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                                      INVICTUS 
                              (aka "The Human Factor")

                         
           
              
                                     Written by
                         
                                  Anthony Peckham                        
                         
                         
                         
                         Based on material by JOHN CARLIN
                         
                         
                         
                         
                                                              Second Draft
                                                                   5/22/07



          "Sport has the power to change the world. It has the power to
          inspire, the power to unite people that little else has ... It is
          more powerful than governments in breaking down racial barriers."
                                                             NELSON MANDELA


                         
                         
          EXT. ALL-WHITE HIGH SCHOOL, WESTERN CAPE - DAY
                         
          A big, rich, powerhouse all-white high school located near
          the freeway into Cape Town. The RUGBY FIELDS are immaculate.
          FIFTEEN YEAR OLD BOYS in striped rugby jerseys train with
          total intensity under the critical eye of the COACH.
                         
          Right ACROSS THE BOUNDARY FENCE from the rugby fields is an
          area of WASTE LAND leading up to the freeway. There, BLACK
          AND "COLORED" (MIXED-RACE) BOYS of the same age play a loose
          game of soccer with a tennis ball. Most of them have bare
          feet and threadbare, dirty clothes, most of them are
          noticeably smaller and skinnier than the white boys.
                         
          Two cultures, separated by more than the high boundary fence.
                         
          SUPER TITLE: SOUTH AFRICA, FEBRUARY 11, 1990
          A COMMOTION ON THE FREEWAY intrudes on the soccer game.
          Horns honking, cars pull over onto the shoulder, people jump
          out.
                         
                         
          EXT. FREEWAY - DAY
                         
          Lead by police motorbikes, then patrol cars, a white Mercedes
          approaches, heading towards Cape Town. Whoever is in the
          Mercedes has stopped traffic.
                         
                         
          EXT. ALL-WHITE HIGH SCHOOL, WESTERN CAPE - DAY
                         
          The soccer players abandon their game and run for the
          freeway, whistling and shouting.
                         
          The rugby players are more disciplined -- or obedient -- and
          do not acknowledge the commotion until the convoy passes
          right by them. The coach shakes his head in disgust.
                         
           HIGH SCHOOL BOY
           Who is it, sir?
                         
                          COACH
           It's that terrorist, Mandela. They
           let him out.
                          (BEAT)
           Remember this day, boys. It's the
           day our country went to the dogs.
                         
                          CUT TO:
           2.
                         
                         
                         
          A short, STOCK-FOOTAGE MONTAGE which spans the tumultuous
          four years between NELSON MANDELA'S release from prison and
          his inauguration as President of South Africa.
                         
          Footage would include:
                         
          - Mandela's release from prison
          - negotiations with the apartheid regime
          - scenes of white fear and emigration
          - the horrifying sectarian violence leading up to the
                         ELECTIONS
          - the khaki-clad AWB (Afrikaner right wing) attack on the
          World Trade Center (where negotiations were taking place)
          - the lifting of economic sanctions and cultural boycotts
          - the lifting of the international ban on the Springbok rugby
          team and immediate Test match losses to New Zealand and
          Australia.
          - popular black leader Chris Hani's assassination by white
                         RIGHT WINGERS
          - black retaliation
          - Mandela's frantic intervention to keep the country from
          going up in flames
          - the election itself, with those incredible images of
          thousands and thousands of people, black and white, lining up
          patiently, some to vote for the first time in their lives
          - the African National Congress victory
          - Mandela's inauguration as President, where he delivers the
                         FAMOUS WORDS:
                         
           "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."
                         
          As APPLAUSE FADES ...
                         
           GO TO BLACK:
                         
                         
          INT. MANDELA'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
                         
          Dark. We can make out the FORM OF A TALL MAN SLEEPING ALONE
          at the very edge of the big bed, as if not wanting to rumple
          the blankets too much.
                         
          On the bedside table, the clock clicks from 4:59 to 5:00.
          The man's eyes open in the dark, instantly awake. He reaches
          out, switches on the light.
                         
          NELSON ROLIHLAHLA MANDELA, 76, sits up and gets out of bed in
          one movement. He has the physical vigor and energy of
          someone twenty years younger.
           3.
                         
                         
                         
          The second he is up, he turns around and makes his bed,
          leaving it as flawlessly smooth as a hospital bed. Or a
          prison bunk.
                         
          For this is the discipline of twenty seven years behind bars.
                         
                         
          INT. MANDELA'S HOUSE - NIGHT
                         
          Dressed in a tracksuit and cross-trainers, Mandela comes down
          the stairs and heads for the front door.
                         
          This is a nice, big house but it is amazingly modest for the
          President of a wealthy nation, and arguably the most famous
          man on the planet.
                         
                         
          EXT. MANDELA'S HOUSE - NIGHT
                         
          Mandela steps outside, closes his front door quietly, takes a
          moment to savor the air. It is bone dry and cold -- typical
          conditions in the Highveld at this time of year.
                         
          It is so quiet that, for a moment, it seems as if Mandela is
          completely alone in the world.
                         
          The big yard is fenced. There is a small GUARD HOUSE at the
          driveway gate.
                         
          When Mandela steps away from the house, A UNIFORMED SOUTH
          AFRICAN POLICEMAN IN THE GUARDHOUSE pushes the button that
          opens the gate.
                         
                         
          EXT. STREET OUTSIDE MANDELA'S HOUSE - NIGHT
                         
          When the gate begins to open we see that there are TWO GREY
          BMWs parked either side of it.
                         
                         
          INT. GREY BMW - NIGHT
                         
          LINGA MOONSAMY comes to full alert as the gate opens. He is
          a big, scowling man dressed in a suit. He checks the load on
          a pistol, tucks it into his shoulder holster.
                         
                          LINGA
           Here he comes. Like clockwork.
                         
                          JASON
           It makes him such an easy target.
           4.
                         
                         
                         
          Behind Linga, in the back seat, sits JASON TSHABALALA, a
          naturally tense and suspicious man. Both of them are hollow-
          eyed, exhausted, running on adrenaline.
                         
          They get out of the BMW, fast and quiet. This does not look
          good.
                         
                         
          EXT. STREET OUTSIDE MANDELA'S HOUSE - NIGHT
                         
          As Mandela walks out through the gate, Jason and Linga
          intercept him.
                         
                          JASON
           (traditional greeting in
                          XHOSA)
           I see you, father.
                         
          Mandela's face comes alive as he smiles.
                         
                          MANDELA
           (without breaking stride)
           Morning boys. How are you?
                         
          Jason is Mandela's head of personal security, Linga his
          number one bodyguard. They are both former "terrorists", and
          they are utterly devoted to Mandela.
                         
                          JASON
           We're sharp, Madiba.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Good ... good. And how's your
           mother doing, Linga?
                         
                          LINGA
           She's much better, thank you.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Good.
                         
          Mandela picks up the pace. Jason and Linga fall back, so
          that they are a few steps behind him.
                         
          They share a quick look. They hate this walk. It scares
          them. There's no way for it to be anything but completely
          unsanitary, from a security point of view.
                         
                          CUT TO:
           5.
                         
                         
                         
                         
          EXT. JOHANNESBURG STREETS - NIGHT
                         
          A SMALL DELIVERY VAN drives really fast, blows through stop
          signs.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          EXT. HOUGHTON STREETS - NIGHT
                         
          Mandela strides along the big, wide, tree-lined streets.
          Jason and Linga shadow him, eyes and ears alert.
                         
          Up ahead, we see a SMALL, UPSCALE AREA OF SHOPS AND
          RESTAURANTS.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          EXT. SMALL, UPSCALE SHOPS - NIGHT
                         
          Mandela, Jason and Linga reach the shopping area. Dark,
          deserted.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
          ANOTHER ANGLE of the shops as the small van turns onto the
          street with a squeal of tires.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
          The SLIDING DOOR on the van IS OPENED from inside. Too dark
          to see in. Ominous.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
          Mandela, Jason and Linga pass a HUGE POSTER OF MANDELA in the
          window of CORNER GROCERY. Mandela does not react to this
          giant picture of himself, Jason and Linga do, proudly --
                         
          (A GENERAL NOTE: starting with the window of this grocery,
          there are pictures of Mandela everywhere. 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.
          They turn, SEE HEADLIGHTS VEERING TO THEIR SIDE OF THE
          STREET.
           6.
                         
                         
                         
          BOTH MEN DROP THEIR HANDS TO THEIR GUNS. Linga steps in
          front of Mandela, shielding him, Jason steps out wide, ready
          for anything.
                         
          Mandela is completely calm. The van screeches to a halt just
          past them.
                         
          A GUY jumps out of the van holding a tied BUNDLE OF
          NEWSPAPERS, which he drops with a thump at the grocery door.
          The guy doesn't see them. The delivery van is gone before
          the newspapers stop moving.
                         
          Mandela heads for the newspapers -- he wants to see the
          headlines.
                         
          Jason and Linga take their hands off their guns, but they do
          not relax. These are dangerous times.
                         
          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?
                         
                          JASON
           What does it say?
                         
                          MANDELA
           It says, "He can win an election,
           but can he run a country?"
                         
                          LINGA
                          (DISGUSTED)
           Not even one day on the job and
           they're after you.
                         
                          MANDELA
           It's a legitimate question.
                         
          Mandela turns and marches for home. Jason and Linga fall in
          behind him. In the east, the first milky hint of day.
                         
                         
          INT. MANDELA'S HOUSE - BEFORE DAWN
                         
          The house is now bustling with activity. A pretty member of
          the KITCHEN STAFF sets a single place at the head of a big,
          formal dining table.
                         
          A LADY CHEF stirs the porridge, a KITCHEN ASSISTANT cuts
          fresh fruit.
                         
          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.
           7.
                         
                         
                         
          Outside, Mandela is surrounded by men. Inside, he has
          surrounded himself with women of all shapes, colors and ages,
          to make up for twenty seven years without.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
          MANDELA SHAVES UPSTAIRS IN THE BATHROOM. The razor is dull.
                         
          Mandela opens drawers looking for another. He opens a drawer
          that is empty but for a WOMAN'S BEADED BRACELET, broken and
          shedding tiny colored beads.
                         
          Mandela looks for it for a moment, then closes the drawer,
          looks at himself in the mirror. Mostly, Mandela's face is
          warm, animated, energetic and this is how we see him, almost
          all the time.
                         
          But, sometimes, his face can be a remote, sphinx-like mask
          that conceals all emotion, all feeling. This is his prison
          face.
                         
          This is the face that looks back at Mandela, right now, in
          the mirror. It is the face of a man whose long, hard journey
          has marked his very soul.
                         
          Expressionless, Mandela shaves himself with the dull razor.
                         
          OVER, a COCK CROWS and --
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
          -- a QUICK SERIES OF SHOTS, as the RAINBOW NATION WAKES UP.
                         
           TV ANNOUNCER (V.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.
                         
           TV ANNOUNCER (V.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.
           8.
                         
                         
                         
           TV ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
           -- while at the same time balancing
           black aspirations --
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. PIENAAR PARENTS HOUSE - MORNING
                         
                          TV ANNOUNCER
           -- with white fears.
                         
          Click! The TV is turned off by MR. PIENAAR (late 40's) in
          his very modest, blue-collar house.
                         
           MR. PIENAAR
                          (GLOOMY)
           I never thought I'd see the day.
                         
          Mr. Pienaar turns and addresses his son, FRANCOIS PIENAAR,
          27, a big, blond, almost-handsome man with a fighter's face
          and mangled ears. Brutal toughness and honor in his
          features. A powerful physical presence, possibly dangerous.
          Francois drips with sweat, wears running clothes. Whatever
          he does, he is strong, fit and driven.
                         
           MR. PIENAAR
           I feel sorry for you, son. You've
           got your whole life ahead of you.
           What's it going to be like now?
                         
          MRS. PIENAAR (late 40's) enters holding some kind of PROTEIN
          SHAKE for Pienaar.
                         
           MRS. PIENAAR
           Don't be so gloomy.
           (handing over shake)
           I added vitamins -- there's a
           horrible flu bug going around.
           Tell Nerine when you get home.
                         
                          PIENAAR
           Thanks, ma.
                         
           MR. PIENAAR
           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.
                         
                          CUT TO:
           9.
                         
                         
                         
                         
          EXT. UNION BUILDINGS, PRETORIA - DAY
                         
          Magnificent, sweeping government buildings made of carved
          African field stone, with an Italian tiled roof, situated on
          a hill overlooking Pretoria. The seat of power.
                         
          Today, the entrance is mobbed with a huge, joyous, multi-
          racial throng, plus news crews from all over the world. Lots
          of new South African flags evident.
                         
          We move through the throng and swoop up into the air, so that
          we can soar along the outside of the building and LOOK
          THROUGH THE WINDOWS into the offices of state --
                         
          -- where people who worked for the De Klerk regime are
          packing up, in anticipation of being booted out by the
          Mandela regime. These characters run the gamut from little
          old Afrikaner tea ladies in tears, to the stoic fossils of
          grand apartheid. They are all white. A good third of the
          offices are already deserted.
                         
          The deserted offices have open doors. Through a window,
          through an open door, we see Mandela and his bodyguards
          striding down a Union Building hallway.
                         
          We swoop in through the window --
                         
                         
          INT. UNION BUILDING HALLWAYS - DAY
                         
          -- and catch up with the new President. Mandela is regal in
          a magnificent tailored suit. Jason in front, Linga behind.
                         
          PORTRAITS of the architects and champions of apartheid look
          down sternly on them as they pass.
                         
          They pass a WORKER hanging a PORTRAIT OF MANDELA next to one
          of De Klerk, the previous President.
                         
          ON LINGA, as he smiles at that.
                         
          Mandela, on the other hand, looks into the empty offices, and
          into the offices being packed up.
                         
          Up ahead, the double doors to the OFFICE OF THE PRESIDENT,
          are closed. Jason speeds up, opens them, pokes his head in,
          then opens the doors wide.
                         
                          JASON
           (with great pride)
           After you, Mr. President.
           10.
                         
                         
                         
                         
          INT. MANDELA'S OFFICES - DAY
                         
          Mandela's offices are fronted by a LARGE RECEPTION AREA,
          already filled with PEOPLE WAITING TO SEE HIM.
                         
          To one side are his CHIEF OF STAFF'S SUITE of offices, to the
          other side, the SMALL PRESIDENTIAL SECURITY OFFICE.
                         
          Beyond these are MANDELA'S SECRETARIES, TYPISTS AND
          ASSISTANTS -- his gatekeepers.
                         
          Beyond that is the inner sanctum, MANDELA'S OWN OFFICE.
                         
          The phones are ringing off the hook. Fax machines are
          chattering. Everyone wants a piece of Mandela.
                         
          Mandela enters, Jason and Linga behind him.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Good morning everybody.
                         
                          ALL
                          (GREETINGS)
                         
          BARBARA MASEKELA, Mandela's CHIEF OF STAFF (and now
          Ambassador to the U.S.), emerges from her office, carrying an
          arm load of files, folders and papers --
                         
                          MANDELA
           Barbara, good morning. You've had
           your hair done. I like it.
                         
