buntu? - eh? then let's report that man to his home, my friend. and how do i know where that bloody dead man stays? how do you expect me to go back to that corner, ask a dead man, "where did you stay before?" don't be bloody stupid. you say you don't know, my friend. how will i know? - mr. buntu. - what? you see this, my friend? that dead man's dom book is going to tell you, my friend. that dead man's dom book, like this dom book of my dogs, i'm telling you, my friend. you want to put me in real kak tonight, wena. i don't want to put you in shit. my friend, i'm not trying to put mr. buntu in shit. that dead man's dom book, like this dom book of my dogs, it knows its english. big words, "endorsement. report back. don't come back." sizwe bansi wants to come to port elizabeth, my friend. this dom book says, "no." sizwe bansi wants to come and work in port elizabeth. this dom book says, "no." sizwe bansi wants to bring his family to port elizabeth. this dom book says, "no." people, it was never

buntu? you want us to go there this time of the night, knock at those thousands of doors, wake up the whole bloody compound? does robert stay here? that is... we don't have to do that, my friend. i'm not trying to do that. listen, this is trouble. it's no trouble, mr. buntu. we've got nothing to do with this man. don't say that, mr. buntu. hey, i'm taking this book back. - buntu. - what? and you will do that with me, too, my friend. if -- stabbed at night and left me there, buntu, would you just pee me wet and leave me, buntu, your own friend, buntu? i wish i was dead, buntu. i wish i was dead because nobody cares a damn about me. what's happening in this world, my friend?

buntu astray. i know my way around this place, and i'm going to moor him if i find him-- you can't bullshit. come. let's get out. there's trouble there. only me in trouble, my friend. i said there's a dead man there. yeah? he's lying flat on the ground. i peed him wet. i thought he was a heap of rubbish. i look again, he's dead. listen, we must get out of here before the policeman come. - come, this... - okay. - this side, man. - mr. buntu. what? let's report that to the police station, my friend. police station? this time of the night? two drunk men, one with a wrong dom book. we both walk right inside the police station. "sergeant, there's a dead man." lock them up. they killed him. i know those bastards. - okay. - come. - okay, mr. buntu. - what now?

buntu? - yes. - oh, no. never mind. his card was there, but he took it last saturday. mr. buntu is a very kind man. always ready to help the people when they are in troubles. if that man was white, they would call him a liberal. robert, tell me, how many cards do you want to take? one. - just one? - one card. oh, robert, what a wonderful suit especially designed and tailored to fit you. - where did you buy it? - sales house. sales house, where the black people buy. six months to pay, pay as you wear, they never repossess. robert, tell me, how do you want to take your card? you can take your card sitting down. robert, you can take it standing. robert, you can take it anyhow. how do you want to take it? anyhow. sit down, robert. sit down. that's lovely. robert, you can put your hat on. put your hat on. relax, robert. feel at home. this is the only place that belongs to the people. lovely. now, robert, get ready. that's it. ready, robert. robert, are you ready? robert, tell me, what are you goi