER.

HE HAD A BRIGHTNESS
IN HIM.

YES.

HE HAD A BRIGHTNESS IN HIM.

THERE YOU ARE.

WE WERE WONDERING WHERE--

YES?

BARBARA.

THE UMFUNDISI
HAS COME ALL THE WAY

FROM NDOTSHENI.

HE WISHES TO INQUIRE
ABOUT SIBEKO'S DAUGHTER.

Barbara: OH.

I HAD TO GET RID OF HER.

SHE DRANK.

SHE WAS ARRESTED
AND TAKEN TO JAIL
FOR A MONTH.

OF COURSE I COULDN'T
TAKE HER BACK.

YOU DON'T KNOW
WHERE SHE IS NOW?

NO. AND I DON'T CARE.

I THANK YOU.

GO WELL...

UMFUNDISI.

STAY WELL, UMSANA.

Judge: AND SO,
UNDER THE LAW,

A MAN IS HELD RESPONSIBLE
FOR HIS ACTIONS.

IT IS NOT FOR A JUDGE
TO DECIDE

HOW FAR HUMAN BEINGS
ARE IN TRUTH RESPONSIBLE,

BUT UNDER THE LAW,

THEY ARE FULLY RESPONSIBLE.

YOU HAVE HEARD
LEARNED COUNSEL ARGUE

THAT THE SYSTEM
PERTAINING IN SOUTH AFRICA

CONTRIBUTES TO
THE CIRCUMSTANCES OF THIS CASE.

A VIEW, IRONICALLY,

HELD BY THE MURDERED MAN.

BUT, IT IS NOT FOR A JUDGE
TO APPORTION BLAME

IN A DEFECTIVE SOCIETY,

NOR IS IT FOR A JUDGE
TO SHOW MERCY.

AFTER LONG AND CAREFUL
DELIBERATION,

MY ASSESSORS AND I

HAVE DECIDED THAT THE GUILT

OF THE SECOND AND THIRD
ACCUSED IN THIS CASE

IS NOT FULLY PROVED,

AND THEY ARE THEREFORE
DISCHARGED.

[GAVEL BANGS]

[SPECTATORS MURMURING]

SILENCE!
SILENCE IN COURT!

SILENCE IN THIS COURTROOM!

Judge: ABSALOM KUMALO...

THE COURT FINDS YOU GUILTY
OF THE MURDER

OF ARTHUR TREVALYAN JARVIS,

AT HIS HOME IN PARKWOLD,

ON THE 8th OF OCTOBER, 1946.

HAVE YOU ANYTHING TO SAY

BEFORE SENTENCE
IS PRONOUNCED UPON YOU?

I HAVE ONLY THIS TO SAY.

I KILLED THIS MAN...

BUT I DID NOT
MEAN TO KILL HIM.

I WAS AFRAID.

I SENTENCE YOU,

ABSALOM KUMALO...

TO BE RETURNED TO CUSTODY

AND TO BE HANGED
BY THE NECK

UNTIL YOU ARE DEAD.

AND MAY THE LORD HAVE MERCY
ON YOUR SOUL.

[GAVEL BANGS AND REVERBERATES]

ALL RISE!

[ABSALOM'S GIRLFRIEND CRYING]

UMFUNDISI,COME.

IT'S TIME TO GO, UMFUNDISI.

Guard: COME, COME.

MY SON,

HERE IS YOUR WIFE
THAT IS TO BE.

THOSE WHOM GOD
HAS JOINED TOGETHER,

LET NO MAN
PUT ASUNDER.

FOR AS MUCH AS
ABSALOM AND KATHERINE

HAVE CONSENTED
TOGETHER IN HOLY WEDLOCK

AND HAVE WITNESSED THE SAME
BEFORE GOD IN THIS COMPANY,

AND THERETO HAVE GIVEN
AND PLEDGED THEIR TROTH,

EITHER TO OTHER,

AND HAVE DECLARED
THE SAME BY GIVING
AND RECEIVING OF A RING

AND BY JOINING OF HANDS,

I PRONOUNCE THAT THEY
BE MAN AND WIFE TOGETHER,

IN THE NAME
OF THE FATHER,

AND OF THE SON,
AND OF THE HOLY GHOST.

AMEN.

YOU MAY NOW
KISS THE BRIDE.

[CRYING]

I AM GLAD YOU ARE
MARRIED, MY SON.

I'M ALSO GLAD,
MY FATHER.

I SHALL CARE FOR
YOUR CHILD, MY SON,

AS IF IT WERE MY OWN.

WHEN DOES MY FATHER
RETURN TO NDOTSHENI?

TOMORROW.

AND YOU WILL TELL MY MOTHER
THAT I REMEMBER?

AYE.

[CRYING]

I'M AFRAID OF THE HANGING.

BE OF GOOD COURAGE,
MY SON.

I'M AFRAID
OF THE HANGING.

I'M AFRAID OF THE HANGING.

Guard: ALL RIGHT,
YOU MUST GO NOW.

COME.

COME, LET'S GO.

STAY WELL, MY SON.