          -- accompanies Mandela back towards his office.
                         
                          BARBARA
           Thank you, Madiba. We need to talk
           about your cabinet appointments and
           ministers.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Give me one moment, please.
                         
          Barbara waits outside Mandela's office, as he enters ahead of
          her.
                         
                         
          INT. MANDELA'S OFFICE - DAY
                         
          Mandela stands in the middle of his office, takes a moment to
          savor where he is.
           11.
                         
                         
                         
          Then, he takes off his jacket, hangs it up and is ready for
          work.
                         
                          MANDELA
                          BARBARA --
                         
          Barbara enters.
                         
                          MANDELA
           -- please assemble the staff for
           me. Whoever has not already left.
                         
                          BARBARA
           Right now? All of them?
                         
                          MANDELA
           Yes, please.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. UNION BUILDING STAFF DINING ROOM - DAY
                         
          What's left of the UNION BUILDING STAFF are packed into the
          DINING ROOM. White faces, bitter and resentful. Waiting to
          be fired.
                         
          Through the glass doors, THEY SEE MANDELA APPROACHING DOWN
          THE HALLWAY, Linga and Jason with him.
                         
                          STAFF MEMBER#1
           Here he comes.
                         
                          STAFF MEMBER#2
           He wants the satisfaction of firing
           us himself.
                         
          They stand up straight, determined to receive the ax with
          pride.
                         
                         
          INT. UNION BUILDING HALLWAYS - DAY
                         
          Linga and Jason amp up when they see the room full of
          restless Afrikaners. At the STAFF DINING ROOM DOOR, Mandela
          turns to them.
                         
                          MANDELA
           I'd like you to stay out here,
           please.
                         
                          JASON
           But, Madiba ...
           12.
                         
                         
                         
                          MANDELA
           I cannot talk to them if I'm hiding
           behind men with guns.
                         
          Mandela opens the doors and enters. Jason and Linga stay
          outside ... just.
                         
                         
          INT. UNION BUILDING DINING ROOM - DAY
                         
          Mandela enters, smiles -- gets not one smile in return.
                         
                          MANDELA
                          (IN AFRIKAANS)
           Gooie more almal.
                         
                          STAFF MEMBER
                          (ASIDE)
           Does he think greeting us in
           Afrikaans makes this any sweeter?
                         
                          MANDELA
           Some of you may know who I am.
                         
          This gets a few bitter chuckles. Mandela is at this best
          just talking to people, like this. Only, he doesn't just
          talk to them, he wades in amongst them, shaking hands and
          making individual contact as he speaks to all of them.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Good morning ... how are you ...
           thank you for coming at such short
           notice ... etc.
                         
           QUICK CUT TO:
                         
          Mandela is a continual security nightmare. You can see the
          tension on Jason and Linga's faces as he disappears into the
          throng.
                         
                          BACK TO:
                         
          When Mandela reaches the middle of the room, he stops shaking
          hands, and turns slowly as he talks to everybody.
                         
                          MANDELA
           I couldn't help noticing the empty
           offices as I came to work today.
           And all the packing boxes.
                         
          One black man, surrounded by a throng of serious white faces.
           13.
                         
                         
                         
                          MANDELA
           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.
                         
          He can be tough and blunt, when necessary.
                         
                          MANDELA
           But if you are packing up because
           you fear that your language, or the
           color of your skin, or who you
           served previously, disqualifies you
           from working here now, I am here to
           tell you, have no such fear.
                          (BEAT)
           Wat is verby is verby. What's past
           is past. We look to the future,
           now.
                         
          This is not what they expected to hear.
                         
                          MANDELA
           We need your help. We want your
           help. If you would like to stay,
           you will be doing your country a
           great service.
                         
          Mandela pauses, to look at the faces. They are receptive.
                         
                          MANDELA
           I ask only that you do your jobs to
           the best of your abilities, and
           with good hearts. I promise to do
           the same.
                          (BEAT)
           If we can manage that, our country
           will be a shining light in the
           world.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
          Jason and Linga are right outside the glass doors, looking in
          and listening. Jason shakes his head.
                         
                          JASON
           He wants to win them over, one damn
           boer at a time.
                         
                          CUT TO:
           14.
                         
                         
                         
                         
          INT. MANDELA'S OFFICES - DAY
                         
          Mandela heads back through to his office, Barbara, Mary and
          other assistants forming a phalanx around him. Linga peels
          off, goes into the security office.
                         
          Jason stands at the desk of one of the assistants (JESSIE),
          waits for her to finish a call, then:
                         
                          JASON
           Molo, sister.
                         
                          JESSIE
                          (FRAZZLED)
           It's still morning?
                         
          Jason grins.
                         
                          JASON
           When you get a chance, can we see
           the schedule for the month? We
           need to plan security.
                         
          Jessie's phone rings.
                         
                          JESSIE
                          (ANSWERING PHONE)
           Office of the President, good
           morning.
                         
          Jessie waves Jason off. He crosses to the security office,
          enters.
                         
                         
          INT. SECURITY OFFICE - DAY
                         
          Once he closes the door behind him, Jason shows his fatigue.
          Linga is feet-up on the sofa, sucking on a cup of coffee.
          Three more bodyguards -- SAM, KWEZI and WINSTON -- slump in
          chairs.
                         
          Jason grabs coffee, sits at his desk, puts his feet up with a
          groan.
                         
                          JASON
           We need more men.
                         
                          LINGA
           Did you talk to Barbara about it?
                         
                          JASON
           Yesterday.
           15.
                         
                         
                         
          A knock at the door.
                         
                          JASON
           That's Jessie, with the schedule.
                          (LOUDLY)
           Come in, beautiful.
                         
          The door opens -- but what enters is not beautiful.
                         
          FOUR BIG WHITE COPS in suits enter, Special Branch written
          all over them. ETIENNE VAN ECK, HENDRICK BOOYENS, GEORGE and
          WILLEM.
                         
          The bodyguards stand up like junk yard dogs protecting their
          territory.
                         
                          JASON
           What is this?
                         
                          ETIENNE
           Mr. Jason Tshabalala?
                         
                          JASON
           That's me. Am I under arrest?
                         
          Etienne snaps out a crisp salute.
                         
                          ETIENNE
           Captain Van Eck and team reporting
           for duty, sir.
                         
          Hendrick, George and Willem snap out salutes. Their military
          deportment contrasts strongly with the less rigid body
          language of the black bodyguards.
                         
                          JASON
           What duty?
                         
                          ETIENNE
           We're the Presidential bodyguard.
           We've been assigned to this office.
           (holding out a sheet of
                          PAPER)
           Here are our orders.
                         
          Jason takes the orders, studies them, face increasingly
          angry.
                         
                          LINGA
                          (TO HENDRICK)
           You're Special Branch, right?
           16.
                         
                         
                         
          Hendrick nods, sternly. Linga, Sam, Kwezi and Winston react
          to that -- there is a long and brutal history between them
          and the Special Branch.
                         
                          ETIENNE
           You'll see that they've been
           signed.
                         
                          JASON
           I don't care if they're signed or --
                         
          Jason does a double-take when he sees the signature on the
          orders: NELSON R. MANDELA.
                         
                          JASON
           Wait here.
                         
          Jason storms out, holding the orders. The four black
          bodyguards seethe with hostility. The four white bodyguards
          stare straight ahead, refusing to give ground.
                         
                         
          INT. MANDELA'S OFFICE - DAY
                         
          Mandela and Barbara look over a position paper on something
          or other. When Jason knocks and enters, they pause.
                         
                          JASON
           Sorry to disturb you.
                         
                          MANDELA
           You look agitated, Jason.
                         
                          JASON
           That's because I've got four
           Special Branch cops in my office.
                         
                          MANDELA
           What have you done?
                         
                          JASON
           Me? Nothing. They say they're the
           Presidential bodyguard. They have
           orders.
                          (BEAT)
           Signed by you.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Yes. They've had special training,
           those boys -- with the SAS. And
           lots of experience. They protected
           De Klerk.
           17.
                         
                         
                         
                          JASON
           Yes, but --
                         
                          MANDELA
           You asked for more men, didn't you?
                         
                          JASON
           Yes, but --
                         
                          MANDELA
           In public, when people see me, they
           see my bodyguards, too. You
           represent me, directly. The
           rainbow nation starts here.
                          (BEAT)
           Reconciliation starts here.
                         
                          JASON
           Reconciliation? Madiba, not long
           ago they tried to kill us! Maybe
           even these four guys. They tried
           and, often, they succeeded!
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. SECURITY OFFICE
                         
          Linga, Sam, Winston and Kwezi stare down Etienne, Hendrick,
          George and Willem.
                         
                          BACK TO:
                         
                         
          INT. MANDELA'S OFFICE - DAY
                         
          Mandela stares at Jason in an entirely different way -- with
          wisdom, compassion and sympathy.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Yes, I know.
                          (VERY GENTLY)
           Forgiveness starts here, too.
                         
          Mandela lets that sink in for a moment. He knows he asks for
          something very difficult, but he demands it of himself to an
          even greater degree.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Forgiveness liberates the soul. It
           removes fear. That is why it is
           such a powerful weapon, Jason.
                          (MORE)
           18.
                         
                          MANDELA (CONT'D)
                          (BEAT)
           Please try it.
                         
          Jason exhales. He isn't remotely ready to forgive.
                         
                          JASON
           Yes, Madiba. Sorry to disturb you.
                         
          Jason turns, leaves. Barbara shakes her head at Mandela.
                         
                          BARBARA
           You ask a lot.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Only what is necessary.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          EXT. MANDELA'S OFFICES - DAY
                         
          As Jason -- very upset -- walks back to security, Jessie
          holds out a file for him.
                         
                          JESSIE
           Two copies of the schedule.
                         
          Jason snatches the file, keeps walking.
                         
                          JESSIE
           Thank you, Jessie!
                         
          When he reaches the security office door, Jason walks right
          past, keeps going, has to make a full loop of the reception
          area, just to get himself together.
                         
          Even so, when he gets back to the security office door, Jason
          pauses, gathers himself to do something that he knows he's
          going to hate.
                         
                         
          INT. SECURITY OFFICE - DAY
                         
          Things haven't eased up one little bit inside the office.
          The silence is deafening. Jason enters, looks them all over.
          His face is grim.
                         
                          LINGA
           Can we get rid of these guys, now?
                         
          Jason flashes a look at Linga, then -- and this hurts him,
          visibly -- he holds out one of MANDELA'S SCHEDULES to
          Etienne.
           19.
                         
                         
                         
                          JASON
           This is his schedule for the next
           month. Let's look it over for duty
           assignments.
                         
                          ETIENNE
           Right.
                         
                          LINGA
           What?
                         
          Linga and the others are shocked.
                         
                          LINGA
           Jason, I have to talk to you.
           Outside.
                         
          Linga virtually pulls Jason out of the office.
                         
                         
          INT. MANDELA'S OFFICES - DAY
                         
          Just outside the Security Office door, so they keep their
          voices low.
                         
                          LINGA
           How can we trust them?
                          JASON
           We can't.
           (heading back in)
           This is what Madiba wants, okay.
                         
          Not okay for Linga, judging by the expression on his face.
                         
                         
          INT. SECURITY OFFICE - DAY
                         
          When Jason and Linga enter, Etienne looks up from Mandela's
          schedule.
                         
                          ETIENNE
           Are there any special orders or
           conditions?
                         
                          JASON
           No. Yes. Madiba gets upset if you
           don't smile when you push people
           out of the way.
                         
                          HENDRICK
           Seriously?
           20.
                         
                         
                         
                          LINGA
           Yes, seriously. It's the new South
           Africa.
                         
                          ETIENNE
           Madiba?
                         
                          JASON
           The President's clan name. It's
           what we call him.
                         
          The new bodyguards share a look. They're not comfortable
          with "Madiba".
                         
                          ETIENNE
           We'll call him Mr. President.
                         
          Jason lifts the schedule.
                         
                          JASON
           Let's get through this.
                         
          Still upset and hostile, the black bodyguards look over
          Jason's shoulder, the white bodyguards look over Etienne's,
          at the month's schedule.
                         
          Apartheid is by no means dead in this cramped little office.
                         
          Both teams study and discuss the schedule -- (shop talk tbd
          USE THIS TO GIVE US A QUICK GLIMPSE OF A DAY/WEEK/MONTH IN
          THE LIFE OF M.)
                         
          Etienne shakes his head.
                         
                          ETIENNE
           How's he going to do all this?
           When does he take a break?
                         
                          LINGA
           He says he rested enough in prison.
                         
          Jason recoils at something he sees on the last page of the
          schedule.
                         
                          JASON
           Here's a headache.
                         
                          LINGA
           What?
           21.
                         
                         
                         
                          JASON
           A rugby match at Loftus Versfeld.
           British Lions against the
           Springboks.
                         
                          HENDRICK
           It's going to be a headache for the
           Lions, that's for sure. We're
           going to donder them.
                         
                          JASON
           I don't care about the game. I
           care that the President'll be so
           exposed.
                         
                          LINGA
           To thousands of drunken --
                         
                          ETIENNE
                          (INNOCENTLY)
           -- sports fans?
                         
                          JASON
           Yes. Sports fans.
                         
                          LINGA
           Who didn't vote for him. Who
           probably hate him. Who came out of
           the womb with guns in their hands.
                         
          OVER, THE UNMISTAKABLE SOUND OF PRE-GAME NOISE AT A MAJOR
          SPORTING EVENT.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          EXT. LOFTUS VERSFELD STADIUM - DAY
                         
          A huge, raucous crowd, almost entirely white and male. Many
          wearing the Springbok green and gold. Widespread evidence of
          drinking.
                         
          Lots of OLD SOUTH AFRICAN FLAGS -- the blue, white and orange
          apartheid flag -- make a defiant statement against the NEW
          SOUTH AFRICAN FLAGS ringing the stadium.
                         
          On the field, THE RUGBY TEAMS ASSEMBLE and face each other in
          two lines. The BRITISH LIONS in their white on white with
          black and red trim, the SPRINGBOKS in their green and gold.
                         
          Like their supporters, the Springboks are all white, but for
          one man, who is "colored" (mixed race).
           22.
                         
                         
          Big, tough, brutal-looking men. Scary. (We may or may not
          notice Francois Pienaar, standing at the head of the line of
          Springboks.)
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. LOFTUS VERSFELD STADIUM - TUNNEL ONTO FIELD - DAY
                         
          At the entrance of the tunnel onto the field, LOTS OF COPS in
          blue South African Police uniforms.
                         
          Behind the line of cops, in the tunnel, we find JASON AND ALL
          THE OTHER BODYGUARDS but for Linga. They are keyed-up,
          intense -- none more so than Jason.
                         
                          JASON
           (shouting against the
                          NOISE)
           I want your eyes on the crowd at
           all times. We're staying in the
           middle of the field. He's going to
           walk out, shake hands, walk back.
           Nothing else. Got it?
                         
          They nod. They are like the players at game time, only the
          stakes are much higher. Jason looks deeper into the tunnel,
          straightens up.
                         
