Stay in line, bastards.
Keep in line, man. Keep in line.
What are you looking at me like that for,
you fuck?
What are you looking at?
I'll fuck you up!
Move!
You men make sure that's tied
down properly, you hear me?
Careful, man!
-Pa, why is it taking so long?
-Go back to your mother!
Move your feet, move your feet,
come on!
I said, go back!
Sergeant Gregory, Dannie Bosman,
your skipper for the crossing.
-Your first time to Robben lsland?
-I hear the fishing is excellent.
You'll get bored with that soon enough.
-What prison are you from?
-Kroonstad Maximum Security.
Well, Robben lsland
is a totally different ball game.
All prisoners below deck
and secured, Captain!
Ladies and children, all aboard please!
-Where's your mom?
-Busy putting on her lipstick.
We can board now, sweetie.
-How do I look?
-You look great.
-As long as I don't get seasick.
-It's only an hour.
Will I be able
to get my own bedroom, Pa?
Of course, you will.
'Cause I don't want to share
with Natasha again.
Who said I want to share with you?
You two stop fighting
and behave yourselves.
Remember, first impressions
are everything.
Are all the prisoners
on the island Black, Pa?
All of them.
But at Kroonstad, they were White.
We don't mix Whites and Blacks,
not even in the prisons.
These are not just criminals, Brent,
these are terrorists.
But what's the difference?
Terrorists are terrible people.
They want to kill all the Whites
and take our land away from us.
Which is why we lock them up
on the island.
Sergeant Gregory?
Captain Devett.
I'm the personnel officer on the island.
How do you do, Captain?
I'm Gloria and these are...
I have a jeep standing by. This way.
Your furniture will follow.
One, two.
All aboard, Captain.
This is it.
You can stand down for today,
Sergeant.
This evening you're expected
to attend an officers' braai
at the OC's residence,
missus included. Full dress uniform.
Gloria, I can't find my step-outs!
Ma is visiting next door, Pa.
Why is the toilet outside, Pa?
These houses are old, boet.
They were built during the war.
-What war?
-Second World War.
-What happens if I need to go at night?
-Then you'll go.
But there are bad people out there.
Boy, the only bad people on this island
are locked up in jail. Okay?
Okay, Pa.
-James, are you decent?
-Ya. Why?
Excuse all the boxes,
but you know how it is.
This is my husband, James.
-How do you do?
-How do you do?
Sannie's kindly offered
to baby-sit for us.
Oh, that's very nice.
Oh, Sannie's husband
is head chef here.
So if you ever need anything,
eggs, flour, sugar, you know who to ask.
Just don't say where it came from.
-I can't find my step-outs.
-Under the bed. I polished them.
-And you, James? What's your posting?
-Oh, he doesn't know yet.
We'll probably find out this evening.
You must be something special
'cause the NCOs are never invited
to the Colonel's house,
not unless they're in deep trouble.
-Serious?
-We don't mix.
The officers here are all bloody snobs.
I've got dinner on the stove.
Give me a shout
when you're ready to go, Gloria.
Right. Thanks, Sannie.
Hell, I'm starting
to get a bit nervous now.
You get in with the officers and
they'll nominate you for a commission.
You have to be
a warrant officer first, Gloria.
This is not Worcester, James.
This is not Kroonstad.
This is Robben lsland,
the number-one prison in the country.
You play your cards right
and, who knows, in five years,
you could be at head office in Pretoria.
Dream on.
I think I'm going to give you
a quick little haircut before we go.
Oh, Christ, woman, you never stop!
-Come on!
-Never!
You don't have to wait
to go to the mainland.
I'm a fully qualified hairdresser!
-Really?
-And I'm good.
Highlights is what you need,
a bit of flair,
then you'll see the heads turning.
Well, are we going
to keep you busy, or what?
This is no holiday camp, Sergeant.
You got warders stuck out here
for two weeks at a time.
It's a recipe for alcohol abuse,
for prostitution...
Prostitution?
We've got married NCOs
pimping their wives out
to single warders
to supplementing their shitty salaries.
I hope Captain Devett
is not painting too bad a picture of us.
-Welcome to the island, Gregory.
-It's an honour to be here, sir.
I see our wives
are already making friends.
Thank you for inviting us, sir.
There's someone who wants
to meet you. Excuse us, Captain.
This is Major Piet Jordaan
-from the Bureau of State Security.
-Bye-bye.
I believe you speak
the Kaffir languages, Sergeant?