I SHALL CARE FOR YOUR
WIFE AND YOUR CHILD.

STAY WELL, MY SON.

DON'T LEAVE!

COME.
LET'S GO. COME.

Absalom: NO.

UMFUNDISI.

YES, MY CHILD?

I AM NOW
YOUR DAUGHTER.

A TAXI WILL BE HERE
AT 7:00 TO TAKE YOU
TO THE STATION.

THANK YOU, MY BROTHER.

IT IS GOOD YOU'RE AWAKE,

FOR I WISH
TO SPEAK TO YOU,

AND WE MAY HAVE
NO FURTHER CHANCE.

I HAVE NOT TOLD YOU
THIS BEFORE,

BUT I'M, UM...

FORSAKING THE WORLD
AND ALL POSSESSIONS.

BUT...WHY?

WHY, MY BROTHER,
ARE YOU DOING THIS THING?

TO PRAY...

TO PRAY THAT
MY ONE GREAT FEAR

WILL NOT COME TO PASS.

WHAT GREAT FEAR?

I HAVE THIS GREAT FEAR
IN MY HEART

THAT ONE DAY,

WHEN THE WHITE MAN
TURNS TO LOVING,

HE WILL FIND THAT
WE ARE TURNED TO HATING.

I, UH...

SAVED A LITTLE MONEY.

I HAVE NO MOTHER OR
FATHER TO DEPEND ON ME.

I HAVE THE PERMISSION
OF THE CHURCH

TO GIVE THIS TO YOU,
MY FRIEND,

TO HELP YOU WITH
ALL THE MONEY YOU'VE
SPENT IN JOHANNESBURG.

DO NOT CRY.

DO NOT SPOIL THIS
PLEASURE FOR ME,

FOR I'VE NEVER
HAD A PLEASURE
LIKE THIS ONE.

AS FOR YOUR SON,

THEY MAY STILL DECIDE
THAT THERE WILL BE
MERCY FOR HIM.

IF THERE IS NO MERCY,

I WILL GO UP INTO
THE MOUNTAIN ON THAT DAY.

TWICE BEFORE
I HAVE DONE THIS.

ONCE WHEN ABSALOM
WAS VERY SMALL

AND SICK UNTO DEATH.

THE SECOND TIME...

WAS WHEN I WAS SORELY TEMPTED
TO COMMIT ADULTERY.

I HAVE NEVER
CONFESSED THAT BEFORE.

I WISH TO ASK A KINDNESS.

ASK ALL THAT I HAVE,
MY FRIEND.

I ASK THAT YOU WILL
PRAY FOR ME

IN THIS NEW THING
I'M ABOUT TO DO.

I SHALL PRAY FOR YOU
MORNING AND EVENING

ALL THE DAYS THAT
ARE LEFT, MSIMANGU,

FRIEND OF FRIENDS.

THANK YOU.

WHAT IS IT?

I'M SORRY,
UMFUNDISI,

BUT YOUR SISTER
GERTRUDE IS GONE.

SHE MUST HAVE GONE
IN THE NIGHT.

[CAR HORN HONKS]

HE IS, I THINK,

THE ONLY TRULY GOOD MAN
I'VE EVER MET.

THEN WHY, I WONDER,

DOES GOD NOT SHOW HIM
ANY MERCY?

[TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS]

[WOMEN TALKING
EXCITEDLY]

[YELLING AND CHEERING]

UMFUNDISI.

[YELLING]

WHAT ARE THOSE CRIES,
JAMES?

WHAT ARE THEY SAYING?

[WOMAN SHOUTS]

THEY'RE SAYING...

THAT HE HAS COME BACK.

O LORD GOD,

WE THANK THEE FOR THY
UNBENDING MERCY.

O GOD, GIVE US RAIN,
WE BESEECH THEE.

GIVE US RAIN THAT WE MAY
PLOW AND SOW OUR SEED.

AND IF THERE IS NO RAIN,

PROTECT US AGAINST
HUNGER AND STARVATION,

WE PRAY THEE.

AND O LORD GOD,

FOR MY SON ABSALOM,

FORGIVE HIM
HIS TRESPASSES.

AMEN.

All: AMEN.

LET ME READ IT BACK
TO YOU NOW.

"MY DEAR MOTHER
AND FATHER,

"THEY TOLD ME THIS
MORNING THERE WOULD
BE NO MERCY,

"SO I SHALL NOT SEE YOU
OR NDOTSHENI AGAIN.

"I'M DICTATING THIS
TO A PRIEST,

"A BLACK PRIEST
FROM PRETORIA.

"THIS IS A GOOD PLACE.

"I AM LOCKED IN,
AND NO ONE MAY
COME AND TALK TO ME,

"BUT I MAY SMOKE...

"AND THE WHITE MEN
DO NOT SPEAK BADLY TO ME.

"I THINK OF YOU ALL
IN NDOTSHENI,

"AND IF I WERE
BACK THERE,

"I SHOULD NOT
LEAVE IT AGAIN.

YOUR LOVING SON,
ABSALOM."