                          JASON
           Here we go.
                         
          Mandela strides down the tunnel towards them, wearing a dark
          suit. Big crowds energize him. His eyes are alive with
          excitement.
                         
          One pace behind him, like a huge, dark shadow, comes Linga.
                         
          Mandela gives Jason a look, Jason nods.
                         
          We follow Mandela and the bodyguards out of the tunnel --
                         
                         
          EXT. LOFTUS VERSFELD STADIUM - DAY
                         
          -- onto the field, towards the waiting teams.
                         
          The crowd rise to their feet. Lots of them jeer Mandela,
          lots cheer. All the old South African flags are waved at him
          defiantly -- plus some new ones.
                         
          Mandela waves to them all, smiling proudly. To him, a crowd
          is an opportunity to make new friends. But he stays in the
          center of the field.
           23.
                         
                         
                         
          Jason and crew are hyper-alert, a human fence around Mandela.
                         
          Mandela reaches the rugby players.
                         
          Waiting for him at the head of the Springbok line, wearing
          the NUMBER 6 JERSEY and captain's armband, is FRANCOIS
          PIENAAR. Now we know what he does.
                         
          Mandela extends his hand.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Good luck, captain.
                         
                          PIENAAR
                          (SHAKING HANDS)
           Thank you, sir.
                         
          Mandela shakes hands down the line of Springboks, then
          returns, shaking hands with the British Lions. Quick,
          perfunctory handshakes.
                         
          As Mandela does this, we take BODYGUARD POV SNAPSHOTS of the
          crowd, increasingly keyed-up and restless. Time to play
          rugby.
                         
          Mandela finishes, waves to the crowd, and begins the walk
          along the center of the field, back to the tunnel.
                         
          Crowd noise increases. They know the opening whistle is
          about to blow.
                         
          Then, Mandela sees something in the crowd, at field level.
                         
          MANDELA'S POV: A GROUP OF ROUGH-LOOKING WHITE MEN WAVE THE
          NEW SOUTH AFRICAN FLAG AT HIM.
                         
          WITHOUT WARNING, MANDELA CHANGES DIRECTION, heads towards
          this group, towards a wall of his former -- and perhaps
          current -- enemies.
                         
          ON JASON: shit!
                         
                          JASON
                          (INTO RADIO)
           Stay with him.
                         
                          ETIENNE
           Stop him.
                         
                          JASON
           Stay with him.
           24.
                         
                         
                         
          With his bodyguards scrambling to stay in position, Mandela
          reaches the stands, hand outstretched, leans into the crowd.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Thank you for honoring our new
           flag!
                         
          Some shake his hand, some -- very pointedly -- do not.
                         
          The crowd noise takes on an ugly undertone -- Mandela is
          delaying the rugby.
                         
          Mandela is undeterred. He's into this one-on-one outreach.
          He turns, looks for more hands to shake --
                         
          -- and Jason steps in between Mandela and the crowd.
                         
                          JASON
           We're delaying the rugby, Madiba.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Oh, yes, of course.
                         
          Mandela gives one last wave, turns away.
                         
          As he does, SOMEONE WINDS UP AND THROWS SOMETHING from the
          stands.
                         
          Jason and Etienne catch the movement, whirl, too late.
                         
          AN ORANGE WHIZZES PAST MANDELA'S HEAD, explodes juicily on
          the field.
                         
          Mandela didn't see it, doesn't react. If anything, his smile
          widens as he heads across the field. The bodyguards close
          around him protectively, get him back to the tunnel.
                         
                         
          INT. LOFTUS VERSFELD STADIUM - TUNNEL ONTO FIELD - DAY
                         
          Jason signals for extra bodyguards to escort Mandela all the
          way up to his box. Hendrick, the biggest, leads the way.
                         
          Jason stays in the tunnel, along with Etienne. Both men are
          in a muck sweat, adrenaline coursing through them.
                         
                          ETIENNE
           Why didn't you stop him?
                         
                          JASON
           Next time, you try.
           25.
                         
                         
                         
                          ETIENNE
           Does he do that sort of thing all
           the time?
                         
                          JASON
           Ask my ulcer.
                          (BEAT)
           Good thing that was just an orange.
                         
                          ETIENNE
           And good thing he never saw it.
                         
                          JASON
           Oh, he saw it. He sees everything.
           (rubbing his ulcer)
           I hate rugby.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          EXT. LOFTUS VERSFELD STADIUM - DAY
                         
          Two international front rows come together with bone-
          crunching force.
                         
          Huge, violent men grunt like bulls. The crowd roar vibrates
          the stadium. The scrum -- a phalanx of eight men locked
          together against eight -- wheels, buckles, then steadies
          under the watchful eye of the referee.
                         
          Fanning out behind each scrum are the backs -- faster, more
          glamorous players who will run with the ball, or kick it.
                         
          The Lions scrumhalf thrusts the ball into the maw of the
          scrum, the huge men lock up against each other with maximum
          force.
                         
          The ball comes out the back of the Lions' scrum, the
          scrumhalf dive-passes it away to the backs, who flick it out
          laterally to the wing, with lightning speed.
                         
          The wing lofts a delicate kick just over the onrushing
          Springbok defenders. The Lions charge the ball, which
          bounces erratically --
                         
          -- right into the hands of the man who kicked it. One last
          burst of speed, one quick juke to avoid a desperation tackle,
          and the wing scores in the corner.
                         
          As the Lions kicker gets ready to convert the try, we find
          the Springboks huddling under their goal posts, hands on
          their hips, stunned.
           26.
                         
                         
                         
          At the center of the huddle Pienaar bleeds behind his gum
          guard as, furiously, he tries to inject some fire into his
          team.
                         
                          PIENAAR
           Concentrate, dammit! Focus! We
           can beat these guys if we play our
           game, not theirs!
                         
          ON PIENAAR, as he realizes he is not getting through. There
          is dullness, shock in his player's eyes --
                         
          -- which all lift to the heavens as the CONVERSION KICK SOARS
          through the uprights.
                         
          We FOLLOW THE KICK as it drops past a GIANT SCOREBOARD.
                         
          STAY ON THE SCOREBOARD as it registers the conversion and
          shows the score: LIONS - 10 SPRINGBOKS - 0
                         
                         
          INT. LOFTUS VERSFELD STADIUM VIP BOX - DAY
                         
          In the VIP box, Mandela turns his back on the field as the
          game restarts beneath him and continues in the background.
          He has BINOCULARS around his neck.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Shall we work while we watch? We
           have lots of promises to keep.
                         
          Barbara sits to his right, with her ever-present files and
          folders.
                         
                          BARBARA
           Yes, we do.
                         
          Mary pours tea at the back of the box. Linga stands two
          steps behind Mandela.
                         
          On Mandela's left, sits the PRESIDENT OF SOUTH AFRICAN RUGBY,
          a small man with a small man's ruthlessness and drive.
                         
                          MANDELA
           It's not too late, if the boys can
           just pick up their game.
                         
                          RUGBY PRESIDENT
           If they don't, heads will roll.
           This is unacceptable.
                          (LEANING FORWARD)
           Come on you bloody bastards!
           27.
                         
                         
                         
          Mandela's expression shows that he has a gentleman's distaste
          for profanity. He turns to Barbara.
                         
                          BARBARA
           Where do you want go first, for
           foreign investment?
                         
                          MANDELA
           Where the money is. America,
           England, Saudi Arabia.
                         
          Barbara makes notes.
                         
          Mandela lifts his BINOCULARS, but instead of looking at the
          rugby, he looks at the crowd.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
          MANDELA'S POV THROUGH BINOCULARS -- Mandela zeroes in on an
          OLD SOUTH AFRICAN FLAG -- the apartheid flag. It is being
          held by the FOUR KHAKI-CLAD BOERS (FARMERS). Classic South
          African figures from the rural far north, they are already
          drunk and suicidally depressed by the turn of events on the
          field.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                          BARBARA
           Do you see all the old apartheid
           flags? It's a disgrace.
                         
          Mandela lowers his binoculars.
                         
                          MANDELA
           It's also a constitutional right.
                         
                          BARBARA
           Along with the apartheid anthem. I
           know. But it's time people moved
           on.
                         
          Mandela grunts, raises his binoculars again.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
          MANDELA'S POV THROUGH BINOCULARS -- Mandela finds a SMALL
          KNOT OF BLACK SPECTATORS, holding the NEW SOUTH AFRICAN FLAG
          and cheering ecstatically.
                         
                          CUT TO:
           28.
                         
                         
                         
                          MANDELA
           Look at that. The whites are
           cheering for the Springboks, the
           blacks are cheering for the Lions.
                         
          Mandela lowers the binoculars.
                         
                          MANDELA
           We did that on the island, you
           know. We supported anyone but the
           `boks. It really irritated the
           warders.
                         
                          BARBARA
           Of course it did.
                         
          ON MANDELA as he thinks about this for a moment, then lifts
          his binoculars to look at the crowd again.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
          MANDELA'S POV THROUGH BINOCULARS -- on the knot of black
          spectators, who leap to their feet, reacting to ACTION ON THE
                         FIELD --
                         
                         
          EXT. LOFTUS VERSFELD STADIUM - DAY
                         
          -- where the Lions score yet another try. This is an ass-
          whipping.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
          The conversion sails over the `boks heads.
                         
          The scoreboard clicks over to: LIONS - 20 SPRINGBOKS - O
                         
                         
          INT. LOFTUS VERSFELD STADIUM VIP BOX - DAY
                         
          Mandela lowers his binoculars, sets them aside, shakes his
          head. He knows it's hopeless now. He turns to the Rugby
          President.
                         
                          MANDELA
           How long until the World Cup?
                         
                          RUGBY PRESIDENT
           About a year.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Plenty of time for improvement.
           29.
                         
                         
                         
          The Rugby President can't take it. He stands.
                         
                          RUGBY PRESIDENT
           Mr. President -- I wouldn't get my
           hopes up. We're a damn disgrace.
                         
          He stomps out of the box, no doubt looking for someone to
          fire. Mandela gets back to work.
                         
                          MANDELA
           I want to go to India and
           Indonesia, too.
                         
          There is a knock at the luxury box door. Linga swings to
          face the door, alert, as a UNIFORMED DOORMAN opens it.
                         
          The MINISTER OF SPORT (Steve Tshwete), enters.
                         
           MINISTER OF SPORT
           Sorry I'm late.
                         
          He sits down in the empty chair to the right of Mandela.
                         
           MINISTER OF SPORT
           How's it going?
                         
                          MANDELA
           Very badly.
                         
          The Minister of Sport checks the score, winces.
                         
           MINISTER OF SPORT
           Maybe it's just as well.
                         
          Mandela shoots him a sharp look.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Why?
                         
           MINISTER OF SPORT
           (bending close, talking
                          QUIETLY)
           I've just been at a meeting of the
           National Sports Council executive.
           There's strong support to drop the
           Springbok emblem and colors
           altogether.
           (gesturing at the field)
           If they're playing badly, maybe its
           a good time to make a change.
           (with barely hidden
                          RELISH)
                          (MORE)
           30.
                         
           MINISTER OF SPORT (cont'd)
           This could be the last time we have
           to look at the green and gold.
                         
          The Minister of Sport shoots a glance at Mandela, to see his
          reaction to all this.
                         
          Mandela is deep in thought and completely unreadable.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          EXT. LOFTUS VERSFELD STADIUM - DAY
                         
          One last, bloody, violent bit of play -- then, mercifully,
          the final whistle blows.
                         
          Final score: LIONS - 32 SPRINGBOKS - 15.
                         
          The Lions celebrate. The Springboks head off the field,
          heads down, shoulders bowed in defeat -- none more bitterly
          disappointed or bloodier than Francois Pienaar.
                         
          In the stands, the unheard of happens -- the Springboks are
          booed by their own fans. Not by everybody, but by enough.
                         
          We STAY WITH THE `BOKS as they trudge across the field, then
          clatter along the concrete tunnel to their dressing room.
                         
                         
          INT. LOFTUS VERSFELD STADIUM - SPRINGBOK DRESSING ROOM
                         
          The atmosphere is absolutely dismal as the men undress and
          shower.
                         
          Nobody catches anybody else's eye. Huge, powerful, pale
          bodies have been ploughed purple with rake marks, bruises and
          roasties. Plus, one dark body -- that of CHESTER WILLIAMS, a
          skilled wing from the Cape, a reserved and private man.
                         
          Pienaar takes off his green and gold jersey, sits, begins
          taking off his cleats. His body hurts. He has been raked,
          scratched, bruised, and his ankle is swollen.
                         
          A noble warrior, defeated.
                         
           BOLAND BOTHA (V.O.)
           Francois Pienaar's team came to
           Loftus Versfeld stadium this
           afternoon, unprepared and arrogant.
           31.
                         
                         
                         
                         
          INT. TV STUDIO
                         
          Meet BOLAND BOTHA as he tapes his commentary on the test
          match. He is an ex-Springbok player from the boycott years,
          now turned ponderous, florid rugby commentator. He is a
          household name, and the last word on the state of the
          Springboks.
                         
                          BOLAND BOTHA
           They left 80 minutes later with
           their tails between their legs,
           like whipped mongrels.
                          (BEAT)
           And I, for one, am glad. Not
           because we lost, but because
           there's now no way to disguise the
           fact that we are completely and
           utterly unprepared to reenter the
           world of top-notch international
           rugby.
                         
          Boland defines the South African talent for pessimism and
          negativity.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. SA RUGBY PRESIDENT'S OFFICE - NIGHT
                         
           BOLAND BOTHA (ON TV)
           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 qualify
           automatically for the tournament.
           Because I'm not sure we would get
           in on merit alone.
                         
          The Rugby President sucks on a rum and coke, watches Boland
          with one of his HENCHMEN.
                         
                          RUGBY PRESIDENT
           Who gets the axe? Someone has to.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. FRANCOIS PIENAAR'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
                         
          No after-match party this night. Still depressed by the
          loss, Pienaar stays home with this fiancee NERINE.
           32.
                         
                         
                         
           BOLAND BOTHA (ON TV)
           Pienaar's team played without
           discipline, without strategy and
           without courage.
                         
                          PIENAAR
           He's trying to get them to drop me.
                         
                          NERINE
           He's just bitter because the
           Springboks were boycotted when he
           played.
                         
                          PIENAAR
           Maybe, but people listen to what he
           says.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. MANDELA'S HOUSE - NIGHT
                         
          Wearing pyjamas, dressing gown and slippers, Mandela multi-
          tasks, watching Boland Botha and going through a pile of
          correspondence, scribbling notes or signing his name.
                         
           BOLAND BOTHA (ON TV)
           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.
                         
          ON MANDELA: a thought, an idea -- a big one -- is churning in
          his head. He grunts, turns off the TV, puts the
          correspondence aside, stands.
                         
          Mary enters with a glass of milk and some pills, on a tray.
                         
                          MARY
           Here's your muti. I warmed the
           milk tonight.
                         
                          MANDELA
           You're too good to me.
                         
