The Forgiven

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Smile.

Good.

Neil hits him for the

six, a terrific shot,

lands straight in the cut.

Eldridge fields the ball.

The crowd is really tense now

as it's Tyson's turn

to take up the attack again.

The Typhoon bowls with avidity

and it's slightly wide...

Today, I'm gonna

tell you a little story

of a witch

who was called Nomahange.

In a big pot, and

while they're cooking

the witch will sing

Sisiboge!

Piet, Piet!!

It's my... it's my Pa!

Come on.

Don't worry, don't worry.

I'm going to talk to him.

You little bastard!

I told you not to come here.

Voetsek!

Where is my daughter?

She hasn't been home

since last night.

No.

Just get out of here.

No.

Just get out of here.

No. Where is my daughter?

No!

Get out of here.

Just get out of here.

Hi, there.

Archbishop!

Kefilwe,

I'll be right there!

Oh, you're right, she is beautiful.

Yes.

When did your daughter disappear?

She disappeared

three year, Father.

Go on, please.

She go in the night.

She say she very afraid.

She go to see

her boyfriend Osiswe.

She did tell me that Osiswe

was in the mix

of security police.

Father,

they're not coming back,

not she, not Osiswe,

are they?

I'm gonna to look into it.

I promise.

Blomfeld! Come!

Come, Blomfeld!

Hey, Blommie!

Hey, Blommie.

Hey, Blommie, Blommie.

Blomfeld.

Stop!

For f*ck sake!

I been searched a dozen

times already, Kruger.

And now you get

searched again, Blomfeld.

You looking

for some hospital time

and a compensation claim, boy?

Come. Walk.

The f*ck are you staring at, kaffir?

Not in my office,

unless you want me to throw this

in the waste bin.

Prisoner Blomfeld,

do you seriously think

the Archbishop

is going to bother to read this?

Let alone come

all the way out here

to see a convicted

death squad assassin?

Dismissed!

Get him out of here.

Check you later, poes.

Well...

they're right.

The tumor is halted, Your Grace.

But it's too early

to be speaking of remission.

Only time will tell.

So I can be run over

by a bus tomorrow

and then I'll die a healthy man.

I heard your interview

on the radio.

Truth and reconciliation

between all sides

would be a fine thing.

But it's too early

for us to be speaking

of remission?

May I have a word

in private, Doctor Biehl,

away from these ears

of this old goat?

She's going to ask you to ask me

to rest.

No. I'm going to tell him

to order you to rest.

When Mandela asked me to head

the Truth

and Reconciliation Commission,

he gave me a choice

precisely because he knew

I had no choice.

When the President speaks...

we have no choice,

do we, Doctor?

It seems not.

Exactly! See?

Move.

We grant amnesty to a black face,

we are accused of being biased;

If we grant amnesty to a white,

we are accused of being

Boer stooges.

It's impossible.

Sise,

difficult is not

the same thing as impossible,

is it, Archbishop?

Two politicians

are deadlocked.

In the end...

one says,

"Look,

I'll admit I'm wrong

if you'll admit I'm right."

"Agreed, agreed,

but you go first."

"Okay.

I'm wrong,"

says the first politician.

And the second politician yells,

he yells,

"You're right!

You're right!

You are wrong!

You are wrong!"

Bish, it's for you

Good people all over the world

are praying for our success.

Well, maybe they need

to pray a bit harder.

Oh, Alex, have hope.

No. You're gonna need

stamina, leading that lot.

Yes. But if the

Commission can weld itself

into somewhat of a united group,

then there's hope

for the nation.

Is that Blomfeld's letter?

Yes, it is.

Which should have been shredded,

as I advised.

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