-I speak Xhosa, sir.
-Where'd you learn the language?
I grew up on a cattle farm
in the Transkei.
When you've got no brothers
to play with,
you end up playing with the Kaffirs, sir.
Shall we take a walk, Sergeant?
So, what do you think of the judgement
handed down in Mandela's trial?
In my opinion,
he should have got the rope, sir.
Then we could have turned him
into a martyr.
Perhaps he's more use to us
behind bars.
It's a waste of taxpayers' money,
is what I say. They all are.
All Blacks?
Certainly the ones who took up arms
against us, the communists.
-Mandela denies he's a communist.
-Well, they're all liars, aren't they?
You know, in the 1800s,
this whole island was a leper colony.
Nothing's really changed then.
How do you feel about heading up
the Censorship Office in B Section?
Excuse my ignorance, sir,
but what is B Section?
That's where we keep Mandela
and all his mates.
I need someone on the inside,
someone who speaks their language.
I want to know what they think,
how they think.
Anything you find odd
in their letters or their visits,
you report directly back to me.
I want you to be my window
into their soul, if they have a soul.
Hell, and here I was thinking
I was going to spend my first year
working bloody night shifts.
-You can if you want.
-No. Please, no, sir.
It would be an honour for me
to run the Censorship Office.
I won't let you down.
You let me down,
you let your country down.
I would never do such a thing.
Of course not.
Well, I don't know about you,
but I'm bloody starving.
Let's go and get something to eat.
-They asleep?
-Finally. Too much bloody excitement.
The Colonel's wife, Joyce,
is coming over tomorrow for a cut.
She bakes, so she'll pay with a cake.
And Hettie,
you know that nice captain's wife?
Her husband dives for crayfish,
so that's how she'll pay.
-And that woman with the grey hair...
-Gloria.
What?
They're putting me
with Mandela and Sisulu and them.
No?
They want me in charge
of the Censorship Office.
My God, James!
Why didn't you say something?
I wasn't going to blow my trumpet
in front of all those bloody officers.
This is big, my boy! Mandela?
Never mind that.
I report directly to Pretoria.
This is fantastic! Did they say anything
about a promotion?
In due course, I was told.
No more Discipline Warder for me.
From now on, I am in charge
of the worst terrorist
this country has ever seen.
Do you know how many bridges
he's blown up?
Do you know how many police stations
he and his Umkonto we Sizwe
have bombed?
Didn't I say this was going
to be our island in the sun?
-Didn't I say that, James?
-You sure did, Booky.
Put your backs into it, you lazy Kaffirs!
Stand up, you slack bastards!
Three days half rations
for insubordination!
Attention!
I'm your new censorship officer.
If you want to post a letter,
you do it through me.
One letter every six months,
no longer than 500 words.
No reference to other prisoners,
no mention of prison conditions,
and no bloody politics!
If you fail to adhere to these regulations,
your letters will not be posted!
If you receive a letter,
it comes through me.
Same story, one every six months.
Any mention of politics
and that letter will be censored.
Is that clear?
You fuck with me
and I'll make your life
a lot more miserable than it already is.
And I'll enjoy doing so!
-Which one is Mandela?
-He's in solitary.
Five days for talking in the passage.
Right! Back to work!
Let's see you breaking some rocks!
Last one on the right,
it's nice and damp in there.
Hey, you!
I'm talking to you, man! Look at me!
I'll see you, Mandela.
Mrs Mandela. Sergeant Gregory.
I'll be monitoring your visit.
-How do you do, Sergeant?
-Follow me.
Vosloo, escort Prisoner 466/64
to Booth 3.
Here please.
You speak only in English
and only about family matters.
Prisoner ready.
You have 30 minutes, starting now.
-How are you, Madiba?
-Compose yourself.
We don't have much time.
How are our daughters?
They can't sleep at night,
terrified the security will come
and bash down our door.
That is political, Mrs Mandela.
It is not! It is about our family!
There is too much harassment
from all sides, all the time.
It is upsetting the girls.
George Bizos suggests we send them
to a boarding school in Swaziland.
They'll come home on holidays.
Will you cope being alone?
When I married you,
I knew I was marrying the struggle.
Have you heard from Evelyn?
She has a job at the mines, typing.
Thembi came to visit.
-How is my son?
-He is a man now.
He has his driver's licence
and his own car.
Tell him I am allowed another visit
in six months' time.
He has to put in an application.