          Mandela takes his pills.
                         
                          MARY
           Your daughter called, to cancel her
           visit this weekend.
           33.
                         
                         
                         
          Mandela pauses, between pills.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Did she say why?
                         
                          MARY
           No, she didn't.
           (making it up)
           She said to tell you she was sorry.
                         
          Mandela nods, has a hard time swallowing his last pill.
                         
                          MARY
           Do you need anything else tonight?
                         
                          MANDELA
           No, thank you. I'm going to bed.
           Good night.
                         
                          MARY
           Good night, Madiba. Sleep well.
                         
          Mandela smiles at her, but as soon as he is past her, the
          smile fades. As he climbs the stairs to his bedroom, his
          face becomes sadder and older and lonelier.
                         
          IN HIS BEDROOM, Mandela pauses to take off his dressing gown.
          He looks at his bed. It is as smooth and as blank as a sheet
          of paper.
                         
          He peels back the bedclothes at one corner, slides under them
          and pauses for a moment while reaching for the light switch.
          He switches off the light and lies down, still and straight.
                         
          The most popular man in the world starts and ends each day
          alone.
                         
                          DISSOLVE TO:
                         
                         
          EXT. TOWNSHIP - DAY
                         
          A very poor township outside Johannesburg. A stark reminder
          of how much work Mandela has ahead of him. A STAMPEDE OF
          KIDS runs by.
                         
          We FOLLOW THE KIDS and find a SMALL, BEAT-UP CHURCH. A noisy
          LINE OF THREADBARE KIDS leads from outside into the church.
          There is a pecking order in the line, based on size.
                         
           MRS. COLEMAN (O.S.)
           No pushing now! There's enough for
           everybody!
           34.
                         
                         
                         
                         
          INT. SMALL, BEAT-UP CHURCH - DAY
                         
          At a table near the altar, the kids rummage through bags of
          second-hand clothes under the watchful eye of MRS. COLEMAN, a
          stout and charitable woman. Next to her, MRS. DLAMINI hands
          out a lollipop and says --
                         
           MRS. DLAMINI
           God bless you.
                         
          -- to each kid. The clothes and lollipops move fast, rhythm
          kept by Mrs. Dlamini's "God bless yous".
                         
          The last bag of clothes empties fast as the line of kids
          reduces until there is only ONE SMALL BOY (SIPHO) left and
          only one article of clothing. An old SPRINGBOK RUGBY
          PRACTISE JERSEY. Green and gold.
                         
          Sipho could use it. His clothes are more holes than anything
          else. He looks at the Springbok jersey mournfully.
                         
           MRS. COLEMAN
           You're a very lucky boy. It's a
           real Springbok practise jersey!
           It's a bit big, but it's warm and
           it'll last for ever!
                         
          Sipho shakes his head.
                         
           MRS. COLEMAN
           It's yours, take it! Go on.
                         
          Sipho turns and leaves. Mrs. Coleman looks at Mrs. Dlamini,
          completely confused.
                         
           MRS. COLEMAN
           Why won't he take it?
                         
           MRS. DLAMINI
           If he wears it, the others will
           beat him up.
                         
           MRS. COLEMAN
           Because the Springboks are playing
           so badly?
                         
           MRS. DLAMINI
           No. Because, for them, the
           Springboks still represent
           apartheid.
                         
                          CUT TO:
           35.
                         
                         
                         
                         
          EXT. EERSTERUST CONFERENCE CENTER - DAY
                         
          Eersterust is a settlement and conference location just
          outside Pretoria.
                         
          Today it is the location of a full membership meeting of the
          National Sports Council, an ANC organization that is now the
          governing body of all sports in South Africa.
                         
          A banner draped across the conference center entrance tells
          us so: WELCOME NATIONAL SPORTS COUNCIL.
                         
                         
          INT. CONFERENCE HALL - DAY
                         
          An NSC FIREBRAND has the podium and the microphone.
                         
                          NSC FIREBRAND
           ... and now for the next item on
           our agenda.
                         
          The hall is jammed. Very few white faces.
                         
                          NSC FIREBRAND
           The NSC executive proposes a full
           membership vote on the following
           motion ...
                         
          A ripple of anticipation goes through the delegates.
                         
                          NSC FIREBRAND
           ... that as a prominent symbol of
           the apartheid era, the colors,
           emblem and name of the Springboks
           be eliminated immediately ...
                         
          That causes a stir. The delegates understand how big this
          is.
                         
                          NSC FIREBRAND
           ... and that all sports teams
           representing South Africa shall be
           known forthwith as the Proteas.
                         
          Excitement and noise level rises. The NSC Firebrand has to
          shout through his mike.
                         
                          NSC FIREBRAND
                          (SHOUTING)
           We will submit this motion to a
           hand vote.
                          (MORE)
           36.
                         
           NSC FIREBRAND (cont'd)
           In the event of a close count, we
           will go to a written ballot.
           (the moment he's been
                          WAITING FOR)
           ALL THOSE IN FAVOR OF ELIMINATING
           THE SPRINGBOKS, RAISE YOUR HANDS.
                         
          The NSC firebrand shoots his clenched fist into the air.
          With a roar, the delegates respond, raising their fists.
          Unanimous. The Springboks are history.
                         
          ANOTHER ANGLE, as ONE OF THE OLDER DELEGATES steps outside to
          make a call.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. MANDELA'S OFFICE - DAY
                         
          At his desk, Mandela puts down his phone. Anger in his eyes.
          He slams both palms down hard on his desk.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. SECURITY OFFICE - DAY
                         
          Both bodyguard units (minus Jason) are crammed into the small
          office. The black bodyguards murmur amongst themselves in
          Xhosa. (Ad-lib.) The white bodyguards talk Afrikaans (ad-
          lib).
                         
          No talk between the two units, only tension.
                         
          Tension broken with a crash as JASON SLAMS THE DOOR OPEN.
                         
                          JASON
           Both units to the cars, right now.
                         
                         
          EXT. UNION BUILDINGS, PRETORIA - DAY
                         
          Grey BMW, armored grey Mercedes, grey BMW in a line at the
          entrance.
                         
          Jason, Kwezi, Winston and Sam scramble out of the building
          and dive into the lead BMW.
                         
          Etienne, Hendrick, George and Willem dive into the trailer.
           37.
                         
                         
                         
                         
          INT. UNION BUILDING HALLWAYS - DAY
                         
          Brusque, scowling, Mandela marches towards the exit, shadowed
          by Linga, flanked by Barbara.
                         
                          BARBARA
           What do I tell the Japanese trade
           delegation?
                         
                          MANDELA
           I delegate that decision to you.
                         
                          BARBARA
           Do you want me to inform the VP?
                         
                          MANDELA
           No.
                         
                          BARBARA
           We should at least include the
           Minister of Sport.
                         
                          MANDELA
           No.
                         
          Mandela heads out to the cars. Barbara has no choice but to
          follow.
                         
                         
          EXT. UNION BUILDINGS, PRETORIA - DAY
                         
          Ever the gentleman, Mandela ushers Barbara into the Mercedes.
          As she gets in:
                         
                          BARBARA
           I strongly advise against doing
           this. Especially on your own. It
           ... it gives the impression of
           autocratic leadership.
                         
                         
          INT. PRESIDENT'S MERCEDES - DAY
                         
          Mandela gets in, closes the door.
                         
                          BARBARA
           You risk alienating your cabinet
           and your party.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Your advice is duly noted, Barbara.
           38.
                         
                         
                         
                          BARBARA
           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.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Yes, I know. But in this instance
           the people are wrong. And it is my
           job as their elected leader to make
           them see that.
                         
          Mandela leans forward to talk to Linga.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Can you tell the boys that Madiba
           wants to go to Eersterust, very
           fast.
                         
          Linga murmurs into his radio. The convoy pulls out, very
          fast. Barbara makes one last plea.
                         
                          BARBARA
           You're risking your political
           capital. You're risking your
           future as our leader.
                         
                          MANDELA
           The day I am afraid to do that is
           the day I am no longer fit to lead.
                         
                          BARBARA
           At least risk it for something more
           important than rugby.
                         
          Mandela looks out the window, says nothing, angry.
                         
                         
          EXT. FREEWAY - DAY
                         
          Mandela's convoy heads away from Pretoria, very fast.
                         
           NSC FIREBRAND (V.O.)
           ... and in concluding this historic
           conference ...
           39.
                         
                         
                         
                         
          INT. CONFERENCE HALL - DAY
                         
                          NSC FIREBRAND
           ... brothers, sisters, comrades, we
           in the executive applaud your
           diligence and courage.
                         
          The NSC Firebrand and the executive applaud the members. The
          applause spreads until the hall rocks. They are all very
          pleased with themselves.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          EXT. EERSTERUST - CONFERENCE HALL - DAY
                         
          Mandela's convoy roars in. Mandela is the first one out,
          Linga next.
                         
          Jason and crew scramble to cover the immediate area.
                         
          Kwezi opens the door for Barbara on the other side.
                         
          Mandela strides over to Jason, says something to him. Jason
          looks surprised, turns to Hendrick.
                         
          Linga's customary scowl intensifies.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. CONFERENCE HALL - DAY
                         
          As the applause finally begins to diminish, the NSC Firebrand
          turns and nods to a CHURCH CHOIR DIRECTOR, off to the side.
                         
          The choir director brings his CHOIR onto the stage.
                         
                          NSC FIREBRAND
           Brothers, sisters ... join us in
           our anthem.
                         
          Anyone not standing, stands. The choir director raises his
          hands. The choir inhales. Go.
                         
                          CHOIR
                          (SINGING)
           Nkosi Sikelel' iAfrica etc (God
           Bless Africa) --
                         
          But before the first line is fully sung, an ASSISTANT rushes
          out, whispers urgently into the NSC Firebrand's ear.
           40.
                         
                         
          The Firebrand's eyes bug out in surprise. He crosses to the
          Choir Director, says something quickly.
                         
          The Choir Director stops the choir in mid-chorus.
          Consternation everywhere. What's going on?
                         
                          NSC FIREBRAND
           Brothers, sisters, members of the
           choir -- we would only interrupt
           such beautiful music for something
           truly important. In this case, for
           someone truly important.
           (beat, milking it)
           Please welcome President Mandela!
                         
          The place goes berserk as Mandela enters, with Linga at his
          back, and -- surprise, surprise -- Hendrick Booyens leading
          the way.
                         
          Face stern and unsmiling, Mandela walks the length of the
          hall towards the podium. The delegates press in towards
          them.
                         
          ANOTHER ANGLE - Jason coordinates security inside and out.
          Lifts his radio to his mouth.
                         
                          JASON
                          (INTO RADIO)
           Smile.
                         
          ON HENDRICK, as his standard bad bastard scowl suddenly
          becomes a smile -- which scares the throng more than the
          scowl did.
                         
          ON LINGA, the same.
                         
          ANOTHER ANGLE - Barbara enters at the back of the hall,
          accompanied by Kwezi.
                         
          Mandela reaches the podium, turns looks out over the crowd,
          face thunderous.
                         
          When they see his anger, the crowd quietens down quickly.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Brothers, sisters, comrades, I am
           here because I feel strongly that
           you made a decision today without
           sufficient information or
           foresight.
                         
          He lectures them like a headmaster. They don't like it.
           41.
                         
                         
                         
                          MANDELA
           I am aware of your earlier vote. I
           am aware that it was unanimous.
                          (BEAT)
           Nonetheless, I propose that we
           restore the Springboks. Restore
           their name, their emblem and their
           colors, immediately.
                         
          Instant and complete silence in the hall. This is utterly
          unpopular. Shocked faces, especially from the executive and
          the NSC firebrand.
                         
          ON BARBARA, as she sees her worst political nightmare playing
          out in front of her.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Let me tell you why ...
                         
          Murmurs of disapproval and disagreement begin to rise.
          Mandela's going to have to row upstream on this one.
                         
                          MANDELA
           ... on Robben Island, in Pollsmoor
           Prison, my jailers were all
           Afrikaners.
                          (BEAT)
           For twenty seven years, I studied
           them. I learned their language, I
           read their history, I read their
           poetry. I had to know my enemy, in
           order to prevail against him.
                          (BEAT)
           And we prevailed, did we not? All
           of us here ... we prevailed.
                         
          For the first time, Mandela says something the crowd likes.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Our enemy is no longer the
           Afrikaner. They are our fellow
           South Africans, our partners in
           democracy.
                         
          Just as quickly, Mandela loses them again.
                         
                          MANDELA
           And they treasure Springbok rugby.
           If we take that away, we lose them.
           We prove that we are what they
           feared we would be.
                          (BEAT)
           We have to be better than that.
                          (MORE)
           42.
                         
                          MANDELA (CONT'D)
           We have to surprise them with
           compassion, with restraint, and
           generosity.
                         
          The grumbling and disagreement becomes noticeably louder.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Yes, I know. All the things they
           denied us.
                         
          ON HENDRICK, totally engrossed in his job, eyes sweeping
          across the crowd, feeling the tension.
                         
                          MANDELA
           But this is not the time to enjoy a
           moment's petty revenge. This is
           the time to build our nation using
           every single brick available to us -
           - even if that brick comes clothed
           in green and gold.
                         
          The crowd is growing more restless and rebellious by the
          moment.
                         
          LINGA is as alert as Hendrick, tuned in to the jumpy vibe.
                         
                          MANDELA
                          (ANGRY)
           You elected me.
                          (BEAT)
           You elected me to be your leader.
           Let me lead you now.
                          (BEAT)
           Who is with me on this?
                         
          It's almost as if he's daring them to go against him.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Who is with me?
                         
          The murmuring becomes a dull roar of argument and
          disagreement.
                         
          ON BARBARA as she closes her eyes and lowers her head: this
          is a fiasco.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          EXT. EERSTERUST CONFERENCE CENTER - DAY
                         
          As delegates spill out of the conference hall, Mandela's
          convoy leaves as fast as it arrived. It almost looks as if
          they're fleeing.
           43.
                         
                         
                         
                         
          INT. PRESIDENT'S MERCEDES - DAY
                         
          Silence. Mandela looks exhausted, almost gaunt. Facing his
          own people like that took it out of him. Barbara stares out
          the window, chewing her lip, totally stressed out.
                         
          Linga heaves a great sigh, exhales a truckload of stress.
                         
                         
          INT. GREY BMW (LEAD CAR) - DAY
                         
          Jason and his crew travel in stoic silence.
                         
                         
          INT. GREY BMW (TRAILER) - DAY
                         
          Similar silence from Etienne and crew. It seems like the
          silence of defeat.
                         
                         
          INT. PRESIDENT'S MERCEDES - DAY
                         
                          BARBARA
           Twelve votes. Twelve!
                          MANDELA
           A luxury. All we needed was one
           more yes than no.
                         
                          BARBARA
           What if you hadn't got it?
                         
                          MANDELA
           Well, as you know, I am an obedient
           party member.
                         
          Barbara snorts disagreement. She is angry at her boss.
                         
                          BARBARA
           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.
                         
