Mandela: Long Walk to Freedom (2013) Script

[CHILD SHOUTING IN XHOSA]


[CHILDREN LAUGHING]

[Mandela] I dream the same dream night after night.

I am coming home to the house in Orlando.

Everything is the way it was.

They are all there.

All the ones that I have loved most in the world.

[LAUGHTER ECHOING]

They seem fine, getting on with their lives.

But they do not see me.

They never see me.

[CHILDREN'S SHOUTS ECHOING]

[TRIBAL MUSIC PLAYING]


[SHOUTING IN XHOSA]


[CHANTING IN XHOSA]

[MAN] Your youth, your beauty, your strength is not yours to hold.

You alone are small, your people are mighty.

Now go!

You are a man.

Leave as a man!

[MANDELA] Now I was a man with duties to my people.

My father had given me the name Rolihlahla... troublemaker.

I didn't want to make trouble.

I wanted to make my family proud of me.

[UP-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYING]

[SPEAKING IN AFRICAN LANGUAGE]

[WOMEN LAUGHING]

[LAUGHING]

[HORN HONKING]

Out of the way, boy.

[MAN] Stop, Kaffir.

[MAN 2] Come on, Kaffir. [MAN 3] Yes, sir.

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

[MANDELA] Sorry, sorry.

Court in 15 minutes.

Fifteen? Fifteen minutes.

Mr. Mandela, sir, you promised us. Yes, yes.

But the people are losing hope in their land.

How can I help you?

I am not a thief.

Mrs. De Kock, my client, your former maid, has been accused of stealing these items of clothing from your bedroom.

Am I to be spoken to like this by a native?

He is counsel for the defense, ma'am, but if you feel uncomfortable, you may address your answers to me.

Thank you, Your Worship.

Mrs. De Kock, how do we know that these items are not my client's herself?

I don't understand. What is he saying?

Well, what I am saying is can you identify these items as yours, Mrs. De Kock?

Well, you seem... unsure.

I will not be spoken to like this, it's disgusting.

If I'd known I was going to be so insulted in a court of law, I would never have come.

Your Honor, I move that...

Yes, yes. Case dismissed.

[SIGHS, CROWD MURMURING]

Siyabonga, you must carry my bag here.

You are lazy. Madiba?

I hear you're a man to watch.

Maybe I should sell tickets.

You don't come to Congress meetings.

Why would I want to do that?

Well, do you know anything about us?

You know anything about the African National Congress?

If you went out today and said, "Follow me," nobody would follow you, so why should I?

Do you like it when the Boers are calling you "boy"?

[CHUCKLES] When I am better qualified and better dressed and richer than they are, they won't call me boy anymore.

Baleka! [CHUCKLES]

You're right. We need him.

[WOMAN SINGING IN AFRICAN LANGUAGE]

[WOMAN] What does a hotshot lawyer know that I don't know?

[MANDELA] I know that the law says you can only have relations with members of your own race.

Am I a member of your own race?

Mr. Jackson. Pencil test. [LAUGHING]

See, this is the official method of establishing racial type.

The pencil stays in my hair.

I am a black man.

Now me? Hm...

The pencil stays in your hair.

You are black and can officially have relations with me.

[CHUCKLING]

Always works. [JACKSON LAUGHS]

[SINGING CONTINUES] [INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

My darling, my darling.

You must wear my jacket.

Then I can steal a kiss.

Yeah, yeah, it's you that I want to see!

You? Yeah, see you, my friend.

This one, you take her home, my man. She's lovely.

Are you going to be fine, yeah?

Never better. How many fingers?

[LAUGHTER]

Ah!

Bye!

[MUTTERING]

Hey, you!

I said you!

Hey? Where's your pass, eh?

Ah... Oh.

I left it at home, boss. No, no, no, no, no.

You come with me, come on.

Hey, don't put up a fight. Come with me.

Come, boy. That's right. Out you come.

[MUTTERING]

The kaffir's got no pass, so we're gonna put him in a cell.

Let's go. Come on, Kaffir.

Get up, get up, Get up!

Get up.

[RETCHES]

That's my shoe! Kick him, man.

[GRUNTING] [SHOUTING]

That's it, get up. Get him up.

[JACKSON CHOKING]

[MANDELA] Jackson Glada.

[MAN] Questioned at Jeppe Station.

- [MANDELA] Yes. [MAN] No pass.

Cause of death, congenital syphilis.

Everything is in order here.

No, he was beaten to death in Jeppe Station.

I have the medical affidavits for his injuries.

Are you accusing the police of lying?

I have medical affidavits.

I suggest that you start showing some respect of the law, boy.

And I have work to do. Good day to you.

[MANDELA] That's not law.

There's no law for us.

Who did Jackson ever hurt?

I mean, what did he do to deserve what they did to him?

Thank you.

And nobody cares. [BABY CRYING]

Nobody gives a damn.

Why are you telling me?

Something has to change.

And how should that happen? Education, hard work, pride.

No, no, Nelson, you can't do it on your own.

None of us can.

That's me, and that's you, and that's Oliver... and that's Kathy.

And each one of us are too little to do anything.

But together... we have the power.

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS IN DISTANCE]

Smoke?

I don't smoke.

Do you think I should join the ANC?

I think they like to talk.

And what about you? What do you like to do?

[CHUCKLES]

[UP-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYING]

[HONKING]

[MANDELA] Walter.

[CHUCKLING]

[WOMAN] Not until we're married. [MANDELA] Mm-hm.

[LAUGHTER]

[MEN CHATTERING]

[MAN] Jab, jab. One, two, ja.

One, two.

Yeah, that's it, very nice.

Come on, chief.

[SPEAKING IN AFRICAN LANGUAGE]

One, two, one, two.

Where's the jab? Where's the jab?

[FIGHTERS GRUNTING]

OK, OK, OK, OK. All right, OK.

[PANTING]

Walter.

Nelson.

[WALTER] I see you're working very hard.

[MANDELA] Yes. Must fight.

Tomorrow morning. What's that?

Boycott the buses?

Yeah, you see, you talk to people about freedom and justice, they don't listen, but put their bus fare up by a penny, that they care about.

[SIGHS] Help me.

Coach?

Let me see. There we go.

Bring your new wife. [CHUCKLES]

Nelson, you can't work all night.

I'm going to bed now.

I'll come later. You need to give yourself a rest.

You can't do everything.

Leave some things to God.

Does your god want your children to go hungry?

Nelson...

I don't see your god caring for our people.

Seems to me that he is looking after the Boers.

Nelson... [THUMPS]

Evelyn, go to bed.

Go to bed.

[BUS ENGINE RUMBLING]

[WALTER] Let the buses run empty!

