Master Harold ... And the Boys

[Seagulls crying]

[Surf pounding]

[Distant band music]

[Dog barking]

[Trumpet announcing

over radio]

(male announcer)

You're listening

to Springbok radio

and this Is

the news at six.

The entire population

will be entered on

a central register

with separate classification

for whites, natives,

and coloreds.

Colored people are

also to be subdivlded

Into ethnic groups

Including Indian

and Chinese.

(female voice)

Do you really like it?

It's beautiful.

I think it's

going to better

than last year.

I want to finish it

today so that I can

practice in it.

Good idea.

(radio)

... 1957 and make

all central...

[kissing sounds]

You know I don't

stand for second best.

Me neither.

[Door opens

and closes]

(speaking foreign language)

(speaking foreign language)

[Flowing music

with drums]

[Male voice singing

In foreign language]

(male voice speaking

foreign language)

[Rumble of thunder]

[Male reporter

over radio]

Rain Is expected...

(female voice)

Hally, are you up yet?

[Sighing]

(speaking in

foreign language)

Hey Sam, you ready to

bring home the title?

He's a dancer,

not a fighter.

[Chatter]

Did you hear

about Verwoerd's

new policy?

Policy?

It's on the wireless.

Hendrik Verwoerd wants

to give our children

Bantu education

so they'll never be

more than kitchen boys

and street sweepers.

[Approaching bus]

[Chatter]

(driver)

Hey wena, full

up! No more.

[Angry mumbling]

(Winston)

Hey, Willie!

[chuckling]

What about you, Willie?

You ready for the

big day?

Hey Willie, I

know one of the

ballroom judges.

He's from

Motherwell Township.

Does he drink whiskey?

Maybe you

can take him

a case, Willie.

Haaikona, gents.

New Brighton must

win this one fair

and square.

Then we can't

rely on Willie.

[Laughter]

[Flowing music resumes]

Don't worry

about that one.

Willie, just remember

what I told you

the secret

is to make

it look easy.

Ballroom must

look happy.

Like, like romance.

I've got no romance left

for Hilda anymore, Boet Sam.

Then pretend.

Imagine H ilda

is Ginger Rogers.

With no teeth?

You try.

[Horn honking]

[Bus door opening]

[Shouting]

[Music from radio]

Use one dab

of Brylcreem

just a little dab

makes your hair

look excitingly...

(Betty)

Hally, you're going

to be late again I

[exasperated sigh]

Brylcreem...

[singing]

Brylcreem,

a little dab'll do yah

Brylcreem, you'll

look so debonair.

Brylcreem, the gals'll

all pursue yah

they love to get

their fingers In your...

I'm going, mum.

Okay. Where's

my kiss?

Ah, you're not

even dressed.

Bye, Hally. Have

you got your lunch?

[Door slams]

[Jazzy music,

males voices

unintelligible]

[Skidding tires]

(speaking foreign language)

Kom, kom, jullepasse!

Let me see your passes.

Waar's jou pas?

Here, baas.

Baie dankie baas.

H urry up.

Yes, Boss, I think

I have it.

(Gwigl)

Hey, Sam I You dropped

It on the busl

May I, Boss?

Ja.

Sorry, Boss.

Semela?

Yes, Boss.

That's a Basutu name.

Yes, Boss.

So what are you doing here

on the Eastern Cape?

Working, Boss.

I've got Section 10.

The paper's in

the back, Boss.

Okay.

[Soft thud]

[Young man laughing]

(Langeveldt)

Hey, Ballard I

That's my boy I

Must be hard to stand

on three legs when

you're pissed, hey.

Whoa!

Whoa!

That's my boy I

[laughter]

For his speech titled

"The greatest

adventure show on earth...

a drop of pond water

under the microscope"

Harold Ballard

That's my boy!

[Boys laughing]

Aren't you having

another drink, Harry?

He wasn't pissed.

Oh, yeah,

I'm sure

he wasn't.

(short boy)

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