                          MANDELA
           But, I must. This minority still
           controls the army, the police, and
           the economy. Without them, we
           cannot address the other problems.
           44.
                         
                         
                         
                          BARBARA
           So this rugby, it's just a
           political calculation?
                         
          Life and energy, flood back into Mandela. He sits up against
          his seat belt, faces his Chief of Staff.
                         
                          MANDELA
           It's a human calculation.
                          (BEAT)
           If we take away what they cherish --
           the Springboks, their national
           anthem -- we just reinforce the
           cycle of fear between us.
                         
          ON LINGA, in the front seat. He's not supposed to listen --
          but how could he not?
                         
                          MANDELA
           I will do what I must to break this
           cycle. Or it will destroy us.
                         
                          DISSOLVE TO:
                         
                         
          INT. SPRINGBOK DRESSING ROOM - DAY
                         
          The sound of cleats approaching on concrete. Exhausted
          footsteps. The DRESSING ROOM ATTENDANT PUTS CASES OF BEER
          (cans) on a side table, rips them open, backs away --
                         
          -- as the Springboks enter silently, faces miserable,
          shoulders slumped. They've lost another game.
                         
          One of the players grabs a beer, opens it, takes a gigantic
                         SWIG --
                         
                          ANGRY SPRINGBOK
           This beer tastes like kuk.
                         
          -- hurls the beer against the wall so hard it ruptures,
          sending foaming beer everywhere.
                         
          ON PIENAAR as his eyes flash and he shoots to his feet.
                         
                          PIENAAR
           It's not the beer.
                         
          Pienaar picks up a case of beers, goes to the angry
          Springbok.
           45.
                         
                         
                         
                          PIENAAR
           Take another.
                          (BEAT)
           Everybody take a beer.
                         
          This is an order. The entire team takes a beer, including
          Pienaar.
                         
                          PIENAAR
           A toast ...
                         
          Pienaar cracks his beer, raises it up. They all crack and
          raise their beers.
                         
                          PIENAAR
           ... to the taste of defeat.
                         
          That bewilders his team.
                         
                          PIENAAR
           Drink it. Remember it. And
           promise yourself never to taste it
           again.
                         
          Pienaar takes one long swig --
                         
                          PIENAAR
           You're right. It tastes like kuk.
                         
          -- tosses his beer against the wall, so that it ruptures.
          Eighteen other beers rupture against the wall. The dressing
          room is awash with beer and foam -- and re-kindled passion.
                         
          As with Mandela, Pienaar is a leader, on a smaller scale.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. SECURITY OFFICE - DAY
                         
          Both units crammed into the small office. As usual, neither
          team talks to the other. Jason enters with two files.
                         
                          JASON
           Here's the schedule for the
           overseas trip.
                         
          Jason and the boys look over one, Etienne and his unit look
          over the other -- and discuss it amongst themselves in
          Afrikaans. Hendrick says something pointed, which resonates
          with the others.
           46.
                         
                         
                         
                          LINGA
           What did he just say?
                         
                          HENDRICK
           I said --
                         
                          ETIENNE
           He asked when we were supposed to
           sleep.
                         
                          HENDRICK
           As well as other basic human
           functions.
                         
                          JASON
           Hey. If Madiba can do it, we can
           do it.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. UNITED NATIONS GENERAL ASSEMBLY - DAY
                         
          Mandela addresses the General Assembly, thanking them for
          their support in the fight against apartheid.
                         
                          MANDELA
           The millions of our people say
           thank you, and thank you again.
                         
          Linga and Hendrick are his closest bodyguards.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. WHITE HOUSE - SOUTH LAWN - DAY
                         
          Mandela addresses diplomats, members of Congress, black
          leaders at a made-for-TV ceremony on the South Lawn.
                         
                          MANDELA
           I have come here with a message.
           People of the Unites States of
           America: Open your markets to us.
           People of the United States of
           American: Come and invest in our
           country.
                         
          Linga, Jason, Etienne and Hendrick are in on this one -- a
          little island of South Africans in a sea of U.S. SECRET
          SERVICE PROTECTION.
                         
                          CUT TO:
           47.
                         
                         
                         
                         
          EXT. BUCKINGHAM PALACE - DAY
                         
          We are in a COURTYARD behind the palace. Drawn by four white
          horses, A ROYAL CARRIAGE (an open carriage) pulls up, stops.
          The courtyard quickly fills with liveried footmen, then
          security guards.
                         
          QUEEN ELISABETH and Mandela emerge from the palace. Footmen
          open doors on both sides of the carriage. The Queen and
          Mandela climb in (the Queen on the right hand side).
                         
          When they sit down next to each other, Mandela leans over and
          says something to the Queen that makes her giggle ...
                         
          ... almost. For Queens do not giggle.
                         
          The carriage pulls forward and these two human icons sit up
          straight, as they get set to face the world.
                         
           TV ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
           ... and in London, President
           Mandela made quite an impression on
           the Queen --
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. PIENAAR PARENT'S HOUSE - NIGHT
                         
          ON TV: footage of Mandela with the Queen, riding down the
          mall waving to ecstatic crowds.
                         
                          TV ANNOUNCER
           -- as he concluded a gruelling trip
                          TO--
                         
          Mr. Pienaar MUTES THE TV, so that he can deliver the latest
          one-liner to Mrs. Pienaar.
                         
           MR. PIENAAR
           In related news, it was announced
           that President Mandela will be
           visiting South Africa this week.
                         
          Mrs. Pienaar laughs.
                         
          IN THE BACKGROUND, in the kitchen, a plump, middle-aged
          Tswana woman washes the dishes and keeps an eye on the TV.
          This is EUNICE, the Pienaar's maid.
           48.
                         
                         
                         
          She does not find Mr. Pienaar's joke amusing.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          EXT. JOHANNESBURG AIRPORT - NIGHT
                         
          The PRESIDENT'S JET taxis towards the familiar BMW, Mercedes,
          BMW convoy.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
          Mandela disembarks, very slowly. He is exhausted, his feet
          are swollen, his knee hurts. This is a very different man
          than the one we have just seen wooing the world.
                         
          He is met at the bottom of the stairs by Hendrick.
                         
                          HENDRICK
           It's good to be home, sir.
                         
          Mandela just nods. Too tired to talk.
                         
          Hendrick escorts Mandela to the Mercedes, opens the door for
          him.
                         
          Mandela takes a step towards the open door -- and staggers.
                         
          Reflexively, Hendrick reaches out, steadies him.
                         
                          MANDELA
           I'm fine.
                         
          Mandela steps out of Hendrick's hands, holds onto the open
          door.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Travelling the world, begging for
           money, is very tiring.
                         
          Mandela reaches into his jacket, pulls a SMALL PACKAGE out,
          hands it to Hendrick.
                         
                          MANDELA
           This is for you.
                         
          Mandela slides into the car. Once the door is closed,
          Hendrick glances at the package. We don't see it. It is too
          dark.
                         
          But we do see that Hendrick is amazed by it.
                         
                          CUT TO:
           49.
                         
                         
                         
                         
          INT. GREY BMW - NIGHT
                         
          Hendrick is being driven home through the Highveld night. He
          chews on something really sticky, chewy. He pauses to
          dislodge some of it from a tooth, before it pulls out a
          filling.
                         
          Then, he resumes chewing.
                         
                          DISSOLVE TO:
                         
                         
          INT. MANDELA'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
                         
          On the bedside table, THE CLOCK clicks from 4:59 to 5:00.
          Mandela's eyes open in the dark ... close for a second ...
          then shoot open again.
                         
          It takes everything Mandela has to sit up and switch on the
          light.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          EXT. MANDELA'S HOUSE - NIGHT
                         
          The bodyguards' BMW's flank the gate. As the gate opens --
                         
          -- Linga gets out of one BMW, Hendrick gets out of the other.
          They are alert. It is freezing cold.
                         
          Bundled up against the cold, Mandela emerges through the gate
          and they close in on him. It is clear that he is pushing
          himself, physically.
                         
                          LINGA
                          (TRADITIONAL XHOSA
                          GREETING)
           I see you, father.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Morning boys.
                         
                          HENDRICK
           Morning, sir.
                         
          They keep moving. It is too cold for anything else.
                         
                          MANDELA
           How is your family, Hendrick?
           50.
                         
                         
                         
                          HENDRICK
           Top shape, sir. How about yours?
                         
          Mandela's smile becomes fixed on his face.
                         
                          MANDELA
           I have a very big family. 42
           million people.
                         
          Then, he stops, turns, heads back towards the house.
                         
                          MANDELA
           I don't think I want to walk today.
                         
          Hendrick realizes that he blundered, somehow. He shoots an
          anxious glance at Linga -- who looks at him as if he'd just
          committed blasphemy.
                         
          Mandela goes through the open gate without a word. The gate
          closes behind him, leaving Linga and Hendrick to watch him
          through iron bars.
                         
          Linga turns on Hendrick.
                         
                          LINGA
           We never ask him about his family.
                          HENDRICK
           But he asks about ours all the
           time.
                         
                          LINGA
           Think about it, man. He's
           separated from his wife. His
           children ... how often do you see
           them here?
                          (BEAT)
           He's not a saint, okay. He's a
           man, with a man's problems -- and
           he doesn't need us reminding him
           about them.
                         
          Linga heads back to his BMW. Hendrick stands at the gate,
          looking in at the house.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. MANDELA'S HOUSE - DAWN
                         
          Mandela shaves, avoiding his own gaze.
                         
                          CUT TO:
           51.
                         
                         
                         
          Shaved, showered and dressed, Mandela descends the stairs,
          sits down to breakfast by himself at the big table. He looks
          at the newspaper headlines, which talk about CRIME RISING,
          THE RAND FALLING, THE MANDELA HONEYMOON OVER etc. etc.
                         
          Like any other man, Mandela turns to the SPORTS SECTION for
          relief -- and finally finds something to smile about.
                         
          ON THE NEWSPAPER: SPRINGBOK COACH AND MANAGER AXED. PIENAAR
          STAYS ON AS CAPTAIN.
                         
          There is a PICTURE OF PIENAAR. Mandela reacts to it,
          pleased.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. MANDELA'S OFFICE - DAY
                         
          As a CABINET MINISTER AND HER ENTOURAGE leave, Barbara
          enters, holding an envelope.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Hello Barbara. I like that dress.
                         
                          BARBARA
           Thank you Madiba.
                          (OFFERING ENVELOPE)
           This is for you.
                         
                          MANDELA
                          (TAKING ENVELOPE)
           What is it?
                         
                          BARBARA
           Your pay checks. You haven't been
           collecting them.
                         
          Mandela opens the envelope, looks at a check -- and grunts.
                         
                          BARBARA
           What's wrong?
                         
                          MANDELA
           This is terrible.
                         
                          BARBARA
           Madiba, it's what De Klerk got.
           Plus an increase for inflation.
                         
          But, Mandela shakes his head, outraged.
           52.
                         
                         
                         
           TV ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
           Today, President Mandela announced
           that, in his opinion --
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. PIENAAR PARENTS HOUSE - NIGHT
                         
                          TV ANNOUNCER
           (on TV throughout)
           -- his salary is too high.
                         
          Pienaar and Nerine watch the news with MR. AND MRS PIENAAR.
                         
           MR. PIENAAR
           Dead right. They're all overpaid.
                         
          IN THE BACKGROUND, once again, Eunice washes the dishes and
          keeps an eye on the TV.
                         
                          TV ANNOUNCER
           He has therefore decided to donate
           a third of his monthly income to
           charity.
                         
           MR. PIENAAR
           Give me the houses and cars they
           give him and I'll donate a third of
           my salary too.
                         
          Francois' cell phone rings.
                         
                          PIENAAR
           (to Mr. Pienaar)
           You would not. Not in a million
           years.
                         
                          PIENAAR
                          (ANSWERING PHONE)
           Hallo, Pienaar.
                         
          Whatever Pienaar hears on the phone sends him out of the room
          in a hurry.
                         
                          PIENAAR
                          (INTO PHONE)
           Hang on a moment, please.
                         
                          TV ANNOUNCER
           President Mandela said that he
           wished to set an example to other
           leaders and cabinet ministers.
           53.
                         
                         
                         
           MR. PIENAAR
           Fat chance. They're lining their
           pockets as fast as they can.
                         
          Nerine is interested in the call that sent Pienaar hurrying
          out of the room. Mr. Pienaar MUTES THE TV.
                         
           MR. PIENAAR
           Must be his girlfriend, hey Nerine.
                         
                          NERINE
           He knows I'd bloody kill him.
                         
          ON EUNICE, as eyes and ears alive, she finishes in the
          kitchen.
                         
          Pienaar comes back, stands in the doorway, a stunned
          expression on his face.
                         
                          NERINE
           What? Who was it?
                         
          Pienaar doesn't answer immediately.
                         
           MR. PIENAAR
           Told you. It was his girlfriend.
                         
           MRS. PIENAAR
           Shush!
                         
                          PIENAAR
           I've been invited to tea.
                         
                          NERINE
           Who with?
                         
                          PIENAAR
           The President.
                         
           MR. PIENAAR
           The President of SA Rugby? Count
           your fingers after he shakes your
           hand.
                         
          Pienaar points at the muted TV.
                         
                          PIENAAR
           The President.
                         
          ON THE TV: footage of Mandela with a group of SAUDI PRINCES.
                         
          Eunice turns and looks at Francois, wide-eyed.
           54.
                         
                         
                         
          The Pienaar family all stare at the TV, stunned.
                         
                          PIENAAR
           He wants me over for tea, week
           after next.
                         
          Eunice picks up her handbag, puts on her coat and heads for
          the door, stops when she reaches Pienaar.
                         
                          EUNICE
           Mr. Francois -- you must tell
           Madiba that the bus service is very
           bad, and too expensive. He must
           please fix it.
                          (LEAVING)
           Good night everybody.
                         
           MRS. PIENAAR
           Good night Eunice, thank you.
                         
          All eyes on Pienaar.
                         
           MR. PIENAAR
           What the hell does he want with
           you?
                         
          Pienaar shakes his head -- he has no idea.
                         
                          DISSOLVE TO:
                         
                         
          EXT. UNION BUILDINGS, PRETORIA - DAY
                         
          Nerine's modest little car heads towards the seat of power.
                         
                         
          INT. NERINE'S CAR - DAY
                         
          Nerine drives. Pienaar wears a blue blazer, grey slacks and
          subdued tie -- and is surprisingly nervous.
                         
                          NERINE
           Francois, relax. You've met him
           before.
                         
                          PIENAAR
           I shook his hand on the rugby
           field, that's all.
                         
                          NERINE
           You didn't even vote for him.
           55.
                         
                         
                         
                          PIENAAR
           He's still the President.
                          (CONFESSING)
           He's had dinner with the Queen.
           With Presidents and movie stars.
           All I do is play rugby. What if I
           pull something stupid in front of
           him?
                         
          Nerine stops to let Pienaar out. Gives him a kiss,
          straightens his hair.
                         
                          NERINE
           You won't. I'll pick you up right
           here.
                         
