The Wilby Conspiracy Page #3

And you, what's your part in this?

Now, you're not gonna believe this,|but his lawyer is my girlfriend...

...and he was on trial this morning,|and I went to take his lawyer to lunch...

...but he was found not guilty.|So she said:

"Let's all of us go to my office, because|there's a bottle of champagne there, and..."

You don't believe this, do you?

I don't know whether to shoot you|or call the police.

You'd better shoot me.

I am not going back to Robben Island.|I walk out that door free or feet first.

I'm neutral.

Thank you very much.

Just don't tell them it was me|that helped you when they catch you.

- I hope you mean "if."|- I mean "when." They always do.

Mrs. Van Niekirk, you mustn't blame me|for being apprehensive.

I mean, you were boarding|an international flight.

Now, who were you planning to visit|in Rhodesia? Mr. Keogh?

My aunt.

May I get dressed now?

- Mr. Keogh, he's a mining engineer?|- Yes.

- Working in Zambia?|- Yes.

- You met him eight days ago?|- Yes.

- What was he doing in Capetown?|- Was? Has he gone?

Alrighty.

What is he doing in Capetown?

On holiday. Enjoying sun,|surf and our colorful folk ways.

Were you carrying any evidence|out of the country?

I told you I was not.

- Not carrying or not out of the country?|- Neither, and I want this stopped.

I'm not on trial here.

I've been questioned half the night...

...and medically examined|in a humiliating manner.

It was a routine body search.

I found nothing unusual concealed|upon nor within her person.

Doctor...

...is it medically possible that this|examination may not have been complete?

- Possibly, yes, but I believe that...|- Your beliefs are not required, doctor.

If the examination was incomplete,|Maj. Horn now authorizes another.

- A more thorough examination.|- Thank you, Van.

We're coming into a town,|better get on the floor.

It's all right. A salesman and his houseboy|on the road, nobody get suspicious.

By traveling together|we make each other respectable.

This man in Johannesburg who's supposed|to be helping us, who is he?

- I can't tell you that.|- Why the hell not?

Because if you are caught they would|get it out of you, and that wouldn't do.

He runs our escape route|up north to Botswana.

Who's "our"?

- The Black Congress.|- The Black Congress?

That sounds like a very small shop|with a very large sign.

Aren't they all, in the beginning?

What makes you so sure|about this man in Johannesburg?

He owes me a big favor.

When they took me|I did not give them his name.

Ten years ago?

He could be killed or jailed by now.|You're expecting a lot.

Not expecting, hoping.

But you're not sure?

About as sure as our hiding|at Rina's flat.

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