Don't pay!

We won't pay a penny more!

We cannot pay a penny more!

[MAN] Shut them down.

[MAN 2] Get you on these buses!

This is the last chance you have to get on board the buses!

The buses will be leaving in five minutes!

Don't pay! Let their buses run empty!

Don't listen to this man!

If we stand together, we can beat them.

[MAN] This man is a troublemaker!

[WALTER] We cannot pay a penny more!

Let's not pay!

Let us walk to Johannesburg!

- [WALTER] ¡Afrika! [ALL] Mayibuye!

[SINGING IN AFRICAN LANGUAGE]

There's going to be trouble. I want to go home.

I'm going with them. They're not breaking any laws.

But I must go with them. Nelson...

You'll be fine.

Ah... [CHUCKLES]

[SINGING CONTINUES]


[NEWS FANFARE PLAYS]

[MALE ANNOUNCER] The Nationalist Party of Prime Minister Daniel F. Malan has been returned to power in the recent election...

[REPORTER] ...the government intends to geographically separate the blacks from the whites. Total enforced segregation.

[REPORTER 2] ...the new Cabinet has pledged to a policy of uncompromising white supremacy.

[CHILDREN CHATTERING]

[CHATTER, LAUGHTER]

Ah, Thembi, this is your new home.

We're calling for freedom of movement. No, no, no.

[WALTER] Each campaign volunteer chooses which forbidden place to enter.

Whites-only post office and whites-only toilets.

And in the townships, we cannot tolerate this constant oppressive military presence.

[EVELYN] Come here, Thembi.

[CLAMORING]

[MANDELA] Why should we obey their laws?

We don't have a vote.

This is not our government.

They are having a party, and we are not invited.

[CROWD MURMURS IN AGREEMENT]

So let's defy their unjust laws.

What can they do, throw us all in prison?

No. Let them.

When we are all in prison, let them mine their own gold, clean their own houses... [LAUGHTER] wash their own clothes.

Thank you for listening.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

Don't go to prison yet, Nelson.

[DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE]

[WHISPERS] My sweet.

[SIGHS]

You think I don't know? Know what?

Evelyn, it's the defiance campaign.

I'm doing it for all of us.

Yes, you care about all the children of South Africa except your own.

Hey, hey...

[EVELYN] Are you seeing other women for them?

Are you seeing your whores for them?!

'Cause I know, Nelson! Evelyn...

And I won't take it anymore! Evelyn, stop this now!

You will burn in Hell! Shut your mouth!

[CLATTERING] Shut your mouth.

[EVELYN SCREAMING]

Shut your stupid mouth. [EVELYN CRYING]

[SIGHING] [BABY CRYING]

Thembi, go to bed. [EVELYN CONTINUES CRYING]

We can't do this. I'm sorry.

[CHEERING, WHISTLING]

[MANDELA] Thulani. Thulani.

The Boers say Sophiatown is a slum.

[JEERING]

All the people that have homes there are to be evicted by force.

[CROWD SHOUTING]

Sophiatown is to be bulldozed so they can build houses for the rich.

[CROWD SHOUTING]

Let them try.

We say, "Over our dead bodies."

[CROWD CHEERING]

Let them bring their bulldozers.

Let them bring their army. We will fight for our homes!

[CROWD CHEERING]

We will fight for our freedom!

[CHEERING]

If they want a war... we will give them a war. [CHEERING]

- Mayibuye! [CROWD] ¡Afrika!

- ¡Afrika! [CROWD] Mayibuye!

- Mayibuye! [CROWD] ¡Afrika!

- ¡Afrika! [CROWD] Mayibuye!

[CROWD'S SHOUTS FADING]

[MANDELA] This way! Together!

[WALTER] Follow Madiba! [POLICEMAN] Whites only!

All together, come!


In there. [KATHY] They're coming!

Get them! Come on!

They are coming, they are coming.

[POLICEMAN] Where are they? Where are they?

What do you think you're doing?

See, lady, no manners at all. Come! Get up!

[KATHY] Let go! Get your hands off me.

Sorry, ladies. [SHOUTING]

[DOOR SLAMS, ECHOING]

[WALTER] Together we will beat them!

Together we have power!

- Mayibuye! [CROWD] ¡Afrika!

- [WALTER] ¡Afrika! [CROWD] Mayibuye!

- [WALTER] Mayibuye! [CROWD] ¡Afrika!

- [WALTER] ¡Afrika! [CROWD] Mayibuye!

[INDISTINCT CHATTER] [CHILDREN SINGING]

[LATCH CLICKING]

Are you here alone? Yes.

Mum doesn't know I'm here.

Mum says we're not to live with you anymore.

Thembi, I know that I've been away a lot.

Too much.

But... I'm doing it for all of us.

I want you to believe that.

[SIGHS]

[CHILDREN LAUGH]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER IN DISTANCE]

[CHUCKLES] Hambani. Hambani.

[MAN] Madiba. Mama.

[CHICKEN CLUCKING]

[SPEAKING IN XHOSA]


[SIGHING]


Do you want a lift?

OK. Sure.

Do you always accept lifts from strangers?

[LAUGHS SOFTLY] You are not a stranger.

You are Nelson Mandela.

And you are Winnie Madikizela.

How do you know? I made inquiries.

And what else did you find out?

That you work at Baragwanath Hospital, you are the first black social worker they've ever had, and you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.

[WINNIE] It's just here.

Thank you.

What time do you finish?

6:00. I'll be here.

You know, I've been finding out about you, too.

Yeah? Mm-hm.

And what have you found out?

Your wife left you.

I was away too much.

Never enough time.

There is no time.

Only now. Only now?

Yes. [CHUCKLES] What do you mean?

When I was seven years old, my little sister started coughing blood.

And my mother, she... she begged God to save her.

But she died.

And ever since then, I've known we have to save ourselves, and we have to live while we can.

[CHUCKLES] [LAUGHS]


Winnie, Winnie.

I heard you have a lot of girlfriends.

I'm different.

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATION]


I was thinking, I know a good dressmaker.

Very good value.

Maybe you should go and see her.

Maybe I should.

Maybe you should go to Bizana and talk to your father.

Maybe I should.

Was that a proposal?

If that's what you'd like.

Is it what you'd like?

More than anything in the world.

[CHUCKLING]

Is that "yes"? Yes.

[LAUGHTER]

[BOYS LAUGHING, SPEAKING IN AFRICAN LANGUAGE]

[WOMEN SINGING IN AFRICAN LANGUAGE]

[SINGING CONTINUES]

[SINGING CONTINUES]

[SPEAKING IN AFRICAN LANGUAGE]

Your husband.