                         
          EXT. UNION BUILDINGS, PRETORIA - DAY
                         
          Pienaar climbs out of Nerine's car.
                         
          A pretty sizeable KNOT OF JOURNALISTS rush towards him.
                         
          Pienaar takes a deep breath. He is a bundle of nerves.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. SECURITY OFFICE - DAY
                         
          Small office packed with big men.
                         
                          ETIENNE
           See who's coming for tea?
                         
                          HENDRICK
           My nephew wants me to get his
           autograph.
                         
                          LINGA
           Who?
                         
                          ETIENNE
           Francois Pienaar.
                         
                          JASON
           Who wants to escort him in?
                         
          Hendrick bolts for the door.
                         
                          HENDRICK
           I will.
           56.
                         
                         
                         
                          JASON
           No autographs.
                         
                          HENDRICK
                          (INSULTED)
           I know how to do my job, okay.
                         
          Hendrick leaves.
                         
                          LINGA
           Who's this Pienaar?
                         
                          ETIENNE
           You can't be serious? He's the
           captain of the Springboks.
                         
          Linga shrugs, provocatively indifferent.
                         
                          LINGA
           I like soccer, myself.
                         
                          ETIENNE
           Well, you know what they say about
           soccer -- it's gentleman's game
           played by hooligans. One the other
           hand, rugby is a hooligan's game
           played by --
                         
                          LINGA
           Ja, ja, I've heard it before. It
           wasn't funny the first time.
                         
          Not exactly violin music and roses ... but they are talking
          to each other.
                         
                         
          INT. UNION BUILDING HALLWAYS - DAY
                         
          Hendrick escorts Pienaar back towards Mandela's offices.
          Hendrick is the bigger man.
                         
                          PIENAAR
           Can I ask you a question,
           Lieutenant?
                         
                          HENDRICK
           Ja, of course.
                         
                          PIENAAR
           What's he like?
                         
          They pause at the office door. Hendrick ponders that
          question for a moment, then:
           57.
                         
                         
                         
                          HENDRICK
           When I worked for the previous
           President, it was my job to be
           invisible.
                         
          Hendrick opens the door.
                         
                          HENDRICK
           This President ... he found out I
           like English toffee and brought me
           some back, from his visit to the
           Queen.
                         
          Hendrick ushers Pienaar into Mandela's offices.
                         
                          HENDRICK
           To him, nobody is invisible.
                         
                         
          INT. MANDELA'S OFFICES - DAY
                         
          Hendrick gestures to the waiting area.
                         
                          HENDRICK
           That's where you wait. One of his
           assistants will come for you.
                          (POINTING)
           There's a bathroom over there, if
           you need it.
                         
                          PIENAAR
           Okay. Thanks.
                         
          Hendrick turns to leave, hesitates, turns back.
                         
                          HENDRICK
           What are our chances in the World
           Cup? I mean, for real.
                         
                          PIENAAR
           We'll do our best. That, I can
           guarantee.
                         
          Hendrick nods solemnly, heads back to security. Pienaar
          heads straight for the bathroom.
                         
                         
          INT. SECURITY OFFICE - DAY
                         
          Hendrick enters. Etienne and the other white bodyguards look
          up.
           58.
                         
                         
                         
                          HENDRICK
           Well, he's not as big as he looks
           on TV.
                          (BEAT)
           And we don't stand a bloody chance
           in the World Cup.
                         
                         
          INT. UNION BUILDING BATHROOM - DAY
                         
          Pienaar washes his hands, dries them, dries them again, combs
          his hair, looks at himself in the mirror, adjusts his blazer.
                         
                         
          INT. MANDELA'S OFFICES - DAY
                         
          Pienaar returns to the waiting area, sits.
                         
          There is a clock on the wall. One minute to four.
                         
          Four Japanese trade officials traipse out, having just met
          Mandela.
                         
          The second hand journeys up to vertical. When it hits 4
          o'clock exactly --
                         
          -- Mary walks into the waiting area.
                         
                          MARY
           Mr. Pienaar?
                         
          Pienaar shoots to his feet.
                         
                          MARY
           This way, please.
                         
          Mary leads Pienaar back to Mandela's own office, knocks,
          opens the door.
                         
                          MARY
           Go on in.
                         
          Mouth dry, Pienaar nods --
                         
          -- and enters the inner sanctum.
                         
                         
          INT. MANDELA'S OFFICE - DAY
                         
          Mandela leaps up from behind his desk, crosses the room to
          meet Pienaar.
           59.
                         
                         
                         
                          MANDELA
           Francois, what an honor. I'm so
           excited.
                         
          They shake hands.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Thank you for coming all this way
           to see me.
                         
          Pienaar gulps like a fish out of water.
                         
                          PIENAAR
           Yes, sir. No problem. Thank you
           for inviting me.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Tell me. How's your ankle?
                         
                          PIENAAR
           My ankle?
                         
                          MANDELA
           I was told you'd hurt it. Has it
           healed?
                         
          Pienaar relaxes, visibly. This is small talk he can handle.
          This is Mandela's gift.
                         
                          PIENAAR
           The truth is, sir, you never play
           at a hundred percent, no matter
           what.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Yes ... yes. In sports, and in
           life. Come. Sit. Please.
           (indicating a chair)
           Take this one. Looking into the
           light hurts my eyes.
                         
          They sit in the chairs.
                         
          A KNOCK at the door, and MRS. BRITS the old Afrikaner tea
          lady enters, carrying a laden tea tray.
                         
          Mandela stands again, immediately.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Ah, Mrs. Brits --
                         
          Pienaar stands just a beat slower.
           60.
                         
                         
                         
                          MANDELA
           -- you are a shining light in my
           day.
                         
           MRS. BRITS
           Yes sir.
                         
          Eyes twinkling, Mrs. Brits puts the tea tray down on the
          coffee table in front of them. The finest china, cookies on
          a plate.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Mrs. Brits, this is Francois
           Pienaar. He's the captain of the
           Springboks.
                         
          Mandela clearly expects Pienaar to shake hands with Mrs.
          Brits. Pienaar holds out his hand --
                         
                          PIENAAR
                          (AFRIKAANS GREETING)
           Aangename kennis, Mevrou Brits.
                         
          -- gently shakes hers.
                         
           MRS. BRITS
           Ek ook, Meneer.
                          (TO MANDELA)
           Shall I pour, sir?
                         
                          MANDELA
           No thank you, I think I'd like to.
                         
          Mrs. Brits leaves. Mandela does not sit until the door
          closes behind her. Pienaar only sits after he does.
                         
          Mandela's manners would not be out of place in Victorian
          England.
                         
                          MANDELA
           How do you take your tea, Francois?
                         
                          PIENAAR
           Milk and sugar, please.
                         
          Mandela pours tea for both of them.
                         
          ON PIENAAR, as, just for a moment, he realizes that here he
          is, with the President pouring him a cup of tea.
           61.
                         
                         
                         
                          MANDELA
           The English have given us many
           things, including rugby, but
           afternoon tea is one of the
           greatest.
                         
          Mandela hands Pienaar the tea cup.
                         
                          PIENAAR
           Thank you, sir.
                         
          Both men have big hands. Fine china dwarfed and threatened.
                         
          In the exact moment that both their hands hold the same
          saucer, Mandela looks Pienaar in the eye.
                         
                          MANDELA
           You have a very difficult job.
                         
                          PIENAAR
           I do? I sell gas braais.
                         
          Mandela lets go and Pienaar takes the tea.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Captain of the Springboks. A very
           difficult job.
                         
                          PIENAAR
           Not compared to yours, sir.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Ah, but then nobody is trying to
           tear my head off while I'm doing
           mine.
                         
          Pienaar grins. True.
                         
                          MANDELA
           It is not so difficult to get
           people to do their best. And I
           imagine that anybody who plays for
           their country does their best,
           almost automatically.
                         
                          PIENAAR
           Or they wouldn't be chosen in the
           first place.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Yes. But to get people to be
           better than that?
                          (MORE)
           62.
                         
                          MANDELA (CONT'D)
           Better than they think they can be?
           Now, that is difficult, I find.
                         
                          PIENAAR
           Yes sir, it is.
                         
                          MANDELA
           How do we do that? By example? To
           an extent. But there is more to it
           than that ...
           (searching for the right
                          WORD)
           ... inspiration, perhaps.
                         
          Pienaar is engrossed. This is a master lesson on leadership,
          from a master.
                         
                          MANDELA
           How do we inspire ourselves to
           greatness, when nothing less will
           do? How do we inspire everyone
           around us?
                          (BEAT)
           Sometimes, I think, by using the
           work of others.
                         
          Long pause. Pienaar knows to keep quiet.
                         
                          MANDELA
           On Robben Island, when things were
           very hard, I found inspiration in a
           poem.
                         
                          PIENAAR
           A poem?
                         
                          MANDELA
           A Victorian poem. Just words. But
           they helped me to stand when all I
           wanted was to lie down --
                          (SUDDENLY DISMISSIVE)
           But you didn't come all this way to
           hear an old man talk about things
           that make no sense.
                         
                          PIENAAR
           No! They make a lot of sense, sir.
                          (BEAT)
           On the day of a big match, say a
           test, in the bus on the way to the
           stadium, nobody talks.
           63.
                         
                         
                         
                          MANDELA
           Yes ... yes. Everybody is
           preparing.
                         
                          PIENAAR
           When I think we're ready, I have
           the bus driver put on a song I've
           chosen; a theme song. One we all
           know. We listen together and ...
           it helps.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Yes! I remember when I was a guest
           at the 1992 Olympic Games in
           Barcelona. The whole stadium
           welcomed me with a song.
                          (BEAT)
           At the time the future -- our
           future -- seemed very bleak. But
           to hear that song, in voices from
           all over our planet ... it made me
           very proud to be South African. It
           helped me to come home and do
           better. It allowed me to expect
           more of myself.
                         
          A beat.
                         
                          PIENAAR
           May I ask what the song was, sir?
                         
                          MANDELA
           Well, it was Nkosi Sikelel'
           iAfrika. A very inspiring song.
                         
          Mandela looks into Pienaar's eyes.
                         
                          MANDELA
           We need inspiration, Francois.
                         
          Brown African eyes, blue African eyes meet over their cups of
          tea.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Because, in order to build our
           nation, we all need to exceed our
           own expectations.
                         
          Something passes between them. Whatever it is has a profound
          impact on Pienaar.
           64.
                         
                         
                         
                          PIENAAR
           Yes, sir. We probably do.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
          Cameras click and whirr as MANDELA AND PIENAAR SHAKE HANDS
          for the press.
                         
          (NOTE that there are NO FLASHES.)
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. UNION BUILDING HALLWAYS - DAY
                         
          Pienaar walks away from the President's offices, still
          processing his meeting with Mandela. He seems a little
          stunned and mystified. Something profound just happened --
          but he's not quite sure what.
                         
                         
          EXT. UNION BUILDINGS, PRETORIA - DAY
                         
          When Pienaar steps outside and sees all of Pretoria -- all of
          South Africa -- stretching away below him, he pauses. He
          looks at his country in a new way.
                         
          A BEEP BEEP from Nerine's car interrupts his reverie, as she
          pulls up at the bottom of the stairs.
                         
                         
          INT. NERINE'S CAR - DAY
                         
          Nerine drives Pienaar away. Pienaar turns, looks back at the
          Union Buildings.
                         
                          NERINE
           So ...?
                         
                          PIENAAR
           Hm?
                         
                          NERINE
           What's he like?
                         
                          PIENAAR
           He's ...
                          (BEAT)
           ... he's not like anyone I've ever
           met before.
                         
          An unsatisfying answer. Nerine waits for more. But, she
          isn't going to get it without prying it out of Pienaar.
           65.
                         
                         
                         
                          NERINE
           Well? What did he want?
                         
          This is the question Pienaar is wrestling with, too. He
          thinks it over for long enough to drive Nerine crazy.
                         
                          NERINE
           Ag, come on Francois. It's like
           talking to a bloody brick wall.
           What did he want?
                         
          Pienaar turns in his seat, looks at her as realization comes
          clear in him ...
                         
                          PIENAAR
           I think ...
                          (BEAT)
           I think he wants us to win the
           World Cup.
                         
                          DISSOLVE TO:
                         
                         
          INT. MANDELA'S HOUSE - DAY
                         
          A FRAMED PHOTO OF MANDELA SQUARING OFF AGAINST MUHAMMAD ALI
          looks down --
                         
          -- on Mandela, who is surrounded by HIS GRANDCHILDREN IN THE
          LIVING ROOM. Mandela likes the babies. THEIR PARENTS, shoo
          and shepherd the kids, keeping them on their best behavior --
                         
          -- for the PHOTOGRAPHERS shooting this family gathering.
          Seeing the photographers makes this feel staged.
                         
          Mandela looks past the photographers, sees his daughter
          ZINDZI glancing in from the doorway, and then moving on.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Excuse me.
                         
          Mandela disentangles the babies, stands, leaves.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
          In the DINING ROOM, Zindzi looks down at a BIG FRONT PAGE
          PHOTO OF MANDELA AND PIENAAR SHAKING HANDS.
                         
          She is a modern, cosmopolitan young woman.
                         
          When Mandela enters, Zindzi looks up from the newspaper with
          a very Mandela-like grunt.
           66.
                         
                         
                         
                          MANDELA
           What do you think?
                         
                          ZINDZI
           It doesn't matter what I think.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Yes, it does.
                         
                          ZINDZI
                          (DEFIANT)
           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.
                         
          Mandela overreacts.
                         
                          MANDELA
           You criticize without
           understanding. You seek only to
           address your own feelings. This is
           selfish thinking. It does not
           serve the nation.
                         
          Zindzi shakes her head, turns, leaves.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Wait. Please. I --
                         
          Mandela wants to apologize, doesn't know how. Instead, he
          pulls AN ENVELOPE out of his pocket, holds it out.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Will you give this to your mother.
                         
                          ZINDZI
           What is it?
                         
                          MANDELA
           A bracelet.
                         
          Zindzi looks into the envelope. In it is the BEADED
          BRACELET, from earlier, from the bathroom.
                         
                          ZINDZI
           Just throw it away.
                         
                          MANDELA
           I don't have the right to. It's
           not mine.
           67.
                         
                         
                         
                          ZINDZI
           If she left it here, she meant to
           throw it away.
                         
          Only children know how to twist the dagger so deftly.
          Mandela turns away so that his daughter cannot see his eyes.
                         
          A man so at ease with strangers does not know how to talk to
          his own family.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. PIENAAR PARENT'S HOUSE - DAY
                         
          The SAME NEWSPAPER PHOTO of Mandela and Pienaar that Zindzi
          was looking at -- only, this time, someone is cutting it out,
          very carefully. Eunice.
                         
          Mr. Pienaar enters to get something from the fridge, sees
          what Eunice is doing. Eunice stops cutting.
                         
          Mr. Pienaar looks down at the photo for a long moment. He
          doesn't know how to react to it.
                         
                          EUNICE
           Mrs. Pienaar said you were finished
           with the paper.
                         
           MR. PIENAAR
           Ja. Of course.
                         
