what about the baas? if he asks, they will give him an answer.
oh, no.  oh no, lord. gordon hurries to embrace her.
please don't tell me.
i'm sorry, baas.  but it's gordon.
this is stanley makhaya.  he helps us all the time. stanley opens the door to emily.
thank you, baas.
well, thank you, mr. ben, sir. eh, that's father masonwane, our priest, and that's margaret from next door.
please sit down. take this chair, the other one is broken.
yes, it's good. what i want to know is why did they kill him. he didn't do them nothing. you know, mr. ben, sir, i washed his whole body for he was my husband. and i know a man who killed himself, he doesn't look like that.
robert, where are you manners today? don't you greet visitors? robert stops momentarily and looks at ben with hostility and hurries out of the room banging the door.
i'm sorry for his rudeness.
mr. ben is right. it's not that i want to go on with this thing because it's a bad thing that jonathan died, that gordon died that's hard enough to bear, but i can forgive it. but they covered gordon's name with dirt and we must clean it up, else he'll never have peace in his grave.
the truth must be known. they killed my husband who wouldn't hurt a fly and they killed jonathan who was only a child.
they covered his name with dirt.
no. in the end one grows tired of being afraid.
thank you, mr. ben, sir for what you're doing.
captain stolz lied. my husband never fight the police when he was arrested. they were rough with him, pushing him and threatening.
there was blood on them and in the back pocket i found three broken teeth.
that's not how my husband writes. he never wrote that letter, they lie.
they killed my husband and son.
the first one two days after they took him away. and the other one came later.
i had given my word to the man -- who brought them to me --
he said he didn't want anybody to know who he is. i cannot make trouble for him in his work.
you as a lawyer will understand.
we intend starting a civil suit against the police, to do that it is necessary to have as many affidavits as we can from people who have any information about gordon since he was arrested. and this man is vital and so is the indian doctor.
i'll make some tea.
in my house? you know better than that, stanley.
don't you touch me! venter pulls back. the women start to ululate. emily rises majestically, takes the youngest in her arms and walks slowly to the truck followed by her daughter. people cluster around her, singing with rage and shaking her hand. stolz observes the scene, impassive.