Fools

Forgive them, Father,

for they know not what they do.

Forgive me!

Forgive them, Father,

for they know not what they do.

Give us your blessing, Ancestors.

For our father's sake!

How can you drag us through the mud like this!

Enough! I can't take it anymore!

Come on, if you dare!

Go rip me apart! You shriveled up old bags of bones.

Come on, you trash!

Shriveled up old bags of bones!

Rip me apart!

Forgive them, Father.

I am your Savior.

He who freed you from slavery!

Who's there?

Please come in, Elders.

Celebration of the Battle of Blood River

will be held 16 December,

in memory of our vow to God.

Family galas

are at the Voortrekker Monument after mass.

His Excellency, the President, will open the festivities.

Elders...

Since we met last...

Teacher Zamani,

let us speak.

It's just...

What I meant...

Zamani,

we don't want to be here.

You've deeply wounded us.

We've had enough.

For the rest of your life

you can argue with yourself.

And so...

If it's all the same to you,

let's just wash our hands

of this matter.

Teacher,

when the great rains have passed, and the sun reappears,

we see

fallen trees,

fences sagging, roofs blown away, crops choked

by what should nourish them.

We have to look around us, then,

to see

what men are left.

As you know, Teacher,

we need teachers.

We have to maintain good results.

And so we hope

that we will see you soon

with a shovel in hand.

And from now on, Teacher, behave yourself.

Or I will strangle you with my own hands.

You have no shame.

Are you starting again?

You forget who's the man here?

Forgive them, Father,

for they know not what they do.

You won't get me!

We will follow Jesus wherever he goes.

We will follow Mandela wherever he goes.

Our last days are upon us.

I told you I'll get you.

I'll get you.

Nosipho!

Train 1700 from Swaziland

arriving at platform number 1.

Nosipho!

Wait for me!

My love.

Teacher Zamani, you haven't paid me!

The hospital. I'll pay both fares.

Yes, Nurse.

Forgive them, Father.

Sweep it up, my child!

It's as if the more we sweep,

the more filth and dust

cover our township.

Wake up, girl!

Zani!

Look how handsome you've become!

And you! How you've grown! A real heart throb!

A gentleman's beard!

And wearing gentlemen's shoes!

What do you take me for?

A man, and a gentleman as well!

Mama! Zani's here!

Zani, my son. How you've grown!

You've become a man, my son. And what a fine looking man!

Come on. Let's go inside.

What's wrong?

What's the matter?

Mimi...

Raining from our blue heavens,

from our deep seas breaking round.

Our everlasting mountains

where the echoing crags resound.

From our plains where creaking wagons

cut their trails into the earth,

calls the spirit of our country,

of the land that gave us birth, dear South Africa.

There are some

among you,

in this school,

my school,

who believe they can let loose chaos here.

Breaking in at night, feeling no shame,

like common thieves.

Power to the people!

I will find you,

and when I get you

I'm going to teach you that this isn't Soweto.

- Mr Coettzee, how are you? - Very well. And you?

Here's a present for the school.

Zamani's back.

As freedom came, we could return to our dear Transvaal,

we the Boers, victors over the English...

Come in.

I'm not finished!

I'm ordering you back here!

Calling Charteston...

Is everything all right? Over.

The situation is under control.

Over and out.

He doesn't like our tea,

but he drinks it!

Mama, the fire's ready.

Fill up two pots with water and put them on.

Busi,

is your brother still crazy?

Myriam,

this marriage

is making problems.

Why? Isn't she Sophie's daughter!

She hasn't contributed to the kitty. You should've asked us.

What a shame.

Some people want to control this committee.

I'm not talking to you!

Fight somewhere else.

You'll bring bad luck to the couple.

What do you want from me?

Busi, just tell us what's really bothering you.

Who's got a man running around here like a dog in heat?

Nosipho,

don't lose your temper. I'm begging you.

She knows what her husband's up to.

She should have been able

to know his mind.

She's been in all our battles.

Don't you talk to her like that.

You know what she's had to bear,

and you just babble on.

What's gotten into you?

Bottle collection!

Shit? You don't like to groove?

As Nkrumah would say.

On the money!

Look at this!

You're falling apart.

He'll see her in a jam jar!

That asshole!

There's Baba Ndolovu.

I'm not going to the wedding. I'll meet you here.

See you later.

Business going okay?

Let me kill him! He said my brain was chicken shit!

He called me "comrade thief"!

Get outta here!

What's going on?

The guy who stabbed him ran off that way.

Move back, folks.