          Mr. Pienaar leaves. Eunice keeps cutting until the photo can
          be lifted up. She nods, proud.
                         
          OVER, A WHISTLE BLOWS, SHARPLY.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          EXT. SPRINGBOK TRAINING FACILITY - DAY
                         
          On a PRACTISE FIELD at this world-class facility, the
          SPRINGBOK SQUAD (about 30 guys) sprint to the 25 m line,
          drops, begins 20 explosive push-ups.
                         
          NOTE, also, that at least half of the players who faced the
          British Lions earlier are gone.)
           68.
                         
                         
                         
           MINISTER OF SPORT (V.O.)
           The World Cup is played every four
           years. Sixteen teams qualify from
           around the world.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. MANDELA'S OFFICE - DAY
                         
          THE MINISTER OF SPORTS BRIEFS MANDELA on the World Cup, with
          the help of a BIG DIAGRAM ON AN EASEL (just like a March
          Madness bracket layout, showing all the teams.) The Minister
          looks ragged, exhausted.
                         
           MINISTER OF SPORT
           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.
                         
          Mandela studies the diagram. He loves this stuff.
                         
                          MANDELA
           The Ivory Coast qualified. This is
           wonderful.
                         
          (For the record, the sixteen teams who qualified were: South
          Africa, New Zealand, Australia, England, Scotland, Ireland,
          Wales, Canada, Romania, Italy, France, Japan, West Samoa,
          Argentina, Tonga and Ivory Coast.)
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          EXT. SPRINGBOK TRAINING FACILITY - DAY
                         
          The Springbok squad leap up after the push-ups, sprint to the
          50 m line, drop, begin 20 rapid crunches --
                         
          -- under the critical eye of the new COACH and MANAGER.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. MANDELA'S OFFICE - DAY
                         
           MINISTER OF SPORT
           Australia won the previous World
           Cup. New Zealand won the one
           before that.
                          (MORE)
           69.
                         
           MINISTER OF SPORT (cont'd)
           They're both clear favorites to
           reach the finals this time.
                          (BEAT)
           According to the experts, we'll
           reach the quarter finals, and no
           further.
                         
                          MANDELA
           According to the experts, you and I
           are still supposed to be in jail.
                         
          That brings a grin from the Minister of Sport.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          EXT. SPRINGBOK TRAINING FACILITY - DAY
                         
          The coach blows his whistle.
                         
                          COACH
           Again!
                         
          ON PIENAAR, as he leaps to his feet, leads the charge back to
          the 25 m line.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. MANDELA'S OFFICE - DAY
                         
           MINISTER OF SPORT
           You make a personal appearance at
           the finals, and at the opening
           match between the Springboks and
           Australia.
                          (BEAT)
           The finals will be broadcast to
           over a billion people around the
           world, live.
                         
                          MANDELA
           A billion people watching us!
           (wheels turning in his
                          HEAD)
           Yes ... yes. This is a great
           opportunity.
                         
                          CUT TO:
           70.
                         
                         
                         
                         
          EXT. SPRINGBOK TRAINING FACILITY - DAY
                         
          Hands on their knees, sucking air, retching, the squad has
          worked their way down the full length of the field.
                         
                          SPRINGBOK MANAGER
           I reckon you've knocked the
           stuffing out of them today.
                         
                          COACH
           I haven't even begun.
                          (BEAT)
           We may not be the most talented
           team in the world -- but we're
           going to be the fittest.
                         
          He blows his whistle.
                         
                          COACH
           And back!
          The squad can't believe their ears. No one moves. Except
          Pienaar.
                         
                          PIENAAR
           Come on boys, let's show him.
                         
          Staggering more than sprinting, Pienaar heads towards the 25m
          line.
                         
                          SPRINGBOK FLANK
           Shit, what's Pienaar been eating?
                         
          But, they follow him.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. MANDELA'S OFFICE - DAY
                         
          Alone in his office, Mandela looks at the World Cup diagram,
          for a moment, then picks up his phone.
                         
                          MANDELA
                          (INTO PHONE)
           Please call the head of South
           African rugby for me.
                         
                          CUT TO:
           71.
                         
                         
                         
                         
          INT. DRESSING ROOM - DAY
                         
          Thirty completely wiped-out athletes. Some are too tired to
          shower, some have made it that far, but are too tired to
          change.
                         
          Pienaar has showered and changed and slumps next to his
          locker.
                         
          The SPRINGBOK MANAGER enters, followed by the RUGBY
          PRESIDENT.
                         
          Pienaar and the boys drag themselves upright.
                         
          The Rugby President looks them over as if they were his very
          own stable of race horses -- a stable he's not entirely sure
          he likes.
                         
                          RUGBY PRESIDENT
           Afternoon men. It's good to see
           you working so hard. I have a
           short announcement.
                          (BEAT)
           As part of the PR buildup to the
           World Cup, you will be conducting
           coaching clinics in townships all
           over the country.
                         
          The players greet this announcement with complete silence.
                         
                          RUGBY PRESIDENT
           I know you have plenty on your
           plates already -- but this is a
           request that comes from the top.
           (looking at Pienaar,
                          POINTEDLY)
           The very top.
                         
          The Rugby President turns on his heel, and leaves, followed
          by the Manager.
                         
          The players say nothing for a long moment, but body language
          alone shows that they are completely disgusted.
                         
                          SPRINGBOK HOOKER
           This is complete crap.
                         
                          SPRINGBOK FLANK
           Are we some kind of circus act now?
           72.
                         
                         
                         
                          SPRINGBOK LOCK
           We don't have time for kuk like
           this.
                         
          The boys are getting angrier by the second.
                         
                          SPRINGBOK LOCK
           They expect us to play our best, to
           give our bloody all, then they add
           to our bloody workload ...
                         
          The lock turns to Chester.
                         
                          SPRINGBOK LOCK
           What do you think about this,
           Chester?
                         
          All eyes on Chester, as if the poor guy is a magic guide to a
          world they barely understand.
                         
                          CHESTER WILLIAMS
           I try not to think. It interferes
           with my rugby.
                         
          The perfect answer for these guys.
                         
                          SPRINGBOK LOCK
           See! Now there's a rugby player.
           Talk to them Francois.
                         
                          SPRINGBOK WING
           Make them see that this is a waste
           of time we don't have.
                         
          All eyes on their Captain -- who shakes his head, no.
                         
                          PIENAAR
           I'm not going to talk to them.
                         
                          SPRINGBOK FLANK
           Why not?
                         
                          PIENAAR
           Whether we like it or not, we're
           more than just a rugby team. We're
           ... we're ambassadors inside our
           own country. And we might as well
           get used to it.
                         
          Silence. Rebellious silence. Then:
                         
                          SPRINGBOK LOCK
           Is this you speaking, or Mandela?
           73.
                         
                         
                         
          Pienaar's eyes are fierce. He needs them to see how serious
          he is.
                         
                          PIENAAR
           You know me better than that.
                          (BEAT)
           Times change. We need to change,
           too.
                         
          It is clear that much of his team disagrees with him.
                         
                          DISSOLVE TO:
                         
                         
          INT. MANDELA'S OFFICES - NIGHT
                         
          CLOSE-UP ON A TV -- horrible, startling images of the
          OKLAHOMA CITY BOMBING.
                         
           TV ANNOUNCER (ON TV)
           We're looking at the remains of the
           Federal Building in Oklahoma City,
           America, which was destroyed today
           in a massive explosion.
                         
          PULL BACK to reveal that we are in Mandela's offices.
          Barbara, Mary, other assistants look on. So do the
          bodyguards. All faces stunned, appalled.
                         
          Mandela approaches slowly from his office, drawn in by the
          horrible, irresistible images. He stands behind his people.
                         
                          TV ANNOUNCER
           No one has claimed responsibility
           yet, but authorities say that the
           timing and target mark this as the
           work of white, right-wing fanatics.
           An act of revenge for the FBI
           killings in Waco, Texas.
                         
          Jason and Linga share a pointed look. South Africa is a
          global leader in white, right-wing fanatics.
                         
                          TV ANNOUNCER
           The explosive, a truck bomb, was
           apparently a simple mixture of
           commonly available industrial and
           agricultural materials.
                         
                          JASON
                          (TO LINGA)
           That's all we need.
                          (MORE)
           74.
                         
                          JASON (CONT'D)
           A homemade explosive from materials
           every boer already has.
                         
          Then, Jason realizes that Mandela is standing right next to
          him.
                         
                          TV ANNOUNCER
           So far, the official death toll
           stands at over a 100 people, which
           includes at least 12 children from
           a day care center in the Federal
           building.
                         
          Mandela turns to Barbara.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Please call President Clinton for
           me. I wish to offer him our
           condolences.
                         
          Mandela turns to Jason, eyes deep and dark.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Do you see why forgiveness is
           essential, Jason?
                          (BEAT)
           Revenge only begets revenge.
                         
          As Mandela walks back to his office, there is a look of utter
          sorrow on his face.
                         
                          DISSOLVE TO:
                         
                         
          EXT. FREEWAY - DAY
                         
          A luxury bus heads along the freeway.
                         
                         
          INT. LUXURY BUS - DAY
                         
          The Springbok squad rides in style. Most are wearing
          tracksuits, most are asleep. Pienaar is awake.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          EXT. TOWNSHIP - DAY
                         
          The same township where Sipho rejected the Springbok rugby
          jersey.
                         
          At one edge we find what passes for a SOCCER FIELD. Just a
          littered rectangular expanse of Highveld winter dirt.
           75.
                         
                         
                         
          TV VANS and a very nervous SPRINGBOK MANAGEMENT CREW drive to
          the edge of the field, stop, get out --
                         
          -- and are immediately mobbed by THREADBARE, EXCITED KIDS,
          many of them begging for cash and candy. SIPHO in the thick
          of things.
                         
          One of the Springbok management crew pulls a ROLLED BANNER on
          two spiked poles out of their van.
                         
          Mallet and banner in hand, the management crew head to the
          edge of the field, mobbed by shouting, whistling township
          kids.
                         
          They hammer one pole into the ground, unroll the banner (seen
          from the back so that we can't read the words), get set to
          hammer the second pole into the ground --
                         
          -- except that there is a SMASHED BEER BOTTLE in the way.
          Broken glass everywhere.
                         
          They look at the broken glass, then turn and look across the
          field.
                         
          Broken glass glints in the low sun, all over the field.
                         
           SPRINGBOK MANAGEMENT CREW#1
           They can't play on this.
                         
           SPRINGBOK MANAGEMENT CREW#2
           When are they due?
                         
           SPRINGBOK MANAGEMENT CREW#1
           Fifteen minutes.
                         
           SPRINGBOK MANAGEMENT CREW#2
           Plenty of time.
                         
          He reaches into his wallet, pulls out a R100 note (about
          $17), holds it up high. The kids yell for it.
                         
           SPRINGBOK MANAGEMENT CREW#2
           THIS GOES TO WHOEVER COLLECTS THE
           MOST GLASS!
                         
          Mayhem, as kids sprint out across the field, hunting for
          glass. Sipho goes for the tiniest, most treacherous shards.
                         
                          CUT TO:
           76.
                         
                         
                         
                         
          INT. LUXURY BUS - DAY
                         
          The bus hits a rut in the dirt road with an almighty jolt,
          which wakes the sleeping Springboks.
                         
          They look out of the windows and see the absolutely hellish
          outskirts of the township. Every possible incarnation of
          poverty, as far as the eye can see.
                         
          This shocks them. Most of them have never been anywhere like
          this township.
                         
                          SPRINGBOK LOCK
           Shit, I'm glad I don't live here.
                         
                         
          EXT. TOWNSHIP - DAY
                         
          The driver sounds the horn, as they pull into the township.
                         
                         
          INT. LUXURY BUS - DAY
                         
          The bus pulls up at the field --
                         
                         
          EXT. TOWNSHIP - DAY
                         
          -- which is covered with kids on their hands and knees.
                         
                         
          INT. LUXURY BUS - DAY
                         
                          SPRINGBOK HOOKER
           What the hell are they doing?
                         
          The driver sounds the horn again, and the kids on the field
          sprint for the bus, hands and pockets full of broken glass.
                         
                          PIENAAR
           Don't forget, we've got TV cameras
           on us at all times.
                         
                          SPRINGBOK LOCK
                          (MUTTERING)
           What a bloody joke.
                         
                         
          EXT. TOWNSHIP - DAY
                         
          As the kids approach the bus, they dump their broken glass
          under the banner, which reads --
           77.
                         
                         
                         
           ONE TEAM, ONE COUNTRY
                         
          -- brown, green, white, blue shards tinkling and piling up,
          like lethal jewels, backlit in the low winter sun.
                         
          One of the big kids gets the R100. Attention focussed on
                         THAT --
                         
          -- until the bus door opens with a loud hiss of hydraulics
          and the Springboks exit, one by one.
                         
          Pienaar first, with a huge NET BAG OF PRACTISE BALLS over his
          shoulder.
                         
          The Springboks are all so big, so strong, so healthy, they
          look like gods, or aliens, emerging from a spaceship. The
          kids go quiet, awed and uncomfortable.
                         
          Until Chester Williams steps off the bus, and there is a
          collective sigh of recognition and wonder.
                         
          Now, the kids can relate to the Springboks. Even Sipho, who
          looks on from the side of the field.
                         
          Springbok management notes it.
                         
          The TV crews note it.
                         
          Pienaar notes it.
                         
                          PIENAAR
           Okay Chester -- I reckon you're up.
                         
                          CHESTER WILLIAMS
                          (PANICKING)
           What am I supposed to do?
                         
                          PIENAAR
           What you do best.
                         
          Pienaar turns to the throng.
                         
                          PIENAAR
           WHO WANTS TO PLAY RUGBY?
          A roar. They all do.
                         
          Pienaar opens the net bag full of rugby balls, gives a ball
          to Chester.
                         
                          PIENAAR
           Let rip.
           78.
                         
                         
                         
          Chester boots the ball out over the crowd, high and
          incredibly far in the thin winter air. (60 yards, easily.)
                         
          Pienaar tosses balls to the others.
                         
                          PIENAAR
           Let's do our best.
                         
          One after another, the Springboks kick the balls high into
          the air.
                         
                          PIENAAR
           Go get them!
                         
          The kids go after them. Sipho stays on the sideline.
                         
          BEGIN RUGBY CLINIC MONTAGE
                         
          Barely controlled chaos. Each Springbok works with one ball
          and a group of kids. There are THREE THEMES to this montage.
                         
          FIRST, a primer on the basic rules of rugby, with
          demonstrations.
                         
                          SPRINGBOK HOOKER
           Who here knows the first rule of
           rugby?
                         
                          TOWNSHIP KID
           Me!
                         
                          SPRINGBOK HOOKER
           What is it?
                         
                          TOWNSHIP KID
           Only hit the other players when the
           ref isn't looking!
                         
          Laughter. A good ice-breaker.
                         
                          PIENAAR
           No. The first rule of rugby is you
           can only pass the ball backwards or
           sideways.
                         