[WEDDING PARTY SINGING AT A DISTANCE]

[SINGING CONTINUES]

[SINGING FADES]

[LAUGHING]

[REPORTER] At Sharpeville, an industrial township, thousands gather outside a police station in protest against new laws requiring every African to carry a pass at all times.

[CHEERING]

[POLICEMAN] The bastards ignored the planes, man.

No, no, they weren't scared at all. They bloody well waved at me...

[SPEAKING AFRIKAANS] They're tearing the fences apart.

[DEMONSTRATORS SHOUTING]

Listen, I'm trying... [RINGING]

[MAN] The cells are full.

[MAN 2] How long is it gonna take?

[CROWD SHOUTING] [OFFICER SPEAKS AFRIKAANS]

Back. Get away.

Pienaar!

[SHOUTING IN AFRIKAANS]

[SHOUTING IN AFRIKAANS]

Disperse and go back to the stadium!

This is your final warning!

[SHOUTS]

[SHOOTING CONTINUES]

[SCREAMING]

[SHOUTING AND GUNFIRE]

Cease fire!

Did you find a gun? You'd better find that gun, Pienaar.

Did you see a weapon? You find that weapon, Pienaar.

[REPORTER] Between 50 and 100 were killed and hundreds injured.

[REPORTER 2] ...police killed 69 Africans in the township of...

[REPORTER 3] ...most of the victims were shot in the back.

[REPORTER 4] ...men, women, and children were killed or wounded.

[REPORTER 5] ...tragic consequence of the desperate endeavor to preserve white supremacy.

[REPORTER 6] ...reacted hysterically to an event that stunned the world.

[MANDELA] We no longer accept the authority of a state that makes war on its own people.


[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]

Oliver has gone abroad to run the movement in exile.

I'm going underground.

[SIGHS]

The movement has always been nonviolent.

Nonviolent.

Not anymore.


[CAR ENGINE RUNNING]

[COCKS GUN]


- [MAN, ON SCREEN] How's Miriam? [MAN 2] She's fine.

[MAN] Well, that's fine, fine.

[AUDIENCE MURMURING]

She is good-looking, but you must give me Sophia Loren any day.

[LAUGHTER]

[SHOUTING IN AFRICAN LANGUAGE] Amandla!

Spear of the Nation. [ALL] Yes!

We are the people of this nation. [ALL] Yes.

But we don't have power. [ALL] Yes.

We don't have rights, then.

[ALL] Yes. We don't have justice.

[ALL] Yes.

South Africa now is a land ruled by the gun.

[ALL] Yes.

There comes a time in the life of every nation when there remains two choices.

Submit...

[ALL SHOUTING] Never! Never!

...or fight! [CHEERING]

We must fight. [CHEERING]

[ALL CHANTING] Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

[BABY CRYING]

Don't worry, we'll find him and then we'll hang him.

Then you'll need a new man to keep you warm at night, won't you?

Amos, this is David.

Can you take him to the domestic quarters?

Yeah, boss.

Good morning, tata.

[MAN] Inner tube of a ballpoint pen.

The thicker the plug, the more time you've got.

Aluminum powder mixed with permanganate of potash.

You can get this for washing lettuce.

When the acid reaches the mixture, it catalyzes... and you've got... [IMITATES EXPLOSION]

[GRUNTS]

[CAR ENGINE ACCELERATES]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[POWERING DOWN]

Kathy, it's Nelson.

They're calling me a terrorist.

I need to set the record straight.

Now, find a foreign journalist.

Let's go.

[MANDELA] I want the world to know.

OK, I've been accused of running away and not standing up for my beliefs.

Now, tell them that I will not give myself up to a government I do not recognize.

We have been forced into an armed struggle.

The decision was not taken lightly by myself or the people or the ANC.

[REPORTER] Brian Widlake, ITN News.

I have a few questions for you. Mr. Mandela, if the government doesn't give in to the concessions that you want, will there be violence? There is violence now.

For 50 years, we have been talking peace and nonviolence.

The government's reply is violence, armed attacks on unarmed and defenseless people.

If you were us, what would you do?

Mr. Mandela, what is it that you personally want?

I want freedom.

I have beautiful children, a beautiful wife.

I want them to walk free in their own land.

Madiba, we must go.

Hey, it's Daddy. [CHUCKLES]

Hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Look at you, look at you.

It's OK. Oh, it's Daddy.

[GIRL SQUEALING]

Look, it's Daddy. [LAUGHTER]

Are you smiling for Daddy? Do you want to come run with Dad?

Come, come, let's go. Come. Come, Zeni.

How are you? I'm fine.

I've lost the new job, though.

I will see that you get some help. No. I'll be all right.

I knew how it would be.

Fight them.

I hate them so much.

[CLATTERING]

[CHILDREN LAUGHING]

[KATHY] Petrus didn't make it.

What happened?

The detonator went off too soon.

I'm so sorry, Madiba.

It's not safe here anymore.

Time for you to move on.


You are at the wrong place.

Police!

Go, go, go!

Run, run! You two take the outbuildings and we'll take the farm. [DOGS BARKING]

Get down on the floor!

Get in there! Get in there!

Search them! Come here!

Get down on the floor! Come on!

Watch out, there's one going out the back.

Take him down! Take him down!

Keep still!

[TIRES SQUEALING]

[SHOUTING]

[SHOUTING]

Don't move!

[TIRES SQUEALING]

[GUNS COCKING]

Does somebody want me?

[HANDCUFFS CLICKING]

[DOGS BARKING] [PANTING]

[PANTING]

[HORN HONKS]

Mama Winnie! Mama Winnie!

They caught him. [GASPS]

[ALL CHANTING] Mandela!

Mandela!

Sisulu!

Kathrada!

[CHANTING CONTINUES]

No children. You can't take them in.

Don't touch me.

[SPEAKING AFRIKAANS] Don't touch me.

Mama will come back, OK? All right?

Now, wait with sisi, OK? [CHANTING CONTINUES]

[CROWD] Mandela!

Mandela! Mandela!

[CROWD MURMURING]

[MURMURING QUIETS]

[CROWD WHISPERING]

[SHOUTING IN AFRICAN LANGUAGE]

[MAN] Silence! [CHANTING CONTINUES]

[GAVEL POUNDING] Silence!

[CROWD MURMURING]

Quiet! Quiet!

My Lord, I call the case of the state against the national high command of Umkhonto we Sizwe, the military wing of the African National Congress.

The state contends that the accused are responsible for acts of sabotage aimed at facilitating violent revolution and an armed invasion of this country with the intention of overthrowing the government.

Accused number one, Nelson Mandela.

Do you plead guilty or not guilty?

