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Let's go!
Come, boys. Tackle! Tackle!
All right.
Good work, boys. Keep it up.
"Mandela! Mandela! Mandela!"
Who is it, sir?
It's that terrorist, Mandela. They let him out.
Remember this day, boys.
This is the day our country went to the dogs.
Come. Let's go. Come.
I'm now in a position to announce
that Mr. Nelson Mandela will be released
out of Victor Verster prison
on Sunday the 11.th February
at about 3:00 pm.
There's Mr. Nelson Mandela.
Mr. Mandela, a free man, taking his first steps into a new South Africa.
This is the moment the world has been waiting for.
...and the top news of the day here in South Africa
and around the world.
The recent release of Nelson Mandela from prison
has triggered a power struggle between the ANC and their black rivals
There are reports that the government has been
secretly providing Arms to these groups,
contributing to the violence that is erupted through out the country.
South Africa appears to be on the verge of the civil war.
Mr. Mandela has traveled to Durban in an effort to persuade
a hundred thousand angry young ANC supporters
on the front line to make peace.
Take your knives, and your guns, and your pangas,
and throw them into the sea.
After four years of talks,
the day black South Africans have been fighting for
has finally arrived.
For the first time they're free to cast their vote along side whites.
And estimated twenty three million people went to the polls today.
I, Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela,
do hear-by swear to be faithful
to the Republic of South Africa.
Never, never and never again
shall it be that this beautiful land
will again experience the oppression
of one by another,
and suffer the indignity
of being the skunk of the world.
Madiba!
Here he is. Like clockwork.
It makes him such an easy target.
Yes. Good morning.
- "Mono Tata" - How are you?
We're sharp, Madiba.
Good.
- Linga, how's your mother? - She's much better. Thanks.
Good. Very good.
Linga, watch your left.
Madiba. Madiba.
All right.
What does it say?
It says, “He can win an election,
but can he run a country?”
Not even one day on the job and they're after you.
It's a legitimate question.
Today marks the beginning of a new era in South Africa
as President Mandela takes office in Pretoria,
facing issues that range from economic stagnation
and unemployment to rising crime.
While at the same time balancing black aspirations with white fears.
I never thought I'd see the day.
I feel sorry for you, son. You've got your whole life ahead of you.
- What's it going to be like now? - Don't be so gloomy.
Now I added vitamins.
There's a horrible flu bug going around.
You tell Nerine, when you get home.
Thanks, ma.
I'm telling you, Francois --
look at Angola, look at Mozambique. Look at Zimbabwe.
We're next.
They're going to take our jobs and drive us into the sea.
Just you wait.
- Good morning. - Morn.
- Good morning. - "Good morning"
Good morning.
- Good morning, everyone. - Good morning.
Brenda, you've had your hair done. I like it.
Thank you, Madiba. We need to talk about your cabinet appointments and ministers.
- Give me one moment, please. - Yes, Madiba.
- After you, Comrade President. - Thank you, sir.
Office of the President, good morning.
Brenda, please assemble all the staff for me.
All those who haven't already left.
Right now? All of them?
Yes, please.
Yes. Madiba.
Ladies and gentlemen if you'd like to follow me, please.
The president would like to speak with you.
- Here he comes. - Yeah.
He wants the satisfaction of firing us himself.
I'd like you to stay out here.
- But, Madiba... - I cannot talk to them hiding behind men with guns.
Gooie more almal.
Good morning. How are you this morning?
- Fine. - It's good to see you.
Thank you for coming on such short notice.
Some of you may know who I am.
I couldn't help noticing the empty offices
as I came to work this morning.
And all of the packing boxes.
Now, of course, if you want to leave, that is your right.
And if you feel in your heart
that you cannot work with your new government,
then it is better that you do leave,
right away.
But if you are packing up because you fear that your language,
or the color of your skin, or who you worked for before,
disqualifies you from working here,
I am here to tell you,
have no such fear.
What is verby is verby.
The past is the past.
We look to the future, now.
We need your help.
We want your help.
If you'd like to stay,
you'd be doing your country a great service.
All I ask is that you do your work
to the best of your abilities, and with good hearts.
I promise to do the same.
If we can manage that,
our country will be a shining light in the world.
Thank you.
Molo, sis.
It's still morning?
Yeah. So, now, when you get a chance, can we get the schedule for the month?
