The Wilby Conspiracy Page #4

- Her ex-husband has reason to turn you in.|- Or do me in.

She said he's very violent.|That's the reason she's divorcing him.

She's not had much luck.|First him and now you.

When we get to Johannesburg, what?

Prison grapevine says|we're getting people through safely.

As safe as it was when you got caught?

Someone informed. They were waiting.|My luck was bad.

But Wilby Xaba got safely to Botswana.

Wilby Xaba. He's the top dog|of your bloody radical party, isn't he?

I would phrase it differently,|the Black Congress Party.

And Mr. Wilby Xaba is our chairman.

You.

You were the vice chairman.

Shack Twala.

Almighty God,|what am I doing here?

Being watched|by two highway policemen.

Are you in trouble?

Yes.

Smile.

That's what we are here for.

- You going to Jo'burg?|- Yes.

But we're from Capetown.

- Nice and cool down there, eh?|- Oh, yes.

- You on holiday?|- No, I'm a commercial traveler.

- What do you sell?|- Advertising, in radio.

Oh, I like the one for Coca-Cola.|My kid knows every word.

Oh, you mean:

That's right.

Yes, we do very well with that one.

- You do?|- Yes.

- Does he drive for you?|- Yes.

He'll ruin your car. These Kaffirs|can't get motors through their head.

- No?|- You must take hills in lower gear, boy.

But this car, she is automatic.|She has no gears at all.

I mean you put the automatic|into L, that's low.

Can you read?

I can read L.

- He'll ruin it.|- No, I won't.

No, I won't, sir.

- Peter, clean that back windscreen.|- Right, that does it.

Thank you so much. You're very kind.

It's most kind.

Thank you.

Wave at the police helicopter.

Wave at the helicopter.

Eggbeater to Road Runner, anything?

Motorists en route Jo'burg.|Out of water.

Okay, and mention yourself in dispatches.

Bugger off.

his license number.

Capetown 1-4-foxtrot-3-4-double 2.

Let's go.

He's got it in L.

Talking back to that policeman.|You are what is known as a cheeky Kaffir.

That is exactly what I am, Keogh.

For which, please thank the GMS.

The what?

The Gospel Missionary Society.

They sent me to their schools...

...instead of Mark and Luke,|I discovered Marx and Lenin.

From there I had absolutely|no difficulty getting into jail.

Are you a Communist?

Because I read Marx and Lenin?

I also read "Mein Kampf",|the Magna Carta and "Winnie-the-Pooh".

Well, what the bloody hell are you, then?

The most feared species in all Africa,|a Kaffir who cannot be broken.

That's him.

Looks expendable-like, doesn't he?

They all look that way to me, major.

Van...

...probably right.

- What's the matter with you?|- Don't ask.

- Want me to check him out?|- No, no.

I don't want anyone hurt here|on the street.

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