My Lord, it is not I but the government that should be put in the dock.

[CROWD MURMURING] I plead not guilty.

[CROWD GASPING]

The state has formally advised me that they will be asking for the supreme penalty permissible by law.

Which is death.

Our best chance is to attack the credibility of the charges.

We dispute every falsehood, we challenge every charge.

We think they'll bring in a guilty verdict, but we might be able to avoid the death sentence.

Agreed? Agreed.

[MUTTERING] Agreed.

Then be happy.

Smile.

This may be the greatest service we will ever do for our people.

[CROWD CHANTING OUTSIDE]

[CHANTING] Mandela! Mandela!

My name is Nelson Mandela.

I'm the first accused.

I do not deny that I planned sabotage.

I did not plan it in a spirit of recklessness nor because I have any love for violence.

The hard facts are that 50 years of non-violence had brought the African people nothing but more and more repressive legislation and fewer and fewer rights.

Africans want a just share in the whole of South Africa.

We want equal political rights, one man, one vote.

I have dedicated myself to this struggle of the African people.

I have fought against white domination.

I have fought against black domination.

I have cherished the ideal of a free, democratic society where all persons live together in harmony with equal opportunities.

It is an ideal which I hope to live for and achieve, but, if needs be, it is an ideal for which I am prepared to die.

[CROWD CHANTING]

- Amandla! Awethu!

- Amandla! Awethu!

[CHANTING CONTINUES]


Before the judge imposes the supreme penalty, there is one more step.

He will ask the first accused, Nelson, "Have you any reason to advance whether the sentence should not be passed?"

You could then say... I have nothing more to say.

That won't help your appeal.

There will be no appeal.

No appeal?

We have talked about this. We are ready.

[MAN] All rise.

I have reached my verdict.

The defendants will rise.

The accused are all found guilty as charged.

[CROWD GASPING]

The accused have made high moral claims for their actions.

In essence, they have courted martyrdom at the hands of what they call "their oppressors."

But I will not give them that satisfaction.

Let us show the world that we are a nation of laws and where possible, we temper justice with mercy.

I have therefore decided not to impose the supreme penalty.

[CROWD GASPING]

The sentence in the case of all the accused... will be life imprisonment.

[CHANTING]

[CHANTING CONTINUES]


[CROWD SINGING]


[BRAKES SQUEAK]

[SPEAKING AFRIKAANS]

[GUARD] All right, get out, kaffirs.

In a line. All right.

Move, move, get over there. Now stand in a line.

All right, listen to us.

Get over there. Move.

Form a line, go on.

You're not in Johannesburg anymore.

You're not in Pretoria. You are on the island.

You will never leave here again.

You will never touch a woman or a child again.

You will die here.

If you have any complaints, well, that's just too bad because nobody on the island gives a shit, and nobody in the rest of the universe will ever know.

It's a pity they didn't hang you.

I'm going to make sure you wish they had.

Move!

[GUARDS SHOUTING IN AFRIKAANS]

[SHOUTING CONTINUES]

Indians get trousers. Indians get socks.

Boys get shorts.

Sit down, sit down, man!

Well, Kathy, it looks like you will have to be the daddy.

Move! Move, move, move!

Come, put all your civvies here in the box.

Move it!

I'm watching you, my friend. Move it!

Go on, go on! Move!

Move!

[SERGEANT] Motsoaledi.

[GUARD] Motsoaledi.

[SHOUTING IN AFRIKAANS]

[JAIL DOOR CLOSING]

Kathrada. Kathrada!

Kathrada, move!

In! Move, coolie!

Sisulu? Sisulu!

Forward, come! Move, move, move!

Mandela. Mandela.

Go!

[DOOR THUDS, LATCH CLANKS]

This is it, boy... home, for the rest of your life.

Mlangeni, come, move.

Mlangeni. Move.

Mlangeni... [SIGHS]

[DISTANT SHOUTING]

Amandla!


[MEN SPEAKING AFRIKAANS]

Routine check. Get out!

Stay where you are!

Get out of my bedroom! Get out!

[SHOUTING, SCREAMING] Hey, hey, hey.

Get out! Get out! Get out!

Get out! Jesus, what a witch.

[PANTING]

[GRUNTING]

[PANTING CONTINUES]

[HEAVY SIGH]

[SIGHS]

[GUARDS SHOUTING AND CLAPPING]

Get up, you lazy kaffirs! Time for work!

Up, Kaffir! [INDISTINCT SHOUTING]

Come, come, come! Move!

[MAN] Every morning I've got to smell your crap.

Come. Move!

Get back into line, man!

Listen, we are going to start making demands, and our first demand is going to be long trousers.

We have to make them respect us, and they will, but it will take time, but we have time, so we start small.

[SHOVEL CLANKING]

[GUARDS SHOUTING IN AFRIKAANS]

Faster, faster! Move, move, you bloody Kaffir!

Move, move!

[SHOUTING CONTINUES]

Lazy boy.

Work. Don't stop. You work.

I heard about your wife, boy.

Crazy woman. Bitch.

Winnie... Hey, hey, hey!

Hey, we are not fighting. Just do it, boy.

Please do it. Madiba.

What is the problem here? No problem.

No problem, Sergeant. No problem.

[MAN] Let's work, boys.

Let's go, go, go. Move, move, move.

Every time they make us angry, it's like they win.

Never let them see you lose your temper, Madiba.

Never. [MAN] Hey, what are you looking at?

Turn 'round!

[SPEAKING AFRIKAANS]

[SPEAKING AFRICAN LANGUAGE]

[GROUP CHANTING]


[DISTANT CHANTING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[WHISTLES]

[DISTANT SHOUTING]

[INHALES]

[KICKS CELL DOOR]

Number. 31159.

[MUTTERS]

Number. 46664.

That is category D.

That's your allocation for the next six months.

Number.

[LOW, INDISTINCT TALKING IN DISTANCE]

[FOOTSTEPS ECHOING]

[SIGHS]

[SIGHS]

[SIGHING]


[INAUDIBLE]

[SHOUTING IN AFRIKAANS]

Get these bloody dogs out of here.

[SHOUTING CONTINUES]

Get out of here. Get in the yard, you...

You, you, move it!

Yes, that's it, boys. That's good, good.

In the rain, right.

Get your clothes off. Strip!

Take your clothes off. Strip! Strip! Strip!

Fucking strip!

Strip! You stink!

Let's wash the stink off you! You are nothing!

[MEN CONTINUE SHOUTING] [CLATTERING]

[SERGEANT] When they think of you in the morning, they'll think they're gonna shit themselves!

Night in the rain, huh? Useless kaffirs.

You understand, boys?

You're going to stand here all night!

You monkeys!