- Yeah. - We need to plan security.
Office of the President, good morning.
Yes sir.
We will do have that ready for you.
We need more men.
Did you talk to Brenda about it?
Yes. Yesterday.
That must be Jessie, with the schedule.
Come in, beautiful.
What is this?
Mr. Jason Tshabalala?
That's me. Am I under arrest?
Captain Van Eck and team reporting for duty, sir.
What duty?
With the Presidential bodyguard. We've been assigned to this office.
Here are our orders.
You're Special Branch, right?
You'll see that they've been signed.
I don't care if they're signed---
Just wait here.
Sorry to disturb you, sir.
You look agitated, Jason.
That's because there are four Special Branch cops in my office.
- What did you do? - Nothing.
They say they're the Presidential bodyguards.
And they have orders signed by you.
Oh yes. Oh yes.
These men have special training by SAS.
They've a lots of experience. They protected De Klerk.
Yes, sir. But it doesn't mean that they have to come---
You asked for more men, didn't you?
Yes, sir. I asked---
When people see me in public, they see my bodyguards.
You represent me, directly.
The rainbow nation starts here.
Reconciliation starts here.
- Reconciliation, sir? - Yes. Reconciliation, Jason.
Comrade President...
Not long ago these guys tried to kill us.
Maybe even these four guys in my office tried and, often, succeeded!
Yes, I know.
Forgiveness starts here, too.
Forgiveness liberates the soul.
It removes fear.
That is why it is such a powerful weapon.
Please, Jason,
try it.
Sorry to disturb you, sir.
Just a minute.
Two copies of the schedule.
Thank you, Jessie.
Jason, can we get rid of these guys, now?
Here's the schedule for the month.
Let's look them over for assignments.
- Right. - What?
Hey, Jason. Can I talk to you?
How can we trust them?
We can't. That's what Madiba wants, okay.
Let's go.
Are there any special orders or conditions?
No. Oh, yes.
Madiba doesn't like it if you don't smile when you push people away.
Seriously?
Yes, seriously.
It's the new South Africa.
Madiba?
That's the President's clan name.
That's what we call him.
We'll call him Mr. President.
Can we go through the schedule now?
Can you gentlemen come closer?
xxx
How's he going to do all this, huh?
When does he take a break?
He says he rested enough in prison.
- Here's a headache. - What?
The rugby match.
England against Springboks at Loftus Stadium.
Well. That's gonna be a headache for England, that's for sure.
We're going to donder them.
I don't care about the game.
All I care about is that the President'll be exposed.
- Yeah. To thousand drunken... - Sports fans?
Yes.
Sports fans.
Who didn't vote for him.
Who probably hate him.
Who came out of the womb with guns in their hands.
What?
Let's welcome captain, Francois Pineaar!
and his squad of team Springboks here in Loftus.
Today's game RAF is from New Zealand.
Hey, Guys.
I want your eyes on the crowd at all times.
He's taking the middle of the field.
He's going to walk in, shake hands, and walk back. And that's it.
- You got it? - Yeah.
Okay. Let's go.
Ladies and gentleman,
it is our pleasure xxx today
at Loftus Versfeld
our newly elected President,
Mr. Nelson Mandela.
Good luck, captain.
Thank you, Mr. President. Thank you.
- Good luck, son. - Thank you very much.
- Good luck. - Thank you, sir.
- Good luck, Chester. - Yes sir.
- Good luck. - Thank you.
Sir.
- Stop him. - No. Stay with him.
Thank you for honoring our new flag!
It's a pleasure, sir.
Thank you.
How are you. How are you.
- Good to see you. - Thank you. Thank you.
Good to see you.
Madiba. Madiba. Madiba!
You're delaying the rugby, sir.
Oh, yes, of course.
- Why didn't you stop him? - Well. You try next time.
Does he do that sort of thing all the time?
Ask my ulcer.
- Good thing it was just a cup. - And good thing he never saw it.
Oh, he saw it. He sees everything.
I hate rugby.
- Yay! - "That's right"
With you. With you. Keep on running. Outside . Outside. Come on.
Come on.
...Team England scored...
England, 11
South Africa, 0
These English mean business. We need to focus!
Come on. We need to focus. Focus!
Come on.
Why don't we do a little work while we watch.
We have a lot of promises to keep.
Yes, we do.
