he's leading mr. bansi and mr. 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?

ntshona do sizwe bansi is dead, a play which they themselves had written along with athol fugard, and at first presented in south africa. hey, come in. come in. come in. it's a dream. come in. mr. styles. welcome, brother. welcome at styles. oh, you've come to take a card. [imitates camera shutter] a snap. well, it's the same thing. have you got deposit? 40 cents. yes. oh, never mind. you don't have to pay me now. you can pay me later. you see, the trouble, if you don't have the deposit, the card doesn't come out. let me take your name and address down. i just keep record of people that visit me. what is your name, sir? name? now, look at least, my brother, you still have your name. - yes. - now what is your name? robert zwelinzima. - robert... - zwelinzima. zwelinzima. where do you stay? address? 50 mapija. - 50--50 mapija street. - mapija. are you staying with mr. 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, r