You don't wear clothes up in your trees, do you?

You black baboon kaffirs!

Stand still in the line. Useless kaffirs.

Stand up. Get up, up, up!

Stand up! Stand up, you slacker!

You tell your commanding officer I will be complaining to the head of the prison service in Pretoria.

You tell him that!

[DISTANT SHOUTING] [THUNDER RUMBLING]

[THUNDER RUMBLING ECHOING]

[DRIPPING]

[DISTANT SCREAMING]

[SCREAMING CONTINUES]

Get up.

You've got a complaint to make to Pretoria?

Yes, Colonel.

This prison is out of control, and those prison guards are nothing but some drunk hooligans.

What right do they have to assault us?

Now, are you part of a justice system or gangsters in uniform?

You think you can scare me with this shit about Pretoria?

If those idiots don't like what I do, they can sack me. I don't need their job.

My family's got five farms.

I've got money. I do what I like.

Have you got anything else to say to me?

Yes.

I've put in a request for long trousers.

Long trousers.

He wants long trousers.

[CHANTING]

Mandela, follow me.

[CHANTING CONTINUES]

Speak English only. Family matters only.

Any political talk, and I'll terminate the visit. Sit.

[SIGHS]

Are you all right?

Yes, I'm all right.

Tell me about you.

I'm under a banning order.

But don't worry.

Our friends are helping me.

The girls send their love.

They want to see you.

I think of them every day.

[SIGHS]

You must tell them I love them.

They're not allowed visits until they're 16.

Zindzi's not yet five.

Tell me about the arrests. [SIGHS]

It's nothing I can't deal with.

They like to have little chats with me.

Usually they wait till just before the girls come back from school to take me away.

So the girls will find an empty home.

They think about these things, you know.

They think about me a lot.

How do you bear it? By hating them.

And don't tell me I'm wrong, it keeps me strong.

Hey. Family matters only.

Your mother, Madiba, she is sick.

They say she will die soon.

I have failed her.

No.

She understands.

And she's proud of you.

Is that true?

She told me so herself.

Mandela, let's go.


Don't touch my children!

Do not touch my children! Get in there!

Do not... touch my children! [CHILD] Mama!

Don't you ever touch my children!

Mama! Mama!

Mummy will come back. Stay in the house.

Mummy will come back. Stay in...

In, Kaffir. [ZINDZI] Mama! Mama!

[ENGINE STARTS, WINNIE GASPING]

Mama!

Mama? [SOBBING] Mama!

[DOGS BARKING IN DISTANCE]

[WINNIE] Where are my children?!

Where are my children?

Where are my children?!

What have you done to my children?! Where are my children?!

Where are my children?

Where are my... children?!

[MANDELA] My darling daughters.

I have been told that our beloved mama has been arrested again.

This is hard for me because I am the source of all your troubles.

[GUARD] Mandela, move!

All that I wish for you to bear in mind is that we have a brave and determined mother who loves her people with all of her heart.

When you are grown up, you will understand how she has sacrificed her own happiness in the battle for truth and justice.

I am only allowed to send you two letters a year.

I am told you have not been getting them... but I shall keep on writing.

There's so little I can do for you.

These letters are the only means of passing my love to you.

[SIGHS]

[SKITTERING]

[SPEAKING AFRIKAANS]

Hands up!

[GASPS]

Could I... Louder.

Go toilet. Go to...

All you have to do is help us.

Then you can go back to your children.

I piss on you.

Bloody black bitch!

No, no!

[DISTANT SHOUTING]

[SIGHS] [SHOUTING CONTINUES]

[LAUGHTER]


[GASPS]

[MANDELA] I dreamt about Winnie last night.

Thembi was there, too.

He's living right there in Cape Town.

Ah, maybe he'll come and visit you one day.

It's not been easy on the boy.

Man, you terrorists.

Most dangerous men in Africa.

You're a bunch of wild animals.

[GUARD] What are you looking at? Turn around.

Wild animals, the lot of you.

Now I get it. We're in a zoo.

I see myself more like a lion.

A tiger. No tigers in Africa, Madiba.

Who told you that?

No, it's a fact, there have never been tigers.

There are African tigers, Kathy. What kind of a lawyer is a tiger?

Lawyers are cheetahs, Madiba. [LAUGHTER]

[GUARD] Work, you lazy buggers!

[SHOUTING IN AFRIKAANS]

Hurry up! Stop shuffling, you lazy Kaffir.

Hey, boy.

You think you're smart, don't you?

Can't be that smart, otherwise I wouldn't be here.

You're going to be on this shit island for the rest of your life.

I'll be gone in a year.

Why wait so long?

I mean, your family have five farms.

You've got money. You don't need this job.

Who told you that? You did.

[GUARDS SHOUTING]

Long trousers! Long trousers!

[SHOUTING, LAUGHTER]

Long trousers! [LAUGHTER CONTINUES]

[SHOUTING CONTINUES]

Look at this!

Long trousers.

Can you believe it?

Kathy, you are no longer the daddy.

Well done, Madiba.

[CLINKING]

Telegram.

Have you read it?

[CLINKING CONTINUES]


[STIFLED SOBBING]

But he's my firstborn son.

It is my duty to bury him.

The orders are you're not to leave the island, ever.

I'm sorry. That's just the way it is.

Tata.


Madiba?

I'm losing them all.

My mother.

My son.

My wife.

[HEAVY SIGH]

Come now.

Thank you.


[CROWD CHEERING]

[CROWD CHANTING] Winnie! Winnie!

Winnie! Winnie! Winnie!

Winnie! Winnie!

Winnie! Winnie! Winnie!

Winnie! Winnie!

Winnie! Winnie...

[CHANTING CONTINUES]

[CHANTING CONTINUES]

Winnie?

Winnie, how does it feel?

We love you, Winnie!

[SOBBING]

Sisi.

[REPORTER] Winnie, talk to us.

Are you gonna make a statement?

I say to my jailers...

"Thank you."

And I say to the government, "Thank you.

You've helped me grow up."

I was very young when I married Nelson.

[MAN] Yes, yes. I'm not young anymore.

And I am not afraid anymore.

[CROWD MURMURING IN AGREEMENT]

Amandla!

Awethu!

[WOMAN] What are you going to do now?

[CROWD CHANTING] Winnie! Winnie! Winnie!

[♪ BOB MARLEY & THE WAILERS: "WAR"]

[CLANKING]

[GUNSHOTS, SCREAMING]

[SCREAMING] [WHIRRING]

[SCREAMING]

[SHOUTING]

[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]

Move!

[SHOUTING CONTINUES]

Are you Nelson Mandela?

Yes.

[MAN] This is what you do?

