The Forgiven Page #10

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That's all we need.

Tribalism.

Bish,

this whole enterprise

is in danger of collapsing,

isn't it?

I don't know, Alex.

You tell me.

I just don't know.

My God,

why are you silent to me?

Show me a sign, please?

Mpilo.

Oh, my darling.

Remember that time,

the kids wanted

to play on this beach

but it was whites only?

Uh, they wanted to swim so badly

but the look on their faces,

I was so angry.

Yes, and humiliated.

I felt that way

the other day at Pollsmoor.

I see,

Pollsmoor.

Reminded me

of when I was a small boy,

walking to school

with my father,

crossing that white area,

watching my father's face

as he had to show

his pass to police

and them yelling at him

and call him names.

And he endured it all

for my sake.

I just... I just...

I just stood there.

I couldn't take away

his humiliation.

I... I failed him.

Leah, I failed him.

Maybe that lost soul

in Pollsmoor

is right.

Maybe I'm just...

an... an... an old fraud...

delusional, and...

and...

unworthy.

Oh,

Mpilo, you're crazy.

No.

So what are you talking about?

You've spent a lifetime

defending the dignity of others.

Never to give up, never.

You're not going to give up now.

Absolutely not.

Yes.

So much hate over what?

Over what, huh?

A pigment of our imagination.

Ah.

Mr. Pollsmoor's completely

underestimated you,

completely.

This pack,

plus this,

if you take out Blomfeld.

No hassle for a month

for any of your boys.

Why you want him dead?

He's a f***in' rock spider.

You understand,

it's good for you, him gone.

He wants your territory.

Make it soon.

Salute.

Salute.

Salute.

Salute.

Salute.

Salute.

Salute, salute, salute.

Can I help you

with something, kaffir?

You are Blomfeld?

What you want,

huh?

What you want?

I said.

This is a death knife.

You know what's going

to happen to you now,

don't you boy?

Yes, sir.

What you say?!

I said, yes sir, I know.

You got some guts coming

over here trying to take me on.

What have I done to you?

Hmm?

Something from the past?

With your family maybe?

Why you do this thing?

I've been paid

to come and kill you.

Show me your marks.

Take your top off, f*** it!

I've got no marks, sir.

How come?

How come, no 28 tattoos?

I'm not a soldier yet.

I didn't think so.

How old are you?

Seventeen years, sir.

Seventeen?

So why they send you?

Nobody sent me.

Wanna be a man, eh?

Join the brotherhood, eh?

How long you're in for?

Four years, sir.

You kill me that becomes 20.

Is that what you want?

No, no, no, sir.

You're Mogomat's wifey?

Manservant, is that it?

You've f***ed yourself now,

haven't you?

You're like a rat in a maze.

What's your name?

Mboweni, Benjamin.

Mboweni? You Tsonga?

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