I will tell him.
How are our friends in Lusaka?
Oliver has been appointed
President General of the ANC.
English only!
Tell Oliver that all of us in here agree
he should escalate the armed struggle.
The people must make
this country ungovernable.
That's it. Vosloo, this visit is terminated!
-This way please.
-No, please!
-We were talking about family matters!
-Do you think I'm stupid?
Vosloo, escort the prisoner back
to his cell. Follow me.
On your feet, Mandela! Move!
Gregory!
-That was quick.
-They started talking in Xhosa.
About what?
Mandela told her
to instruct Oliver Tambo
to escalate the armed struggle,
said they must make
the country ungovernable.
Anything else?
Family stuff. Kids going off to
boarding school, that sort of thing.
When Winnie gets back to Joburg,
she's going to be detained indefinitely.
It's going to be front page news.
I'll send you a clipping.
Make sure Mandela gets it.
No problem.
Oh, one small thing.
She mentioned his son, Thembi,
the one from his first marriage,
he's got his driver's licence,
even has his own car.
-He probably stole the bloody thing.
-Right.
-Hello sweetie!
-Ladies!
-How was your day?
-Good, where are the kids?
Switch on the kettle, won't you,
make us all a nice cup of tea?
-What do you think, James?
-About what?
-Her hair!
-Oh! It's nice.
Nice? Please, it's stunning!
Wait till Jan sees it,
you're in for a busy night, my girl.
I believe Mama Africa
paid us a visit today, James?
You girls seem to know everything.
Nothing happens on this island
without me finding out about it,
usually before it happens.
-So, what's she like?
-She was only there five minutes.
They started talking Xhosa,
so I sent her packing.
-James speaks fluent Xhosa.
-Really?
He grew up with them, on a farm.
He had a friend called...
What was his name?
Man! Who cares?
-No, man, tell us.
-Please tell us, James.
Bafana.
James has got a photo
of the two of them. I'll get it.
Gloria. No. Gloria!
-No, l... I want to see it.
-Me, too!
I didn't know
you were a farm boy, James.
I'm not a farm boy.
Here it is. Look.
-Oh, cute, look at the little Kaffir-lover.
-I'm not a Kaffir-lover.
Joyce.
He's even got his arm
around the little nigger.
-That's it!
-Looks like a Kaffir-lover to me!
I'm going fishing. Brent, get your rod!
-Look, Pa, a starfish!
-That's nice, Natasha.
-Pa! I've got one!
-Hey, bring him through the rocks there.
Nice and slow, that's it!
Hey, don't look at me, man.
Don't look at me.
I'm not your bloody mother, man.
-Brent, give me that rod. Come here!
-Move it! Bastard!
Natasha, come here, girl!
Stay down! Stay there!
-But Pa, what about my fish?
-Never mind your fish.
-Faster, faster, faster!
-Come, come, come!
Are you trying to piss me off?
-Brent, get down, boy!
-But, Pa...
Move it, you lazy bastards.
All right, we can go back now.
Come on. Okay?
Move it! Don't look at me! Yes, yes.
But what about my fish?
I'm sorry, boy, but if those warders
had seen you, I would be in big trouble.
Why?
Prisoners aren't allowed to see children.
Why not?
'Cause they're here for punishment.
Okay?
This is from Motsadi's wife.
"We have decided
to boycott the bus service
"as they have increased the fare
by 80 cents."
Cut it out.
The following,
please collect your letters. Sisulu!
Mhlaba!
Kathadra!
Hurry up, do you think I've got all day?
Motsadi. Jonas Motsadi!
Where is Motsadi?
-The rest of you are dismissed.
-Mr Gregory.
I found this in my cell.
According to regulations,
no prisoner may be in possession
of any newspaper, or part thereof.
Therefore, I am handing it over to you,
the proper authority.
I am surprised that you did not look
at the article, Mr Gregory.
Come on, come on!
That's it. Yes, go Robben lsland!
Yes!
Yes! Yes!
Yeah!
-Wow, Daddy!
-Yes!
-He's really got something, eh, darling?
-Very good.
Gregory! For a postman,
you play a damn good game of rugby.
-To Robben lsland.
-To Robben lsland!
I think it's time
I had a word with Piet about James.
He's officer material,
there's no question about it.
Oh, Joyce, I'll do your hair for free
for the rest of your life.
Then I'm definitely going to talk
with Piet!
Are you off to Cape Town
for the weekend?