This is what I do.

I told you these old men had given up.

You must show respect, man. Respect?

They're killing us on the streets.

But even the children are fighting back, and he grows tomatoes.

What is your name?

My name is Patrick Lekota.

Mr. Lekota, we have been in prison for a very long time.

We would be very happy to listen to you, to learn.

We closed down the schools, all the schools.

[PATRICK] There was no ANC.

We don't need your ANC.

I can see... that you are very brave.

And you... and you.

But alone, what can you do?

Together we have power.

Together.

You and I can be killed or imprisoned, but the organization goes on... forever.

[GUARDS SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

[GUARD] Go back now! [MAN] Aye, aye, brave man.

[GUARD] You'll march with the line!

[SIGHS]


[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

[DOOR CLANKING]

[CELL DOOR SLAMS] [LOCK CLICKING]

[MANDELA] So, did Brent do well in his examination?

Not too bad.

What about Zane?

It must be his 14th birthday soon.

Just like you.

Do you ever forget anything?

Last time I saw Zindzi, she wasn't even three.

[DISTANT CONVERSATIONS]

[SOBS QUIETLY]

Zindzi.

You are so beautiful.

I think of you every day, but it's the little girl that I see.

And now you have grown to be a beautiful young woman.

[SOBS]

How is your mother? You know Mama.

She's a fighter.

And you?

I'm your daughter.

I want to fight, too.

There's no politics.

That is not politics, that is my life.

You have your mother's spirit. [CHUCKLES]

[CHUCKLES]

Can I touch you? [GUARD] There's no physical contact.

You do touch me.

Tata, I want you to know I've always loved you, even without knowing you, and I've always supported you, and I've always believed that one day, you... you'll be free.

We will be able to touch.

[MANDELA SIGHS]

You must tell our friends... that I am strong and full of hope... and eager to do whatever is asked of me.

I'll tell them.

They're waiting for you. We're all waiting for you.

And we're winning support.

All over the world, there's going to be a new campaign.

Free Nelson Mandela.

And Walter Sisulu, and Ahmed Kathrada, all of us.

[CHUCKLES] There's no room on the badge, Tata.

[CHUCKLES]

[♪ GIL SCOTT-HERON: "THE REVOLUTION WILL NOT BE TELEVISED"]

South Africa needs Nelson Mandela.

The world needs Nelson Mandela.

[THUMPING]

[CHANTING]

[SHOUTING]

[SINGING]

[WHIRRING]


[DISTANT SCREAMING]

[SCREAMING CONTINUES, DOG BARKING]

Welcome to the penthouse.

Uh, Mr. Gregory? Mm-hm?

Do we all sleep in the same room?

Yeah.

Then I'm putting in for a transfer.

For medical reasons. Walter snores like a donkey.

Kathy. [LAUGHTER]

That is what I call a big mirror.

[DOOR THUMPS CLOSED, LOCK CLACKS]

Ah.

[MANDELA] Look at us.

Dangerous terrorists, each one of us.

I used to have a good right hand. Mmm.

[CHUCKLES]

[CROWD CHANTING] Winnie! Winnie! Winnie!

Winnie! Winnie! Winnie...!

[CROWD SINGING]


- Amandla! Awethu!

The army is in our townships. [CROWD MURMURING]

Killing us every day.

But we will fight to the last drop of our blood.

[SHOUTING IN AGREEMENT]

We have no AK-47s.

We have no Casspirs, but we have our hands. [SHOUTING CONTINUES]

We have stones!

We have boxes of matches!

We have petrol!

We know the informers.

We know the traitors.

And we know what to do with them.

[SHOUTING CONTINUES]

[PANTING, CROWD SCREAMING]

[SCREAMING CONTINUES]

[REPORTER] In a savage killing spree, town officials were torn apart by the mobs before the bodies were set alight.

[CHEERING]

[SHOUTING]

[GUNSHOTS, EXPLOSIONS] [SCREAMING]

[SHRIEKING]

[GUNSHOTS CONTINUE] [SCREAMING]

[PRESIDENT BOTHA, OVER RADIO] I am prepared to release Mr. Mandela if he would say that he rejects violence as a means to reach and to achieve political ends.

Does he think we are idiots?

Anyone can see it's just another trick.

Yes, Kathy, it is a trick, but this is how it begins.

They called it a contact visit.

You can touch.

I haven't touched my wife for 21 years.

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING SLOWLY]


[SIGHS]

[SNIFFING]

You haven't changed.

I have. No.

To me, you haven't changed.

Be careful this offer of release.

They are using you.

I know. You mustn't betray our people fighting on the streets.

Speak so I can hear you.

Our people have never lost hope.

The more they oppress us, the harder we fight.

They fear us, Nelson.

They fear me.

They think you are old and tired.

Make them fear you, too.

No politics.

We must talk politics.

The president has given me an offer, and he expects a reply.

For the president.

Oh, Winnie.

[CROWD CHEERING]

[SINGING, CHEERING]

Oh, my comrades, Zindzi Mandela! [CHEERING]

On Friday, my mother saw my father in Pollsmoor Prison and obtained his answer to President Botha's offer of conditional release.

My father says, "I am not a violent man. [CHEERING]

It was only when all other forms of resistance were no longer open to us that we turned to armed struggle."

[CHEERING CONTINUES]

"Let President Botha renounce violence.

Let him dismantle apartheid." [CHEERING CONTINUES]

"I cannot and will not give any undertaking at a time when I and you, the people, are not free." [CHEERING CONTINUES]

"Your freedom and mine cannot be separated.

I will return." [APPLAUSE]

[CHANTING]

[GROUP SINGING IN DISTANCE]

♪ Freedom is in your hands

♪ Freedom is in your hands...

Where are we going?

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

Well...

[WHEEZING]

Welcome.

My name is Kobie Coetsee. I'm the Minister of Justice.

This meeting is not taking place.

The rest of the world thinks South Africa will be ripped apart by race war.

Now, uh... we have to do something to restore confidence.

Let me introduce you. General Willemse, who you know.

Fanie van der Merwe, Prisons Department.

How do you do?

Dr. Niel Barnard, National Intelligence Service.

Pleased to meet you. Hello.

Mr. Mandela.

We five are charged by the president to find a way out of our current difficulties.

Are you sure that you can talk to me?

I am a member of a banned organization.

[CHUCKLES] Oh, we'll talk to you, if you'll talk to us.

Well, gentlemen...

[SIGHS]

Shall we begin?

I don't trust them. This is not the time to talk.

I don't think Madiba should be talking to them on his own.

Let's just put it to the vote.

I propose no private talks.

And you, Walter?

None of us are bigger than the movement.

