How do you handle intimidating drivers

19-Jan-2020 06:36

" LINGA (DISGUSTED) Not even one day on the job and they're after you. It is the face of a man whose long, hard journey has marked his very soul.

Jason and Linga fall back, so that they are a few steps behind him. They turn, SEE HEADLIGHTS VEERING TO THEIR SIDE OF THE STREET. Jason and Linga take their hands off their guns, but they do not relax. GO IN ON THE TOP NEWSPAPER, which shows a PHOTO OF THE INAUGURATION, and the following words, in Afrikaans: HE CAN WIN AN ELECTION, BUT CAN HE RUN A COUNTRY? MANDELA It says, "He can win an election, but can he run a country? Mandela's PERSONAL SECRETARY, MARY marches out of her small office with a STACK OF CORRESPONDENCE AND FIVE NEWSPAPERS, places them neatly next to the table setting. But, sometimes, his face can be a remote, sphinx-like mask that conceals all emotion, all feeling. This is the face that looks back at Mandela, right now, in the mirror. Pienaar turns and addresses his son, FRANCOIS PIENAAR, 27, a big, blond, almost-handsome man with a fighter's face and mangled ears.

UNION BUILDING STAFF DINING ROOM - DAY What's left of the UNION BUILDING STAFF are packed into the DINING ROOM. They stand up straight, determined to receive the ax with pride. UNION BUILDING HALLWAYS - DAY Linga and Jason amp up when they see the room full of restless Afrikaners.

Through the glass doors, THEY SEE MANDELA APPROACHING DOWN THE HALLWAY, Linga and Jason with him. STAFF MEMBER#2 He wants the satisfaction of firing us himself. MANDELA I cannot talk to them if I'm hiding behind men with guns.

OVER, a COCK CROWS and -- CUT TO: -- a QUICK SERIES OF SHOTS, as the RAINBOW NATION WAKES UP. O.) Today marks the beginning of a new era in South Africa -- From the bush to the cities, from shanty towns to ocean-front mansions, PEOPLE START THEIR DAY. O.) -- as President Mandela takes office in Pretoria, facing issues that range from economic stagnation and unemployment to rising crime -- Some start the day with a tea tray placed next to their beds by discreet black hands, some with nothing more than brown river water and half a fire-blackened ear of corn for breakfast. PIENAAR PARENTS HOUSE - MORNING TV ANNOUNCER -- with white fears.

Two cultures, separated by more than the high boundary fence. They're going to take our jobs and drive us into the sea. These characters run the gamut from little old Afrikaner tea ladies in tears, to the stoic fossils of grand apartheid. Jason speeds up, opens them, pokes his head in, then opens the doors wide. Beyond that is the inner sanctum, MANDELA'S OWN OFFICE. JOHANNESBURG STREETS - NIGHT A SMALL DELIVERY VAN drives really fast, blows through stop signs. HOUGHTON STREETS - NIGHT Mandela strides along the big, wide, tree-lined streets. Up ahead, we see a SMALL, UPSCALE AREA OF SHOPS AND RESTAURANTS. SMALL, UPSCALE SHOPS - NIGHT Mandela, Jason and Linga reach the shopping area. CUT TO: ANOTHER ANGLE of the shops as the small van turns onto the street with a squeal of tires. CUT TO: Mandela, Jason and Linga pass a HUGE POSTER OF MANDELA in the window of CORNER GROCERY. MANDELA'S HOUSE - BEFORE DAWN The house is now bustling with activity. He opens a drawer that is empty but for a WOMAN'S BEADED BRACELET, broken and shedding tiny colored beads. PIENAAR (late 40's) enters holding some kind of PROTEIN SHAKE for Pienaar.

Two cultures, separated by more than the high boundary fence.

They're going to take our jobs and drive us into the sea.

These characters run the gamut from little old Afrikaner tea ladies in tears, to the stoic fossils of grand apartheid. Jason speeds up, opens them, pokes his head in, then opens the doors wide. Beyond that is the inner sanctum, MANDELA'S OWN OFFICE.

JOHANNESBURG STREETS - NIGHT A SMALL DELIVERY VAN drives really fast, blows through stop signs. HOUGHTON STREETS - NIGHT Mandela strides along the big, wide, tree-lined streets. Up ahead, we see a SMALL, UPSCALE AREA OF SHOPS AND RESTAURANTS. SMALL, UPSCALE SHOPS - NIGHT Mandela, Jason and Linga reach the shopping area. CUT TO: ANOTHER ANGLE of the shops as the small van turns onto the street with a squeal of tires. CUT TO: Mandela, Jason and Linga pass a HUGE POSTER OF MANDELA in the window of CORNER GROCERY. MANDELA'S HOUSE - BEFORE DAWN The house is now bustling with activity. He opens a drawer that is empty but for a WOMAN'S BEADED BRACELET, broken and shedding tiny colored beads.

PIENAAR (late 40's) enters holding some kind of PROTEIN SHAKE for Pienaar.

Magazine covers, newspaper centerfolds, T-shirts, children's art -- as if to make up for all the time Mandela's image and words were banned.) -- until they HEAR THE SOUND OF THE VAN tearing towards them. Linga steps in front of Mandela, shielding him, Jason steps out wide, ready for anything. Mandela heads for the newspapers -- he wants to see the headlines. A LADY CHEF stirs the porridge, a KITCHEN ASSISTANT cuts fresh fruit. Inside, he has surrounded himself with women of all shapes, colors and ages, to make up for twenty seven years without. Mostly, Mandela's face is warm, animated, energetic and this is how we see him, almost all the time.