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This is about your company protecting

it's investments here, is it not?

They know apartheid is an anathema

morally and economically.

They've colluded with it long enough.

It's an open secret that a silent

coup has taken place in our country.

Botha no longer consults Parliament

or the cabinet...

but rules in the manner of

a medieval monarch.

Only his inner sanctum of

security advisors have his ear.

It's they who wield the power,

and they are not interested...

in a political solution.

Like most Afrikaners, I find...

the murderous methodology of

the ANC morally repugnant...

and the idea of cosying up to them

is abhorrent...

even the thought makes me retch.

I'm sorry that you

had a wasted journey.

I am not the man

for your mission.

Get on the move.

If you are not otherwise engaged,

Mr Mandela...

the Minister of Justice invites

you to join him for tea.

I'm told it's cucumber sandwiches

this time.

It seems you

have another visitor, too.

The Head of National Intelligence,

no less.

Doctor Barnard is here?

A moment if you please, Mr Brand.

Copy, control.

Thank you.

Control.

Confirm subject's arrival.

Mr Coatsee.

Good to see you again.

Good to see you too, Mr Mandela.

Doctor Neil Barnard is here,

Head of National Intelligence.

He's asked to sit in

on our discussions.

Mr Nelson Mandela.

Doctor Neil Barnard.

I've waited a long time

for this opportunity, Doctor.

Likewise, sir.

...used tear gas

to disperse the crowd...

in what a security forces

spokesperson described as...

'necessary measures

to contain the violence'.

And, there were further arrests when

Eugne Terre'Blanche's AWB party...

held a recruitment rally,

four people were detained.

If they want to take this country

by force and violence...

they'll meet us

over the barrel of a gun.

A! W! B!

Michael Young.

I cannot stand by and do nothing

while my country is reduced to ashes.

I'll come to your meeting.

Let me know where and when.

Doctor Barnard, Mr President.

- Did he take the bait?

- And deny his moment of destiny?

- He took it alright.

- Vanity... vanity.

Tambo's waiting to see you.

Oliver, maybe these talks are the

opportunity we've been waiting for.

Yes, but not everyone is going

to like it.

Many will see this as a betrayal.

So, we need to keep this between us,

and report back only to me.

Be careful, Thabo.

We're in.

Some housekeeping notes.

No telephone communication

with the ANC either...

in Lusaka or here in London.

South African Intelligence have our

phones tapped. Yours too, by now.

Don't think because you're back

in London you're not vulnerable.

Car and letter bombs are the weapons

of choice of the security agents.

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