Four against one. Motion carried.

I take note, comrades... but I will do what I believe is right.

You have the most powerful army in Africa.

There's no way we can match you in battle, but we have 30 million people.

I would call that a stalemate.

All right.

Here's the bottom line:

You end the violence, and we'll give you a share in power.

A share?

Well, obviously, we can't accept a crude one man, one vote system.

Yeah, if the blacks take over, our country is finished.

We are finished.

Why? "Why?"

"if the blacks take over..."

Can you imagine what the blacks would do to us if they got us in their power?

I am black.

You are different.

That is why we are talking to you.

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

[KATHY] These are the same people that threw him in jail, that persecuted his wife, that murdered his friends, and he's talking to them.

[BARNARD] I don't believe you don't want revenge.

You are right.

I do.

So?

How can we ever allow you to have any real power?

Well, I admit I want revenge, but I want something more than that, and that is to live without fear and hatred.

Sweet dreams, Mr. Mandela.

I have no choice.

I have seen what fear has done to your people.

You've always been afraid of us, and it has made you an unjust and brutal people.

Now consider our position.

We know that one day we will be free, and we will be the rulers of our country, but do we want to live in the same hell as you do now?

That would be to lock ourselves back into prison and our children and generations after that.

Gentlemen, look, I can tell you for nothing, when we come to power, there will be no revenge.

[GUNSHOTS] [SCREAMING]

[REPORTER] It's blacks that continue to be the victims of this unprecedented wave of unrest.

Nearly 300 people have died since September.

Only one white has been killed.

Police stuck to their armored personnel carriers.

No rubber bullets here.

These were live rounds they were firing.

Lay him there, lay him there.

[SPEAKING IN AFRICAN LANGUAGE] [SOBBING]

He is gone, sisi.

Make them suffer as we suffer.

[TRUCKS WHIRRING]

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

Well, you've impressed them.

I think we're going to make progress.

[MANDELA] I hope so.

[COETSEE] I believe you will soon be reaching your 70th birthday.

My congratulations.

Do you plan a celebration?

[MANDELA] Nothing of consequence.

Is this my new prison? Yeah.

Who else is to be held here? Just you.

Ah, Mr. Mandela, welcome to your new home.

Am I being fattened for the kill? [CHUCKLES]

No, you have a vital job to do for your country.

We need to look after you.

By the way, any members of your family can visit any time.

[LAUGHTER]

Look at you kids. She is hungry.

You are hungry. [CRYING]

Don't make a mess, huh? [CHUCKLES]

Oh!

[SPEAKING IN AFRICAN LANGUAGE]

Hello. [CHUCKLING]

I know that it has been tough for you, but...

I hear so much these days.

These boys that you have around you.

What about them? Well, the violence, for one.

Some of it is necessary, but... [LAUGHING]

Hey!

Is that for me?

No, Khulu. It is for the white men.

So you are doing that because of the color of their skin?

Yes, Khulu.

[SIGHS]

That is what they do to us, and we must do better.

Understand? Yes, Khulu.

Come. Come on.

These are my grandsons, and they would like to meet you.

Look at him.

[SWART] I'll do that. No, no, I want to do it.

Let Nelson do it, Swart.

[GREGORY OVER SPEAKER] Swart, you can stop.

You know that Winnie can stay overnight any time that you want.

Yes, but she won't. This is still a prison.

She can't pretend that I'm a free man.

Maybe.

But she's still your wife.

Well, I was married in 1958, arrested in '62.

I didn't touch her again until '84.

Is she still my wife?

[GREGORY] I've seen you with her and the way you look at her photograph.

You love her.

[MANDELA] This is very true, my friend. I never stopped loving her.

But I love her as she was.

The first step to regaining the confidence of the markets is your release, and then, of course, the release of your colleagues.

We've briefed the president.

He's a pragmatist; he heard us.

The government agrees to lift the ban on the ANC and repeal the race laws.

You undertake to renounce violence.

No.

But you said... I said nothing.

I listened.

But you will withdraw your demand for majority rule?

No.

Then what are you giving us in exchange for what we give you?

Nothing.

These meetings have been a complete waste of all our time.

Well, I wouldn't say that I've wasted my time.

The president has made up his mind.

It can't be stopped now.

[SIGHS]

The president is a member of the Gereformeerde Kerk, very Calvinist.

He believes God calls him to do a special task in a special time.

After the inauguration service... he wept... and said that God was calling him to save the people of South Africa.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR] [DOOR OPENS]

[MAN] President de Klerk.

[SPEAKING AFRIKAANS]

It's this way. Hang on, shoelace.

Thank you. Yeah.

Well, this is it.


Mr. Mandela. Mr. President.

May I congratulate you on your election?

Thank you.

You have been called to a very special task in a very special time.

So I believe.

[SPEAKING AFRIKAANS]

Just here? Yeah.

[SIGHS]

Mr. Mandela, I have taken the decision to release you.

Unconditionally.

A car will be ready at 9:00 tomorrow morning to take you to the airport.

A plane will be waiting to fly you directly to Johannesburg where the official release ceremony will take place.

Mr. De Klerk, your people have taken away half of my life and returned me an old man to a home that has been long abandoned and a family that have grown up without me.

I don't want you at my side at that moment.

I don't want to be told that you have given me my freedom.

Just open the gate and let me go.

[WIND BLOWING]

[LAUGHTER]

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

Any minute now. OK, Tata?

Hello, hello.

How are you, Auntie? Yeah, I'm good.

I wouldn't do it without you.

You want me to hold your hand?

In case I stumble?

[CHEERING] [MOTORCADE APPROACHING]

[SINGING]


[CHEERING INTENSIFIES]


[THUMPING, SINGING]


Somebody want me? [CHEERING]

[SINGING CONTINUES]

[SINGING CONTINUES OUTSIDE]

Don't be fooled by all that cheering, Madiba.

There's anger out there. I know that.

Winnie, Winnie.

It's just been so long.

It's better that way.

I am so tired.

I just want to sleep.

[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]

[♪ PUBLIC ENEMY: "FIGHT THE POWER"]

The government accepts that change must come, but I say to you again, we must find a way to share power. [HECKLING]

We must find a way to protect the rights of the minorities.

[REPORTER] Suddenly, the illusion of white power is beginning to crumble.

For the first time since apartheid began, the government here is beginning to talk about the need for reform, and among ordinary white people, feelings now range from bewilderment to anger to fear.

[MAN] De Klerk will not... You know this.

[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]

[MAN] That is not going to happen.

We are not sharing power with these whites.

As long as there are white people in South Africa, that is not going to happen. I mean, just how?

How do we accept power sharing with the whites?

What do we do? Do we fight? Do we start a war?

