Queen of Katwe Page #3

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Yes, sir.

I must warn you,

a man with integrity

in a water company...

Is as rare as a white rhino.

I need someone like you.

Give me some time

to find an opening.

But we are going to

get you in here.

Count on me

Thank you, sir

Joseph, why are you

letting her win?

I'm not letting her!

She won your bishop.

What I'm seeing cannot be true.

Ah!

Huh?

Checkmate!

She won! She won!

Phiona has won!

Hey, Joseph,

you are not serious?

A girl has given you checkmate.

Yeah. What?

Sorry. I'm just

a lucky beginner.

I will never,

ever play you again.

Phiona.

Where did you learn

those end moves?

Did you look at

one of my books here?

Me, I don't know

how to read books.

Hmm.

So, you just reasoned out that

end position on your own?

Coach.

When shall we play

other children?

Ivan is here. Play him.

We want to play other boys.

The ones you talked of.

City boys.

City boys, eh?

Sir.

I already sent him away once.

But he came back.

Okay, send him in.

Katende. Slum children?

No, no, no, no.

We can't have that.

Why not, sir?

No, no. No.

See, we hold the father

grimes tournament...

At king's college.

At budo.

It's a very clean

and formal place.

But their skill levels

are improving very fast.

And I'm sure that...

Not their skill.

No, no.

We have a dinner.

It is a tournament. Correct?

Ah...

I'm a visitor

at the budo campus.

I cannot bring a disease

into this school.

My children

do not have diseases.

That we know of.

That we know of.

No, no, no. No, no.

I'm sorry. No!

You have many "noes",

Mr. chairman.

I wish to turn your "noes"

into "yeses", huh?

But they're not in school.

Correct?

It is true

that most of our children

cannot afford school.

This is

a school tournament. See?

For schools.

Cannot my Katwe players

come as guest participants?

Yet, the fees.

It's 4,000 shillings per child.

Your children could afford this?

Likely not.

I understand.

Ah.

Thank you for your efforts.

And I thank you

for committing to me

that if I raise the money

for their fees...

You will admit

the Katwe children

into the father grimes

tournament.

Thank you, sir.

Mr. Katende...

Eesh!

Coach!

The other 5,000.

Perfect.

Go get the others! Go!

Yes! Go, coach!

Coach!

Coach, yes! Yes!

Oh!

Coach! Yes, coach!

Go, coach! Go!

That was for budo!

Budo! Budo! Budo!

Yes!

We are going to budo!

Budo! Budo! Budo!

Fees!

No, no, no. Please, no.

Yes, yes, yes, please.

Yes.

Sorry, sir.

Eh!

Katende, are you playing

football for money again?

Hmm?

Do you want to aggravate

your old injury?

Now you're getting me angry.

Sara, I'm sorry.

I couldn't tell the children

we don't have the fees

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