i smell something not right here, ay, kaffir? he pokes geel piet with his truncheon.
i don't fuckin' believe you.
if you're up to something i'll find out.
a kaffir smarter than all of us? you are a strange german, professor.
if that's true you'll not be long for this place, eh, professor?
and you, too, little rooinek. but you, kaffir, hitler comes or goes.
you are going to stay with me.
and i will find out all your secrets once your friends are gone. one slip.
i have you.
get out of here.
you see, professor, they are not like us. a white man would scream bloody murder.