We have a war!

What, you think this is not a war?

We have a war, what we need now is victory.

Comrades, our people can never accept sharing power with the whites.

People will not accept this.

What de Klerk wants is ministers in the new government.

Why should de Klerk get what he wants? De Klerk is right.

We must let them share the power.

A little power for a little while until the fear has passed.

Madiba, I don't think our people will accept that.

Then we must make them accept.

We are their leaders. That is our job.

[CROWD CHANTING]

[WINNIE] These old men just want to talk.

The days of talking are over!

[CHEERING]

Go and get her.

[WINNIE] I hear the voice of the people.

And that voice says, "We will fight."

[CHEERING]

[CROWD CHANTING]

Mama, Madiba wants to see you inside.

[CROWD CHEERING]

All right.

What?

Are you ashamed to greet me in front of our people?

Winnie, when you speak in public, you must represent the policies of the ANC.

And what does that mean? We are negotiating.

We are not fighting a war. But the people have chosen to fight.

Do you want me to betray our people?

Do I betray our people? You have been away a long time.

What does that mean, I've been away?

Does that mean now you can terrorize people?

The burning, the necklacing, that has to stop, Winnie.

You realize there's a war out there. The people are angry.

We are all angry. I am angry!

You are angry, but you must show loyalty!

Loyalty, Winnie Mandela.

Loyalty.

[SIGHS]

I have decided that it would be better if I live in my own home.

Better for the party.

Better for us.

"Better for the party"? You have your own home in Diepkloof.

You have your own company there.

Am I to blame because I don't want to be alone?

You know, so much of my life, I have been alone.

We have both been alone too much, Winnie.


[MANDELA] Why, Walter? Tell me why, hmm?

Why, why do you show me this?

Do you think I don't know? This has gone too far.

If she was discrete about this... I have accepted the situation!

What business is it of anyone else?

She humiliates you in public, Madiba. And that hurts all of us.

Come now.

[MANDELA] What they have done to my wife is their only victory over me.

In view of the tensions that have arisen between my wife and myself in the recent months, we have mutually agreed that a separation would be best for each of us.

I shall personally never regret the life that we tried to share together.

I part from my wife with no recriminations.

I embrace her with all the love and affection I have nursed for her inside and outside of prison from the moment I first met her.

Ladies and gentlemen, I hope that you can appreciate the pain that I am going through.

- Thank you. [REPORTER] Mr. Mandela...

[CROWD MURMURING]

[PHONE RINGING]

[SIGHS] [RINGING CONTINUES]

[EXPLOSIONS] [YELLING]

[PHONE RINGING]

[REPORTER] Police opened fire on gun-carrying demonstrators...

Mr. Mandela? President de Klerk here.

The situation on the streets is out of control.

Is this the peaceful South Africa you say you want?

[GUNSHOTS] [SCREAMING]

[REPORTER] Black-on-black violence has reached proportions of near civil war.

[SHOUTING]

They began fighting as the power struggle developed in South Africa to replace white rule with black.

[REPORTER 2] Two hundred Zulus rampaged through Boipatong, cutting down anyone they saw.

[screaming]


[SOBBING] [DISTANT SINGING]


[SOBBING CONTINUES]


Madiba, do something.

[SPEAKS IN AFRICAN LANGUAGE]

Do something.

Do something, do something.

[REPORTER] President de Klerk blames the Boipatong massacre...

[REPORTER 2] ...attacks by the Inkatha Freedom Party supporters on an ANC rally near Johannesburg has left 13 people dead.

[REPORTER 3] It could set back the peace process in South Africa by months, if not years.

[REPORTER 4] ...violence has now put South Africa's constitution...

[REPORTER 5] ...de Klerk has attacked what he calls "the ultimatum politics" of the ANC.

[REPORTER 6] Increasing financial and diplomatic isolation...

- Please sit down. [REPORTER SPEAKING AFRIKAANS]

[REPORTER 7] ...today's move on Capitol Hill, the indications...

Mr. Mandela, you're going to be talking into that camera.

Yes, this one. A little bit more light please.

Yeah, lovely, you see?

[VARIOUS BROADCAST REPORTS OVERLAPPING]

[REPORTER 8] ...wondering whether it can survive the rage that divides that nation, black and white.

[REPORTER 9] ...but it does not derail talks toward ending white rule.

[REPORTER 10] South African president, FW de Klerk...

[REPORTER 11] Panic, chaos, confusion...

[REPORTER 12] ...white minority's worst nightmare.

[REPORT 11] ...crisis for this country...

[WOMAN] Five seconds, four, three, two...

Someone gave me this note... when I was leaving Boipatong... and I want to read it to you.

It says, "No peace.

Do not talk about peace.

We have had enough.

Please, Mr. Mandela, no peace.

Give us weapons, not peace."

Here is my answer.

[CLOCK TICKING]

There is only one way forward, and that is peace.

[SHOUTING]

I know that is not what you want to hear, but there is no other way.

I am your leader, and as long as I am your leader, I'm going to give you leadership.

As long as I am your leader, I am going to tell you always when you are wrong, and I tell you now, you are wrong.

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

I have given my life to the struggle.

I've been willing to die.

I have lost 27 years of my life in prison, but I tell you now, I have forgiven them.

[SHOUTING]

If I can forgive them...

then you can forgive them.

We cannot win a war, but we can win an election.

So, my people... stay home... be peaceful, and when election day comes... vote.

Cut there. Ja, we've cut.

[SPEAKING IN AFRIKAANS]

[SHUDDERS]

[MANDELA] After so much suffering, why would anyone believe that putting a mark on a piece of paper... is going to change the world?

[UP-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

[CHEERING]

[CHEERING]

[CHEERING]

[CHEERING]


[CROWD CHANTING, SINGING]

[CHILD SHOUTING IN DISTANCE]

[MANDELA] I still dream the old dream, back in the house in Orlando.

I can hear all the ones that I have loved most in the world.

[LAUGHTER ECHOING]

I want to reach them... to touch them...

- ...but they have gone. [BABY COOING]

[CHILD, ECHOING] Tata...

[SIGHS]

[MAN] Madiba, are you ready for this?

[CLICKING]

These are my jailers now. [LAUGHTER]

[WOMAN] This is a proud day, Mr. Mandela.

[MANDELA] Feels good.


[CHEERING, APPLAUSE]

[CHEERING, APPLAUSE FADES]

[MANDELA] I have walked a long walk to freedom.

It has been a lonely road...

- ...and it is not over yet. [CHILDREN CHATTERING]

I know that my country was not made to be a land of hatred.

No one is born hating another person because of the color of his skin.

People learn to hate.

They can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart.