on your feet! so, you must be gordon ngubene?
we know each other, don't we?
gert, in daardie kammer. jaimie, in die ander.
take the bastards away.
come on, kaffir, talk!
we don't like gramophone records here! now who has been giving you informations?
johannes! the bag!
all right.
come on you bloody black bastard. who has been telling you lies?
i'll be down immediately, colonel. cut to:
we told him how his son died, mr. du toit.
i'm working on it.
how do you feel today? ready to fly?
yes, mister ngubene, we know about this wellington.  and.  .  we know about him.  and him .  now, we want the names of the others. and today you're going to tell us. the woman in the next room shouting louder than before -- that one is a real and tough activist --
bloody woman. water! as johannes is fetching the bucket of water. venter goes to the cupboard and stays there.
okay. gert! gordon is given a short burst of electric shock.
that was a small taste of 'samson.' we have a whole day.  a knock at the door.
 kom! a black policeman in uniform. johnson seroke, enters with a letter in his hand.
what do you want?
what are you bloody-well waiting for?
get out of here. seroke leaves.
now about these affidavits who told you to collect them? the a.n.c.? who recruited you? gordon mumbles something.
what? he bends forward to hear, and gordon's swollen, puffy eyes hold his gaze.
you've had your chance. now you're going to shit.
reg gert. gordon suddenly shakes violently and shouts repeatedly.
that's right, your worship.
acting on information we had received, i went to the house of the deceased, accompanied by lieutenant venter, lieutenant botha, and three native members of the security force. this was about 10 p.m. i informed ngubene that he was under arrest under article 6 of the terrorism act. he then became violent and resisted arrest. a certain force had to be applied to restrain him.
we found several incriminating documents. these pointed to his involvement with the a.n.c. and activities endangering the security of the state.
never. he was always treated with courtesy and correctness. but, one time we had cause to use force against him. it was the day before his death. the deceased suddenly showed signs of aggression. he tried to jump through the open window of my office. he was acting like a mad man. it took six of my men to restrain him, and he had to be manacled hand and foot, for his own safety. but once he calmed down, he was ready to make a statement about his activities. the next morning we found him dead in his cell.
sometimes detainees deliberately injure themselves for propaganda purposes. the gallery screams its objections. stanley leans forward and grins across the partition at ben. the magistrate warns the crowd. finally the gallery quiets down.
they had been removed for repair.
he wasn't tortured.
he fell down the stairs a few days ago.
your worship, may i be excused? i have to escort detainee archibal back to john vorster square.
mr. du toit, if you knew what we're working with every day of our lives, and what we're up against, you would understand why we have to be so thorough.
i can understand you're upset about having your house searched .  but.
what are you talking about then, mr. du toit?
an interesting book -- picasso -- not one i'm familiar with.
mr. du toit. if you're keeping anything from us, we can turn this whole house upside down if we want to. we have all the time in the world.
i'm afraid she has to stay where we can see her -- in case she wanted to warn someone.
we're all made of flesh and blood, mr. du toit -- we've all got our flaws. and if a man likes to sample the grass on the other side of the fence, well, that's his own business. but it would be unpleasant if people found out about it, especially if he's a teacher.
let's just say i may be able to use my influence to make sure that a private indiscretion isn't used against you.
is this your son?
don't you think this business has gone long enough?
mind if i smoke?
now be honest. has all the evidence you've been collecting in connection with gordon ngubene brought you closer to the truth you are looking for?
i really hoped we could talk man-to-man.
it's high time, mr. du toit, we allowed the dead to rest in peace. i'm offering you a chance.
one never knows. it may not be important to you, but we have to survive.
is that your final answer?
here's my card -- my private line. if you should change your mind.  let's say before the end of the week?
be careful, mr. du toit. there are people who can make things very difficult for you.
afternoon, meneer du toit. johan, isn't it?
word came to me that you were asking after your very good friend, miss bruwer. you know, subersives come in all guises and can be very resourceful. now let's take your friend, she has been using her privilege as a journalist to endanger the security of this country. but you know something else? she has been secretly holding a british passport. a south african passport and a british pasport. now you tell me, where is her patriotism? her allegiance? the minister telexed to the immigration officers here declaring her an undesirable immigrant. so she is being put on the first available plane to london. this must be heart- breaking for you. good afternoon, meneer du toit, johan. stolz walks back.
we thought we'd save you the trouble, mrs. klopper. she hands viljoen the envelope.