Yeah, my mom has been dying
to see the kids. It's been ages.
Then I'm going to give you
a little shopping list
with a good mayonnaise at the top.
I can't stand this prison-issue stuff.
Come here.
-Granny!
-Granny!
Hello, my darlings!
These are for you,
I found them on the beach.
Oh, they're beautiful.
-Hi, Mom.
-Hi.
-How was the ferry?
-Oh, fine.
-The sea was flat for a change.
-Oh, good.
Got you some fresh crayfish, Barbara.
Oh, never mind fresh, they're alive!
Oh, seeing as you didn't get seasick,
we can go shopping now.
Nelson Mandela? That's awful!
Ya, it's a big responsibility.
James gets to check their mail
and monitors all their visits.
That's restricted information, Gloria.
For goodness sake,
Mom's not going to tell anyone.
Gloria, come help me
choose some salad stuff quickly.
I'll wait outside with the kids.
Come here.
The two of you, stand still. Stand still.
Where is your passport?
Let me see your passports.
Where is your pass? Your pass!
Here, your pass. Come, come, come.
What's going on, Pa?
-Passports. Where is your pass?
-They're checking for passes.
-Come back here. Where's your pass?
-No! No!
Hey, come back, come back.
-Hey!
-Hey!
Get in the van!
Where is your pass?
My baby!
-You can't just leave the baby here!
-Shut up!
I'll take him. He's my daughter's child.
It's all right. It's all right,
it's all right, it's all right.
Maybe you should go and talk to her.
Another minute
and these will be done, okay?
Feeling better?
Dinner's almost ready.
-Why didn't you stop that policeman?
-Because that's his job.
To take the mommy
away from her baby?
No. But if the mommy
doesn't have a pass,
then she's not allowed to be there,
so they have to arrest her.
Do we have a pass?
We don't need one.
-Why not?
-Because we're White.
-But is that fair, Pa?
-It's apartheid.
It's the way we live, Natasha,
Whites on one side,
Blacks on the other.
It's God's way, darling.
Just like he doesn't put
a sparrow with a swallow,
or a goose with a duck,
or a cow with a buck.
It's just not natural.
And we don't question God.
-Switchboard.
-Pretoria 39001.
-Jordaan.
-Gregory here.
A telegram just arrived for Mandela.
I know. The boy smashed head-on
into a bridge.
Was it...
What?
-You know. Was it an accident?
-Of course.
-You'll tell him personally, won't you?
-Yeah.
Let me know his reaction.
What's up?
Mandela's oldest son
was killed in a car crash.
Good riddance.
Do you have kids?
Hey, work, you Kaffir!
Hey, do you want two days solitary?
Who the fuck is Madiba?
-Madiba, it's Mandela's clan name.
-Clan?
Go tell him.
Mandela, I'm sorry.
Hey, work, Kaffir!
Hey, what are you trying to do, man?
Get back to work, man!
-Van Niekerk! Can I have a word?
-What?
Regulation 1 6/A of the Prison Act states
that if a prisoner loses
a family member,
they are entitled to two days off work
on compassionate grounds.
-Compassionate grounds?
-Hey!
Mandela's a lawyer,
he knows these things.
You don't want him laying a charge
against you, do you?
I can escort him back to his cell,
if you like.
Earlier today, South African forces
intercepted a large group
of SWAPO insurgents
in South-West Africa,
-killing 12 terrorists...
-Would you like some more?
-...and arresting five.
-Yes please.
-There were no reports of casualties...
-Thank you.
...on the South African side.
Dr Christian...
Your food's getting cold.
-What if it was murder?
-Not in front of the children.
James.
They'd never do such a thing.
I called the police in the Transkei.
I spoke to the duty officer.
The more questions I asked,
the more he clammed up.
Eventually he hung up on me.
-That doesn't mean anything...
-Can I serve the jelly, Ma?
Go ahead, darling.
I was the one who told Jordaan
that Thembi had a licence,
that he had a car.
You're doing your job.
This country is at war, James.
These people are savages.
They don't want to share
this country with us. They hate us.
If they had their way, they'd drive
every single white person into the sea.
They'd leave us with nothing!
Not even the clothes on our back.
Yeah, I know.
Come and have pudding.
All right, you win this time.
There won't be a next time.
I'll come back and visit.
I promise I will, Bafana.
My father says
you are going too far to ever return.
I have to go.
This will protect you
the rest of your days.
I will wear this forever.
-I see you, Madiba.
-I see you, Mr Gregory.
I want you to know that I am very sorry
about the death of your son.
Many times I tried to explain to my son
why I was always away from home,
that I fight for a better world,
for my people and my family.
I'm not sure he ever understood.
Where did you learn to speak Xhosa,
Mr Gregory?
I grew up near where you were born.
Then you understand.
I need to bury my son.
-You know they will never allow it.
-I am an honourable man.
I give you my word
I will not try to escape.
It's not you.
It's your communist friends.
What if they try to rescue you?
What communist friends
are you referring to, Mr Gregory?
The whole of the bloody
African National Congress.
Obviously, you have not read
the Freedom Charter.
-I have.
-You have not. It is a banned document.
Where would a sergeant
in the Prison Services
get his hands on such a document?
Well, I know about it.
Then you would know
that all we want is equal rights for all,
a world where people like you and l
can live peacefully side by side.
That is what I wanted for my child.
Surely you want the same
for your children?
I wish to be alone now.
Motsadi, Mandela must eat.
When our leader is ready to eat,
he will eat.
You can tell him
his son was buried yesterday,
that the boy's mother was at the funeral.
-Have you read the Freedom Charter?
-What?
The Freedom Charter.
Have you read it?
-No.
-Do you know what it's about?
It's about the extermination
of the Whites.
-Stuff like that, isn't it?
-How must I know?
Pa, can we go watch Province
play against Natal on Saturday?
-Maybe.
-Yes!
I just need to quickly pop
into Roeland Street Prison.
-But my mom's got lunch waiting for us.
-You go ahead. I'll be on the next train.
But Roeland Street is not...
Go, kids! Go.
Excuse me, I understand
there's a section here
containing banned literature.
-Downstairs.
-Thank you.
-Yes?
-I'm with the Prison Services.
I'd like to take a look
at the Freedom Charter.
Wait here.
-You got an authorisation?
-What?
This is a restricted area.
You need authorisation to be here.
Sergeant Gregory.
I'm a warder at Robben lsland Prison.
So? You need authorisation
from the security police
if you want to look at banned material.
Listen here, Major Jordaan
of the Bureau of State Security
personally instructed me
to take a look at the Freedom Charter.
Call him. It's Pretoria 39001.
Give him what he wants.
Sit there.
You'll find it in there.
Thank you.
"We, the people of South Africa,
"declare for all our country
and the world to know
"that South Africa belongs to all
who live in it, Black and White,
"and that no government
can justly claim authority
"unless it is based on the will of the... "
-What are you doing here, James?
-What are you doing here?
I can't believe you did that.
How can you lie to me?
Gloria, I am working with them,
I need to know how they tick.
I'll tell you how they tick, James.
They tick like a time-bomb.
And then they blow up, boom!
Sit up straight.
Afternoon.
Can you imagine what would happen
if Piet found out about this?
You could kiss your promotion goodbye,
that's for sure.
Please, man! What promotion?
I promised Joyce
I wouldn't say anything.
About what?
Come on, Gloria,
you can't keep a secret.
Piet put a recommendation into Pretoria
that you be promoted to warrant officer.
He even told Joyce
if you carry on the way you are,
you'll be lieutenant
at the end of the year.
Oh, that's very nice.
Not if you throw it all away
by doing something stupid.
I'm not going to do anything stupid.
With the salary you get
and the little I make,
we can't even afford to buy
the kids new school shoes.
Come on, Gloria.
Come on, it's not that bad, Gloria.
James, the Prison Service
is all we've got.
Christ, they even own the house
we live in.
I'm not going to mess things up. Okay?
Look at me. Okay?
Plumstead is up next.
I don't want your mom
seeing you like this.
-Hey, man, how was your weekend?
-Good.
Did you go and watch
the Province match?
No, but they nailed them good, eh?
Are you looking at me?
Don't you look at me. Move it!
Come, come, come!
You slack bastards! Move it!
Hurry up, hurry up!
-The post will have arrived by now.
-Not with this South-Easter blowing.
That ferry will be an hour late, at least.
Go check anyway.
"The national wealth of our country,
the heritage of the South Africans,
"shall be restored to the people.
"The mineral wealth, the banks, industry
shall be transferred... "
The ferry hasn't even left
Cape T own harbour.
-Must be bloody rough out there.
-You can say that again.
Mandela, I have a question for you.
You claim the ANC is not communist,
but the Freedom Charter says
that the mineral wealth,
the banks and industry
shall be transferred to the people.
That is communism
and don't try to bullshit me otherwise.
It is not. It is, in fact, true nationalism,
where all the people,
White, Black, coloured, lndian,
all benefit from the accumulated wealth
of the land. Our land.
And your land, Mr Gregory.
-These are ideals you'd kill for?
-These are ideals I would die for.
There's no justification for murder
and you know it.
You people should never
have taken up arms against us.
You White people were deaf
to our pleas, blind to our suffering.
You left us no choice
but to take up arms.
-Sergeant!
-Sir!
What are you doing cavorting
with a prisoner?
I was just telling Mandela
his lawyer is coming on Monday
for a consultation, sir.
-Get your arse up here!
-On my way, sir!
Raise your arms.
-Sir, I can...
-Raise your bloody arms, Sergeant!
Congratulations, Warrant Officer.
I'll see you in the clubhouse.
Thank you, sir!
For he's a jolly good fellow
for he's a jolly good fellow
for he's a jolly good fellow
And so say all of us
T o James!
And may his promotion
not go to his head
and cause us a lot of heartache!
Cheers, James.
Warrant Officer Gregory, may I have
the pleasure of dancing with you?
Didn't I say this would happen? Didn't l?
You sure did, Booky.
What are you gonna do about it?
-Switchboard.
-Pretoria 39001.
Jordaan.
I've got a postcard here
for Jonas Motsadi.
Motsadi? Motsadi?
-lsn't he due for release next week?
-Yes.
There's a message written inside it
in Xhosa.
What does it say?
It says he must go
to an ANC safe house in Gaborone
and from there,
he'll receive instructions.
Is there an address?
Put the message back
just how you found it
and make sure that Jonas Motsadi
gets his little postcard.
...of local cricket supporters.
Included in the team
are such esteemed players
as Bob Willis, Tony Drake...
-Watch your queen.
-...and Trevor Chapel.
In the early hours of this morning,
the South African Defence Force
launched a pre-emptive strike
on a known ANC safe house
in Gaborone, Botswana,
killing four terrorists.
One of the men, Jonas Motsadi,
was recently released
from Robben Island Prison
where he was seRVing five years
for sabotage.
That's us, Pa! Robben lsland!
-Did you know him?
- The weather forecast
for the Western Cape tomorrow
is cloudy with occasional fog patches,
clearing later with moderate
to fresh westerly winds...
It's your move, Pa.
Go, move it! Yes, yes, yes!
Faster. Go, go, go.
-Are you sure my wife is on the ferry?
-I called ahead.
-lt will be Christmas soon.
-My kids are already counting the days.
How are they doing in school here?
My son struggles a bit
but my daughter is sharp as nails.
You must encourage them
to do well in school
so they can go to university
and make something of their lives.
University is expensive, man.
Although you bloody people
think it should be
"free, compulsory, universal
and equal for all children," isn't it?
That is a direct quote
from the Freedom Charter.
I am most impressed, Mr Gregory.
Mr Gregory, I have a favour to ask.
I have a small Christmas present
for Winnie
and I was hoping
you could give it to her.
No, man, Mandela.
Now you're going too far.
It's just a small chocolate.
Where the hell
did you get a chocolate from?
That is of no consequence.
I could have you in solitary
right this bloody minute!
I have not seen my wife for two years.
For God's sake, man,
where is your humanity?
Where is it?
Drop it and walk on.
-I'll escort Mrs Mandela from here.
-My orders are to remain with her.
I am in charge of visits on this island
and you will remain on this bloody ferry
until it leaves! Please.
I see you, Madiba.
What have they done
to you, Namzamu?
They dragged me from our daughters.
They beat me.
English only!
Please, Mrs Mandela,
you have very little time, don't waste it.
Mr Gregory is right.
From Nelson.
He says it's your Christmas present.
Have a safe journey, Mrs Mandela.
Warrant Officer!
You recognise this?
That's Govan Mbeki's writing.
It was intercepted by Security Branch
at the Soweto post office.
Since when are prisoners allowed to
discuss other prisoners in their letters?
I would never have
allowed this through, sir.
Vosloo must have missed it.
You're in charge of the Censor Office,
not Vosloo.
-Make sure this doesn't happen again.
-Yes, sir.
-Nice work with Jonas Motsadi.
-Thank you, sir.
-Warrant Officer Gregory.
-Gregory, get your arse over here!
I'm on my way, sir.