It's not too late,
if the boys can just pick up their game.
If they don't, heads will roll.
C'mon you bloody bastards!
Where do you want go first, for foreign investment?
Where the money is.
America, England, Saudi Arabia.
How long before the World Cup?
About a year.
Now, it's time enough for improvement.
Mr. President...
...I wouldn't get my hopes up.
We're a damn disgrace.
Do you see all those old apartheid flags?
It's a disgrace.
It's also a constitutional right.
Along with the apartheid anthem. I know.
But it's time people moved on.
Look at this.
All of the whites are cheering for the Springboks.
All of the blacks are cheering for England.
I used to do that on the island.
We would cheer for anyone but the 'boks.
It made warders very angry.
Of course it did.
Sorry I'm late, how's it going?
Very badly.
Maybe it's just as well.
Why?
I've just been at a meeting of the National Sports executive.
There's strong support to drop the Springbok emblem
and colors altogether
If they're playing badly.
Maybe it's a good time to make a change.
This could be the last time we have to look at the green and gold.
Shit.
Francois Pienaar's team came to Loftus Versfeld stadium
this afternoon,
unprepared and arrogant.
They left 80 minutes later with their tails between their legs,
like whipped mongrels.
And I, for one, am glad.
Not because they lost, but because there's now no way to ignore the fact
that we are completely and utterly unprepared
to reenter the world of top-notch international rugby.
The Rugby World Cup is now less than a year away,
and I, for one, am relieved that we are the host nation,
and therefore qualified automatically for the tournament.
Somebody gets the axe.
Because I'm not sure that we would get in on merit alone.
Who's it gonna be?
Pienaar's team played without discipline,
without strategy and without courage.
And therefore...
He's trying to get them to drop me.
He's just bitter because the Springboks were boycotted when he played.
Maybe, but people listen to what he says.
they brought shame upon our nation,
and I, for one, can say without fear of contradiction,
that today, these fifteen so-called men
did not deserve to wear the hallowed green and gold.
Here's your muti, Madiba.
I warmed the milk tonight.
You're too good to me, Mary.
Your daughter called, to cancel her visit this weekend.
All right. Did she say why?
No, she didn't.
She said to tell you she was sorry.
I see.
Do you need anything else tonight?
No, Mary. Thank you. I'll go to bed.
Good evening, Tata.
Good evening, Mary.
Hello. There you go.
Oh, yes.
- Some nice pants for you. - God bless you.
There you go.
God bless you.
You're a very lucky boy.
It's a real Springbok practise jersey!
I mean, I know It's a bit big, but it's warm and it'll last for ever!
C'mon.
C'mon. Take it. It's yours!
Why won't he take it?
If he wears it, the others will beat him up.
Because the Springboks are playing so badly?
No. Because, for them, the Springboks still represent apartheid.
...and now, for the next item on our agenda.
The NSC executive proposes a vote on the following motion
that as a prominent symbol of the apartheid era,
the colors, emblem and the name of the Springboks
be eliminated immediately
and that all sports teams representing South Africa
shall be known forthwith as the Proteas.
Now, Comrades, we will submit this motion to a hand vote.
In the event of a close count,
we will go to a written ballot.
All those in favor of eliminating the Springboks,
raise your hands.
Viva! Viva!
Viva Proteas! Viva!
- "Viva!" - Viva Proteas! Viva!
- "Viva!" - Avanza!
"Ole"
Both units to their cars. Right now.
xxx
What do I tell the Japanese trade delegation?
I delegate that decision to you.
Do you want me to inform the VP?
No.
We should at least include the Minister of Sport.
No.
I strongly advise against doing this. Especially on your own.
It gives the impression of autocratic leadership.
You risk alienating your cabinet and your party.
Your advice is duly noted.
Madiba, the people want this.
They hate the Springboks. They don't want to be represented by a team
they cheered against all their lives.
Yes, I know. But in this instance the people are wrong.
And as their elected leader, it is my job to show them that.
You're risking your political capital.
You're risking your future as our leader.
The day I am afraid to do that is the day I am no longer fit to lead.
At least risk it for something more important than rugby.
Tell the boys that I want to go to Eersterust, very fast.
We in the executive'd like to applaud you
for your diligence and your courage.
Please, join us in our anthem.
¶ Nkosi sikelel' iAfrika ¶
¶ Maluphakanyisw' uphondo lwayo ¶
¶ Yizwa imithandazo yethu ¶
¶ Nkosi sikelela... ¶
Comrades, comrades, members of the choir---
we would only interrupt such beautiful music for something truly important.
Please, welcome, President Mandela!
Thank you.
Why thank you. Please.
Smile.
Brothers, sisters, Comrades,
I am here because I believe you have made a decision
with insufficient information and foresight.
I am aware of your earlier vote.
I am aware that it was unanimous.
Nonetheless, I believe we should restore the Springboks.
Restore their name, their emblem and their colors, immediately.
Let me tell you why.
On Robben Island, in Pollsmoor Prison,
all of my jailers were Afrikaners.
For twenty seven years,
I studied them.
I learned their language,
I read their books,
their poetry.
I had to know my enemy,
before I could prevail against him.
And we did prevail, did we not?
All of us here we prevailed.
Our enemy is no longer the Afrikaner.
They are our fellow South Africans,
our partners in democracy.
And they treasure Springbok rugby.
If we take that away, we lose them.
We prove that we are what they feared we would be.
We have to be better than that.
We have to surprise them
with a compassion,
with restraint,
and generosity.
I know.
All of the things they denied us.
But this is no time to celebrate a petty revenge.
This is the time to build our nation
using every single brick available to us---
even if that brick comes wrapped in green and gold.
You elected me your leader.
Let me lead you now.
Who is with me on this?
Who is with me?
Twelve votes.
Twelve!
A luxury.
We only needed one more yes than no.
What if you hadn't got it?
Well, as you know, that is the parties decision.
I'm sorry, Madiba, but we've got problems everywhere we look.
Housing, food, jobs, crime, our currency.
You can't keep interrupting affairs of state to placate a minority.
But, I must.
That minority still controls the police, the army, and the economy.
If we lose them we cannot address the other issues.
So, this rugby,
it's just a political calculation?
It is a human calculation.
If we take away, what they cherish---
the Springboks, their national anthem --
we just reinforce the cycle of fear between us.
I'll do what I must to break that cycle.
Or it will destroy us.
This beer tastes like shit, man.
It's not the beer.
Take another.
Everybody take one.
Boys, I'd like to propose a toast...
To the taste of defeat.
Drink it.
Remember this.
And promise yourself, never to taste it again.
You're right. It tastes like shit.
Here's the schedule for the overseas trip.
Let me see.
$ Speaking Afrikaans $
What did he just say?
He asked when we were supposed to sleep.
As well as other basic human functions.
Hey.
If Madiba can do it, we can do it.
In a common struggle
that has brought about our emancipation
and pushed back the frontiers of racism.
The millions of our people
say thank you, and thank you again.
I come here with a message.
People of the Unites States of America:
Open your markets to us.
And come invest in our country.
...and in Japan, President Mandela met with Japanese officials.
As he concluded a gruelling trip to the Far East...
And in related news, it was announced that President Mandela
will visit South Africa this week.
Stop it, old man.
Hey. It's cold, man.
- Morning, Madiba. - How are you?
- Fine. Thanks. - Morning, sir.
How is your family, Hendrick?
Top shape, sir. How about yours?
I have a large family.
42 million.
I don't think I'll walk today.
We never, never ask him about his family.
But he asks about ours all the time.
Think about it, man. He's separated from his wife, his children...
How often do you see them here, huh?
He's not a saint, okay. He's a man, with a man's problems
he doesn't need us reminding him about them.
- Good morning, Madiba. - Good morning.
- Thank you very much. - Enjoy it.
Oh, yes.
Very good.
- Brenda, good morning. - Good morning, Madiba.
I like that dress.
Thank you.
This is for you.
What is it?
Your pay checks. You haven't been collecting them.
What's wrong?
This is terrible.
It's what De Klerk got. Plus an increase for inflation.
Today, President Mandela announced that, in his opinion---
Thanks.
---his salary is too high.
Dead right. They're all overpaid.
He has therefore decided to donate a third of his monthly income to charity.
Give me the houses and cars they give him and I'll donate a third of my salary too.
- You would not. Not in a million years. - Pienaar, Hallo.
Hang on a moment, please.
President Mandela said that he wished to set an example
- to other leaders and Cabinet Ministers. - Yes. Of course.