[CRASH OF THUNDER]

[RAIN FALLING]

[THUNDER]

UMFUNDISI!

MAY I TAKE SHELTER
IN YOUR CHURCH?

INDEED. INDEED, UMSANA.

[HORSE WHINNIES]

IT WILL SOON PASS.

THE ROOF LEAKS.

SO I HAVE NOTICED.

THE ROOF LEAKS
IN MANY PLACES.

I HAVE NOTICED THAT ALSO.

[THUNDER]

[THUNDER]

[RAIN SUBSIDING]

IT IS PASSING.

YOUR SON...

HAVE YOU HEARD?

IS THERE...
MERCY FOR YOUR SON?

WHEN IS IT TO BE?

IN 15 DAYS FROM NOW...

AT DAWN.

WHEN IT COMES TO THE DAWN
OF THE 15th DAY,

I SHALL REMEMBER.

STAY WELL, UMFUNDISI.

[DOOR CLOSES]

TOMORROW,
THE THING WILL HAPPEN.

IT IS THE 15th DAY.

I'M GOING UP
INTO THE MOUNTAIN.

PERHAPS
I COULD HAVE FOOD.

IT IS ALREADY MADE.

I THANK YOU.

IS THAT YOU, UMFUNDISI?

IT IS I, UMSANA.

THEN WE ARE...
WELL MET.

FOR I KNEW THAT YOU WOULD
GO UP INTO THE MOUNTAIN

ON THE 15th DAY.

I, UH...

I HAVE HERE A LETTER
FOR THE PEOPLE OF YOUR CHURCH.

THE LETTER ASKS
IF YOU DESIRE A NEW CHURCH.

DO YOU, UMFUNDISI?

DO YOU DESIRE
A NEW CHURCH?

THE PLANS WILL SHORTLY
COME TO YOU,

AND YOU MUST SAY
IF THEY ARE WHAT YOU DESIRE.

I SHALL SEND THEM
TO THE BISHOP, UMSANA.

YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO.

PERHAPS, THERE COULD BE
A STONE...

WITH THE NAME
OF MY SON...

WHO HAD THE BRIGHTNESS
IN HIM.

IT SHALL BE DONE,
UMSANA.

GO WELL, UMFUNDISI.

Stephen: WHO KNOWS
FOR WHAT WE LIVE
AND STRUGGLE AND DIE?

WHO KNOWS WHAT KEEPS US
LIVING AND STRUGGLING

WHILE ALL THINGS
BREAK ABOUT US?

WHO KNOWS WHY THE WARM FLESH
OF A CHILD IS SUCH COMFORT

WHEN ONE'S OWN CHILD
IS LOST AND CANNOT BE RECOVERED?

WISE MEN WRITE
MANY BOOKS

IN WORDS TOO HARD
TO UNDERSTAND,

BUT THIS, THE PURPOSE
OF OUR LIVES,

THE END OF ALL OUR STRUGGLE,

IS BEYOND ALL HUMAN WISDOM.

O GOD, MY GOD,
DO NOT NOW FORSAKE ME.

YEA, THOUGH I WALK
THROUGH THE VALLEY
OF THE SHADOW OF DEATH,

I SHALL FEAR NO EVIL
IF THOU ART WITH ME.

UHH! UHH!

WHAT IS IT, MY DAUGHTER?

YEA, THOUGH I WALK
THROUGH THE VALLEY OF
THE SHADOW OF DEATH...

[WIND BLOWING]

[EXILEPLAYING]

♪ COLD AS
THE NORTHERN WINDS ♪

♪ IN DECEMBER MORNINGS

♪ COLD IS THE CRY
THAT RINGS ♪

♪ FROM THIS FAR
DISTANT SHORE ♪

♪ WINTER HAS COME TOO LATE

♪ TOO CLOSE BESIDE ME

♪ HOW CAN I CHASE AWAY

♪ ALL THESE FEARS
DEEP INSIDE? ♪

♪ I'LL WAIT
THE SIGNS TO COME ♪

♪ I'LL FIND A WAY

♪ I WILL WAIT
THE TIME TO COME ♪

♪ I'LL FIND A WAY HOME

♪ MY LIGHT
SHALL BE THE MOON ♪

♪ AND MY PATH, THE OCEAN

♪ MY GUIDE,
THE MORNING STAR ♪

♪ AS I SAIL HOME TO YOU

♪ WINTER HAS COME TOO LATE

♪ TOO CLOSE BESIDE ME

♪ HOW CAN I CHASE AWAY

♪ ALL THESE FEARS
DEEP INSIDE? ♪

♪ I'LL WAIT
THE SIGNS TO COME ♪

♪ I'LL FIND A WAY

♪ I WILL WAIT
THE TIME TO COME ♪

♪ I'LL FIND A WAY HOME

♪ WHO, THEN,
CAN WARM MY SOUL? ♪

♪ WHO CAN QUELL
MY PASSION? ♪

♪ OUT OF THESE DREAMS

♪ A BOAT I WILL SAIL
HOME TO YOU ♪

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