- Why thank you. Thank you - Fat chance.
They're lining their pockets as fast as they can.
Must be his girlfriend, Nerine...
He knows I'd bloody kill him.
What?
Who was that?
- Well. I told you. It was his girlfriend. - Shush.
I've been invited to tea.
With who?
The President.
The President of SA Rugby?
Count your fingers after he shakes your hand, boy.
The President.
He wants me over for tea, week after next.
Mr. Francois---
you must tell Madiba that the bus service is very bad,
and too expensive.
He must do something about it.
- Good night everybody. - Good night, Eunice.
Thank you.
What the hell does he want with you?
I don't know.
What?
Francois, relax. You've met him before.
I shook his hand on the rugby field.
And you didn't even vote.
Come on, Nerine. He's still the President.
I play rugby. What am I going to say to the guy?
Say to him, thank you for inviting me.
What if I pull something stupid in front of him?
You won't, okay? I'll pick you up right here.
- Bye. - Mr. Francois...
Francois, a picture please!
Yeah. Okay. Over here. Okay?
Mr. Pienaar... Mr. Pienaar...
Come on, guys.
See who's coming for tea?
My nephew wants me to get his autograph.
Who?
Francois Pienaar.
Who wants to escort him in?
- Hey. No autographs, okay? - I know how to do my job, okay?
Who's this Francois Pienaar?
You can't be serious? He's the captain of the Springboks.
I like soccer, myself.
Well, you know what they say about soccer---
It's gentleman's game played by hooligans.
One the other hand, rugby's a hooligan's game played by gentlemen.
Ja, ja, I've heard that one before.
It wasn't funny the first time.
Can I ask you a question, Lieutenant?
Yeah, of course.
What's he like?
When I worked for the previous President, it was my job to be invisible.
This President--- when he found out I like English toffee
he brought me some back from his visit in England.
To him, no one's invisible.
That's where you wait. One of his assistants will come for you.
And the bathroom's over there, if you need it.
Okay. Thanks.
What are our chances in the World Cup?
I mean, for real.
We'll do our best. That, I can guarantee.
Office of the President.
So, what is he like?
Well, he's not as big as he looks on TV.
And we don't stand a bloody chance in the World Cup.
Mr. Pienaar?
Right this way please.
Go in.
Francois,
what an honor.
I'm so excited.
Thank you for coming all this way to see me.
Yes, sir. Thank you for inviting me, Mr. President.
So, tell me Francois, how's your ankle?
My ankle?
I was told it was hurt.
Has it healed?
The truth is, sir, you never really play at a hundred percent, no matter what.
Ah. Yes.
In sports, as in life, yes?
Yes sir.
Ah. Please, sit.
Take this one.
Looking into the light hurts my eyes.
Mrs. Brits,
you are a shining light in my day.
Yes sir.
Mrs. Brits, this is Francois Pienaar, captain of the Springboks.
- Aangename kennis, Mevrou Brits. - Aangename kennis.
Shall I pour, sir?
No. No. I'd prefer to do it myself.
Thank you very much, Mrs. Brits.
How do you like your tea, Francois?
Just milk, please.
The English have given us many things, including rugby,
but afternoon tea, that is the greatest.
"Alien."
Thank you, sir.
You have a very difficult job.
I do?
I have a trading business.
Captain of the Springboks.
A very difficult job.
Not compared to yours, Mr. President.
Well, no one's trying to tear my head off while I'm doing mine.
Yes, sir.
Tell me Francois,
what is your philosophy on leadership.
How do you inspire your team to do their best?
By example. I've always taught to lead by example, sir.
Well. That is right.
That is exactly right.
But how to get them to be better than they think they can be?
That is very difficult, I find.
Inspiration, perhaps.
How do we inspire ourselves to greatness,
when nothing less will do?
How do we inspire everyone around us?
I sometimes think, it's just by using the work of others.
On Robben Island,
when things got very bad,
I found inspiration in a poem.
A poem?
A Victorian poem.
Just words.
But they helped me to stand, when all I wanted to do was to lie down.
But you didn't come all this way to hear an old man
talk about things that make no sense.
No, no, please, Mr. President.
It makes complete sense to me.
On the day of a big match, say a test,
in the bus on the way to the stadium, nobody talks.
Ah. Yes.
They're all preparing.
Right.
But when I think we're ready, I have the bus driver put on a song
something I've chosen, one we all know.
And we listen to the words together
and it helps.
I remember when I was invited to the 1992 Olympics in Barcelona.
Everybody in the stadium greeted me with a song.
At the time the future--- our future--- seemed very bleak.
But to hear that song, and the voices of people from all over our planet
made me proud to be South African.
It inspired me to come home and do better.
It allowed me to expect more of myself.
May I ask, what was the song, sir?
Well,
it was Nkosi Sikelel' iAfrika.
A very inspiring song.
We need inspiration, Francois.
Because, in order to build our nation,
we must all exceed our own expectations.
So? What's he like?
He's not like anyone I've ever met before.
Well? What did he want?
What did you talk about? You talk about rugby?
What did you talk about?
Francois, it's like talking to a brick wall. What did he say?
I think he wants us to win the World Cup.
Excuse me.
What do you think?
It doesn't matter what I think.
Yes, it does.
Okay.
I think he looks like one of the policemen
who forced us out of our house when you were in jail.
I don't like seeing you shake his hand.
And I'm not the only one.
You criticize without understanding.
You seek only to address your own personal feelings.
That is selfish thinking, Zindzi.
It does not serve the nation.
Zindzi, wait, please.
Zindzi, I...
Here.
Give this to your mother for me, please.
What is it?
It's a bracelet I found unpacking.
Why don't you just throw it away?
I don't have the right, doesn't belong to me
If she left it, she meant to throw it away.
Mrs. Pienaar said you were finished with the paper.
Ja. Of course.
- Let's go. - Go. Go.
Hey!
Here we go.
Hit! Yes.
The World Cup is played every four years.
Sixteen teams qualify from around the world.
Four pools of four teams,
each playing in nine different venues around the country.
Two teams will advance from each pool to the quarter finals.
The Ivory Coast qualifies.
That's wonderful.
According to the experts, we'll reach the quarter finals, and no further.
According to the experts, you and I should still be in jail.
You make a personal appearance in the finals,
and at the opening match between the Australia and the Springboks.
The finals will be broadcast to over a billion people around the world, live.
A billion people watching us!
This is a great opportunity.
I reckon you've knocked the stuffing out of them today.
And now! Come on, boys.
I haven't even begun.
All right. And now...
We may not be the most talented team in the world...
but sure is we're going to be the fittest.
- Let's go again, guys. - Come on, boys.
- Brenda. - Yes, sir.
Please get the head of South African rugby for me.
- Right away. - Thank you.
Yes. Come on.
Guys, listen up! Dr. Ledges wants a few words, please.
Afternoon men.
Good to see you all working so hard.
I have a short announcement.
As part of the PR buildup to the World Cup,
you will be conducting coaching clinics in townships all over the country.
I know, I know, you have plenty on your plates already---
but this is a request from the top.
The very top.
Thank you.
This is complete crap, man.
What is this, huh? Are we some sort of circus act now?
We didn't talk about shit like this.
They expect us to play our best, to give our bloody all,
then they add to our bloody workload...
He's right.
What do you think about this, Chester?
I try not to think. 'Cause it interferes with my rugby.
See! Now there's a rugby player.
Talk to them, cappie.
You gotta make them understand we just don't have the time for this.
Ja.
I'm not going to talk to them.
Why not?
We've become more then just a rugby team.
And we might as well get used to it.
Is this you speaking, or Mandela?
Yeah, exactly, huh?
You know me better than that.
You know, times change.
And we need to change as well.
Oh, that's great.
Shit.
Ja.
I'm glad I don't live here.
Don't forget, we've got cameras on us at all times.
What a bloody joke.
"CHESTER CHESTER CHESTER"
Chester--- I reckon you're up.
- What am I supposed to do? - What you do best.
Let rip.
Who wants to play rugby?
Who here knows the first rule of rugby?
Me.
- What is it? - You hit another players when the Raf isn't looking!
No, no, no. The first rule of rugby
is you can only pass the ball backwards or sideways.
All right? Do we practise that?
- "Ja" - All right. Form a line.
Let's go, boys. Here we go.
Get ready.
Keep your hands up.
Okay.
Like this, like this.
I'm here so I make it like this.
Now, you run.
There you go.
...and then catch it. Right.
So, I want you in groups of three, okay?
All right. One, two, three!
...and in addition to the nationwide PR campaign,
we propose that all retail outlets charge
a nominal fee for plastic bags.
We believe that this will generate--- - Ah. Excuse me.
Mr. Minister, if you'll forgive me. This all sound excellent,
and we will return to it, but...
if you'll indulge me for just one more minute---
Well. Soccer is usually their favorite sport here. But things changed today.
When a group of local kids really took to the Springboks in a surprise visit...
...Francois Pienaar...
You see that,
that picture is worth any number of speeches.
This is Johan De Villiers reporting Live from Cape Town airport
where the Springboks' flight has just landed. - Okay. - Thank you.
The green and gold have just one week to put the finishing touches
to their gruelling training program
and I, for one, must admit to being
cautiously optimistic.
I say cautiously, because in my humble opinion
this Springbok team has been over-practised on the field,
and over-committed off it.
Which makes beating a powerhouse Australian side
in next week's Cup opener a tall order,
especially as this is an inexperienced team
with a history of coming up short in big matches.
This is Johan de Villiers, Live in Cape Town,
returning you to the studio in Johannesburg.
Thanks Johan. The update---
Around the world--- objectively---
what are they saying about our chances to beat Australia?
Everyone thinks they'll beat us.
And if they do, we'll have to go through England and the All Blacks
just to get to the Final.
So it is very important that we beat Australia.
Thank you.
Madiba, the Cabinet Ministers are here to brief you on the trip to Taiwan.
Oh, yes.
- I'll be right out. - Thank you, sir.
¶ Matters not the circumstance ¶
¶ We rise above, take a chance ¶
¶ I thank whatever ¶
¶ Whatever gods may be ¶
¶ 9,000 days were set aside¶
¶ 9,000 days of destiny ¶
¶ 9,000 days to thank gods ¶
¶ Wherever they may be ¶
One week, boys.
We want snipers on top of the stadium and the surrounding buildings here.
No problem.
We want those two approaches completely sanitized.
Two approaches?
We're not going to decide which way he comes in until the very last moment.
We want uniforms, plain clothes, sharp-shooters...
And sniffer dogs.
And if you need more men, we have an army unit for you
on standby at Silvermine.
We're not going to take chances, gentlemen.
The President's going to be exposed.
Much too exposed.
Brenda...
...I have been studying.
For the summit in Taiwan? Good.
No. Not exactly.
Test me.
They look like thugs.
Block out their names.
See if I can recognize them.
Andre Joubert.
Gavin Johnson.
Did I get them right?
Yes, Madiba.
That's the way I used to study in law school.
Unfortunately,
Chester is far too easy to identify.
But that will change.
It must.
- Go. - Go. Go. Go.
Team meeting. After dinner.
C'mon, Springboks!
Round. Gather round.
- Pass it away. - What's this Francois? Homework?
Ja, ja.
Make sure everyone has got one.
What is this?
We need to learn this song.
We can't just mouth the words anymore.
Nobody cares, as long as we're winning the matches.
You're wrong. They do care.
It's their bloody song, not ours.
Flippin' terrorist song, man.
Yeah, they used to arrest you for singing it.
Right, and now it's one of our anthems.
I can't even read it or pronounce the words.
All right, guys. It's optional.
Take it if you want to.
It means "God Bless Africa".
Which you have to admit, we could use.
Tell us, Mr. President, have you always been a rugby fan?
People do not realize that I played rugby myself,
when I was a student at Fort Hare.
It is a very rough game.
Almost as rough as politics.
How do you think the Springboks will do?
I think they will do very well.
Their level of commitment is tremendous.
Now, it's been said that you used to support any team
that played against the Springboks.
Yes, well, obviously, that is no longer true.
I am one hundred percent behind our boys.
After all, if I cannot change when circumstances demand it,
how can I expect others to?
¶ And it's not just a game ¶
¶ You can't throw me away ¶
¶ I put all I had on the line ¶
¶ And I give and you take ¶
¶ And I played the high stakes ¶
¶ I've won and I've lost ¶
¶ But, I'm fine ¶
¶ Hear me say I'll wise up 'til the end ¶
¶ Hear me say I'll stand up for my friends ¶
¶ And I crash to the ground ¶
¶ And it's just my own sound ¶
¶ I drop in the blink of an eye ¶
¶ I'm colorblind ¶
- Francois. - Welcome Mr. President.
Gentlemen...
forgive me for interrupting your work
the day before such an important match,
but I just wanted to come and wish you good luck, in person.
Sometimes, very seldom, as President,
I am allowed to do what I want.
Mr. President, this is---
Oh, I know, who this is.
- Andre, good luck. - Pleased to meet you. Thank you, sir.
Brendan, good luck to you.
- Kevin, good luck. - Thank you.
- James. - Mr. President.
- Good luck. - Thank you.
- Japie - Thank you, sir.
Good luck.
Did you ever imagine this?
Good luck.
How could I?
- Thank you. Good luck. - Mr. President.
- Good luck. - Thank you.
Good luck to you.
Good luck.
Good luck, son.
Good luck. Hennie...
- ...Good luck. - Thank you.
But where is Chester?
He's injured, sir. His hamstring. We're trying to keep it quiet.
Well, will he be out for the entire tournament?
With hamstrings, who knows?
We'll miss him.
The whole country will miss him.
- Well, gentlemen... - Mr. President, sir---
- Yes, Hennie. - This is for you. From us.
I'm honored, gentlemen. Truly honored.
And you must know that your country supports you, completely.
- Good luck to you all. - "Thank you, sir"
Francois, walk with me.
I have something for you.
It has helped me through the years.
I hope, it helps you.
Thank you, Mr. President.
Thank you.
It's time for bed, Tata.
I'm going to stay up awhile.
The country is excited tonight.
You need to sleep. The doctor said.
The doctor has no sense of occasion.
...and the good result here today...
...black and gold...
It's over!
- Thank you. - Hey.
You know what's the best thing about you being the captain?
- The honor? - No.
You don't have to share a room.
Nerine... No, I can't... I can't...
- Come on, Francois. It's been weeks. - I can't. I need to be really angry.
I know, it's working. I need to be angry tomorrow.
- What is this? - A poem.
From President. - How does a poem help you play rugby?
The same way your visit does. Inspiration.
All right. Come on. With you.
- What happened? - We scored.
Come on.
Go!
We won.
We did?
- Very good. - That was beautiful, Tata.
- What do you say to this? - Well. That was fantastic!
You must be very happy!
Any man would be happy to be dancing with a beautiful lady like you.
Mr. President, you're exaggerating.
Not at all.
My father was a Xhosa, so he was a polygamist.
As you know, I am not.
But when I look at you... I envy my father.
"Say, one, two, three, four! Hey!"
Coach's run, six a.m.
- What? - Pass it on.
Coach's run, six a.m.
Six.
Drink up.
Joe. Coach's run, six, six a.m.
Hey, guys. I hope you're not going to be this slow next week.
- Hi. - I like to see you. - Cappie? What's going on?
A change of pace. Come.
- Bloody boy! - There you go. Good.
Come.
Bye-bye.
That's what they used to do, smuggle gravel in from the yard
throw it across the floor so they could hear the wardens come in
Oh, wow.
- Can we see the President's cell? - Yes, of course.
Wow. Can you believe this?
Now, the number on the door...
46664 means, he was the 466th prisoner to be intend here in 1964.
We've done it up just the way it was.
Come with me.
"Out of the night that covers me,"
"Black as the pit from pole to pole,"
"I thank whatever gods may be"
" For my unconquerable soul."
"In the fell clutch of circumstance"
"I have not winced nor cried aloud."
"Under the bludgeonings of chance"
"My head is bloody, but unbow'd."
"Beyond this place of wrath and tears"
"Looms but the Horror of the shade,"
"And yet the menace of the years"
"Finds and shall find me unafraid."
"It matters not how strait the gate,"
"How charged with punishment the scroll,"
"I am the master of my fate:"
"I am the captain of my soul."
Look at that.
Tata? Madiba?
Sir?
What happened?
It's simple exhaustion, but it'll lead to worse if it's not treated.
He needs a complete rest.
And I don't mean just simply shifting the affairs of state to his bedroom.
No phone calls, no visitors, no meetings. No politics.
You know him. He won't do that.
Then I'm going to put him into hospital. In isolation.
No. Not yet. I'll threaten him with hospital if he doesn't behave.
I'll cancel everything.
And I'll come back tonight to make sure he's not waking.
Don't cancel the trip to Taiwan. Not yet.
What was that mean?
Chester's back.