          Pienaar demonstrates. (NOTE: All the rules are
          demonstrated.)
                         
                          VARIOUS SPRINGBOKS
           - If you drop the ball, or pass it
           forwards, you scrum for possession.
           - This is a scrum.
           - You kick forwards.
                          (MORE)
           79.
                         
           VARIOUS SPRINGBOKS (cont'd)
           If you kick it out of bounds, you
           throw it back in to a lineout.
           - This is a lineout.
           - You score in four ways: a try,
           when you dot the ball down behind
           the try line. That's five points.
           - Another two points when you
           convert the try by kicking the ball
           through the uprights.
           - Three points for a penalty kick.
           - Three points for a drop kick.
           - Have you got all that?
                         
                          KIDS
           No!
                         
                          SPRINGBOK HOOKER
           Agh, bugger it, let's just run and
           pass. Whoever drops the ball does
           pushups!
                         
          SECOND, as the players work with the kids, they get into it.
          Much to their own surprise, they enjoy the energy, they enjoy
          the kids, they enjoy the giving. Even the grumpiest, most
          conservative Springbok.
                         
                          SPRINGBOK LOCK
           Okay. Who wants to scrum against
           me?
                         
          One huge man scrums against a horde of kids. He pushes them
          backwards with a roar -- then lets them push him backwards.
          They love it, the cameras love it.
                         
          THE THIRD THEME shows the emergence of Chester Williams as
          the face of the Springboks. The crowd of kids around him is
          twice as big as any other player's crew. Given Chester's
          basically shy nature, he finds it all a bit overwhelming.
          The TV cameras follow him even more closely than they follow
          Pienaar.
                         
          AT ONE POINT, an errant pass puts a rugby ball right at
          Sipho's feet. He hesitates, then picks it up. He doesn't
          just hold it, he feels it.
          END THE MONTAGE as the luxury bus pulls away, surrounded by a
          horde of cheering kids, many of whom hold new rugby balls
          under their arms.
                         
          One blast on the horn, one answering cheer from the kids and
          the bus slowly accelerates away.
                         
                          CUT TO:
           80.
                         
                         
                         
                         
          INT. UNION BUILDING CONFERENCE ROOM - EVENING
                         
          A cabinet meeting in the rainbow nation, with Mandela at the
          head of the table.
                         
          The MINISTER OF THE ENVIRONMENT is making a presentation
          about a campaign to put an end to littering by plastic bags.
          Behind him is a VERY DRAMATIC SLIDE IMAGE of a rural barbed
          wire fence festooned with wind-blown plastic bags.
                         
           MINISTER OF THE ENVIRONMENT
           -- and in addition to the
           nationwide PR campaign, we propose
           that all retail outlets charge a
           nominal fee for plastic bags --
                         
          Mary enters quietly, slips a piece of paper in front of
          Mandela, who reads it, holds up his hand.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Mr. Minister, please forgive me.
           This sounds excellent, and we will
           return to it, but if you'll indulge
           me for just one minute --
                         
          Mandela nods to Mary, who switches on a big TV on the wall --
          which shows NEWS FOOTAGE OF THE COACHING CLINIC in the
          township.
                         
          When we see the FOOTAGE OF THE LOCK SCRUMMING WITH THE KIDS,
          Mandela laughs, delighted, turns to his cabinet.
                         
                          MANDELA
           You see, that picture is worth any
           number of speeches.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. PIENAAR PARENT'S HOUSE - NIGHT
                         
          Mr. and Mrs. Pienaar watch the same report ON TV. Mr.
          Pienaar has quite a different reaction to Mandela's.
                         
           MR. PIENAAR
           Tell me something -- how does this
           help them win rugby matches?
                         
                          DISSOLVE TO:
           81.
                         
                         
                         
                         
          EXT. CAPE TOWN - AERIAL VIEW - DAY
                         
          ESTABLISHING SHOT from the air of Cape Town, one of the most
          beautiful cities in the world. We see the Cape Peninsula,
          the harbor, the city itself draped around the shoulders of
          Table Mountain like a multi-colored Mediterranean shawl.
                         
          On its descent towards Cape Town airport, a SOUTH AFRICAN
          AIRWAYS JET flies across the view with the smiling face of
          Chester Williams painted on the fuselage.
                         
           BOLAND BOTHA (V.O.)
           This is Boland Botha coming to you
           live from Cape Town airport --
                         
                         
          EXT. CAPE TOWN AIRPORT - DAY
                         
          From a position near an IDLING LUXURY BUS, Boland speaks into
          his mike.
                         
                          BOLAND BOTHA
           -- where the Springbok flight has
           just landed.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
          ON THE APRON, the team disembarks.
                         
          The boys are dressed in Springbok blazers, slacks and ties.
          A magnificent sight. Gladiators in top shape, faces
          appropriately stern.
                         
                         
          INT. CAPE TOWN AIRPORT - DAY
                         
          People -- white people -- clap and cheer as the team enters
          the building.
                         
           BOLAND BOTHA (V.O.)
           The green and gold have one week to
           put the finishing touches to their
           gruelling training program --
                         
          The team feeds on the energy. They walk taller, faster,
          closer together.
                         
           BOLAND BOTHA (V.O.)
           -- and I, for one, have to admit to
           being cautiously excited.
           82.
                         
                         
                         
                         
          EXT. CAPE TOWN AIRPORT - DAY
                         
          ON BOLAND BOTHA, next to the bus.
                         
                          BOLAND BOTHA
                          (INTO MIKE)
           I say cautiously, because in my
           humble opinion --
                         
          Behind Boland, the Springboks get into the bus, fast.
                         
                          BOLAND BOTHA
           -- this team has been over-trained
           on the field, and over-committed
           off it.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. MANDELA'S CAPE TOWN HOUSE - DAY
                         
          A beautiful Cape Dutch style mansion. Mandela stands in his
          HOME OFFICE, watches Boland on TV. The MINISTER OF SPORTS is
          with him.
                         
           BOLAND BOTHA (ON TV)
           Which makes beating a powerhouse
           Australian side in the Cup opener
           next week a tall order, especially
           since this is an inexperienced team
           with a history of coming up short
           in big matches. This is Boland
                          BOTHA --
                         
          Mandela switches off the TV.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Around the world -- objectively --
           what are they saying about our
           chances against Australia?
                         
           MINISTER OF SPORT
           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.
                         
                          MANDELA
           So it is very important that we
           beat Australia.
           (to Minister of Sport)
           Thank you.
           83.
                         
                         
                         
          The Minister leaves.
                         
          Alone in his office, Mandela sits, thinks, gets a sheet of
          paper with his PERSONAL LETTERHEAD on it, uncaps his fountain
          pen.
                         
          OVER MANDELA'S SHOULDER, we see him write, and then
          underline, the title INVICTUS by W.E. Henley.
                         
          BARBARA KNOCKS, pokes her head in.
                         
                          BARBARA
           The Cabinet Ministers are here to
           brief you on the trip to Taiwan.
                         
                          MANDELA
           I'll be right out.
                         
          From memory, Mandela writes the first line of the poem:
                         
           Out of the night that covers me ...
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          EXT. NEWLANDS - DAY
                         
          The luxury bus comes around a bend in a leafy suburb of Cape
          Town, right under the flanks of Table Mountain.
                         
          Ahead, we see NEWLANDS STADIUM, home of the World Cup opener
          between the Springboks and Australia.
                         
          A magnificent old stadium in a beautiful setting.
                         
                         
          INT. LUXURY BUS - DAY
                         
          All eyes on the stadium as the bus idles past, very slowly.
          This is a coach move.
                         
                          COACH
           One week, boys.
                         
          Excited faces become grave, serious. The bus goes quiet.
                         
          Coach nods to himself, pleased.
                         
                         
          EXT. NEWLANDS STADIUM - DAY
                         
          The bus pulls away.
           84.
                         
                         
                         
          WE STAY AT NEWLANDS STADIUM -- and SWOOP UPWARDS until we are
          looking down on the stadium and surrounding streets.
                         
          This AERIAL SHOT BECOMES A BIG MAP --
                         
                         
          INT. NEWLANDS STADIUM - SECURITY CENTER - DAY
                         
          -- pinned to a board in the security center.
                         
                          JASON
           We need snipers on top of the
           stadium and these surrounding
           buildings.
                         
          Jason leads the meeting. He uses an old-fashioned pointer.
          All of Mandela's security detail present, plus LOCAL COP
          BRASS.
                         
                          LOCAL COP
           Not a problem.
                         
                          JASON
           We want these two approaches
           completely sanitized.
                         
                          LOCAL COP
           Two approaches?
                          JASON
           We're not going to decide which way
           we bring him in until the very last
           moment.
                          (BEAT)
           We need uniforms, plain clothes,
           sharp-shooters ...
                         
                          LINGA
           And sniffer dogs.
                         
                          JASON
           Yes. No truck bombs, no Oklahoma
           City.
                         
          The locals stir, share a look. This is going to be a
          nightmare.
                         
                          JASON
           We've got an army unit on standby
           at Silvermine, if you need more
           men.
                         
          Not an option the cops favor, judging by their faces.
           85.
                         
                         
                         
                          JASON
           We're not taking any chances, okay.
           The President's going to be very
           exposed.
                          (BEAT)
           Much too exposed.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. PRESIDENT'S MERCEDES - DAY
                         
          The silver Mercedes tools into Cape Town past Groote Schuur.
          Mandela travels with Barbara, who opens her first file of the
          journey -- but is forestalled by her boss.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Barbara, I have been studying.
                         
                          BARBARA
           For the summit in Taiwan? Good.
                         
                          MANDELA
           No. Not exactly.
                         
          Mandela hands Barbara a folded SPORTS SECTION.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Test me.
                         
          Barbara unfolds the sports section --
                         
          -- to reveal COLOR PHOTOGRAPHS OF THE SPRINGBOK SQUAD. A
          collector's pull-out.
                         
          Barbara looks at the photos, shakes her head.
                         
                          BARBARA
           They look like thugs.
                         
          Mandela just smiles at that remark.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Block out the names. See if I can
           recognize them.
                         
          Barbara gives her boss a put-upon look -- this is such a
          waste of time! -- but blocks out the first row of names.
          Mandela points at the first photo.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Andre Joubert.
                          (NEXT PHOTO)
                          (MORE)
           86.
                         
                          MANDELA (CONT'D)
           Gavin Johnson.
                          (BEAT)
           Did I get them right?
                         
                          BARBARA
           Yes, Madiba.
                         
                          MANDELA
           (immensely pleased with
                          HIMSELF)
           This is how I used to study in law
           school.
           (next photo is of Chester)
           Unfortunately, Chester is far too
           easy to identify. But that will
           change. It must.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          EXT. CAPE TOWN STREETS - EVENING
                         
          The entire Springbok squad has been on a training run through
          Cape Town, on ordinary streets, through ordinary people.
                         
          (This is unthinkable in top-level sports anywhere else. It
          really happened.)
                         
          When they are recognized, drivers toot their horns,
          pedestrians cheer, kids on bicycles ride with them (mostly
          still white).
                         
          As they approach the hotel grounds, Pienaar surges to the
          front, so that he can give them a message as they pass
          through the hotel gate.
                         
                          PIENAAR
           Players-only meeting in the team
           room after dinner.
                         
                         
          INT. SPRINGBOK TEAM ROOM - CAPE TOWN HOTEL - NIGHT
                         
          Normally a conference room, now equipped with fridge, pool
          table, ping pong, sofas, TV etc.
                         
          The entire team has assembled, minus Pienaar. A quiet air.
          Serious, relaxed.
                         
          Pienaar enters, holding a sheaf of XEROXED PAGES, begins to
          hand them out.
                         
                          SPRINGBOK HOOKER
           What's this? Homework?
           87.
                         
                         
                         
                          PIENAAR
           Sort of.
                         
          The players look down at the pages.
                         
          ON A PAGE: the words to Nkosi Sikelel' iAfrika, in Xhosa.
                         
          One by one, the players look from the page to Pienaar.
                         
                          SPRINGBOK WING
           Cappie? What's this?
                         
                          PIENAAR
           We need to learn it. We can't just
           mouth the words anymore.
                         
                          SPRINGBOK HOOKER
           Nobody cares, as long as we win
           matches.
                         
                          PIENAAR
           They do care.
                         
                          SPRINGBOK LOCK
           It's their song, not ours.
                         
                          SPRINGBOK WING
           It's a terrorist song.
                         
                          SPRINGBOK PROP
           They used to arrest you for singing
           it.
                         
                          PIENAAR
           And now it's one of our anthems.
                         
          But he's talking to a deeply conservative group of guys.
                         
                          SPRINGBOK HOOKER
           Cap. You know I leave my guts on
           the field for you, and you know I'd
           follow you into a fight anywhere,
           any time. But this ...
                         
          The hooker crumples the page, is about to throw it away.
                         
                          SPRINGBOK HOOKER
           ... I can't even read it. I
           definitely can't pronounce the
           words.
                         
          One look at his men, and Pienaar knows he has hit a wall.
           88.
                         
                         
                         
                          PIENAAR
           Okay, boys. It's optional. Take
           it if you want to.
                         
          The players are relieved. Pienaar looks down at the sheet of
          paper for a moment, then looks up at the guys.
                         
                          PIENAAR
           It means "God Bless Africa".
                          (BEAT)
           Which you have to admit, we could
           use.
                         
          Nonetheless, most of the players crumple the pages, toss them
          into the closest trash can.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. TV STUDIO
                         
                          BOLAND BOTHA
           Tell us, Mr. President, have you
           always been a rugby fan?
                         
          Mandela appears with Boland Botha on his show, under a ONE
          TEAM, ONE NATION banner.
                         
                          MANDELA
           People do not realize that I once
           played rugby myself, when I was a
           student at Fort Hare. It is a very
           rough game. Almost as rough as
           politics.
                         
          Boland laughs.
                         
          BEGIN BOLAND BOTHA/MANDELA INTERVIEW SEQUENCE
                         
          SHOTS OF BOOZE BEING DELIVERED to people's houses all over
          the country by BOTTLE STORE DELIVERY VANS (a very South
          African alcoholic enabling service). Lots and lots of booze.
                         
           BOLAND BOTHA (V.O.)
           How do you think the Springboks
           will do?
                         
           MANDELA (V.O.)
           I think they will do very well.
           Their level of commitment is
           tremendous.
           89.
                         
                         
                         
          THE SPRINGBOKS TRAIN on an isolated field at the SILVERMINE
          ARMY BASE outside Cape Town. Tactics and refinements, not
          fitness training.
                         
           BOLAND BOTHA (V.O.)
           Now, it's been said that you used
           to support any team who played
           against the Springboks.
                         
           MANDELA (V.O.)
           Obviously, that is no longer true.
           I am one hundred percent behind our
           boys.
                         
          JASON, ETIENNE, LINGA and HENDRICK stand anxiously outside
          Newlands Stadium. One of them points to the top of a tall
          building nearby -- a Eureka! moment, for reasons we don't yet
          understand.
                         
          BACK TO THE STUDIO:
                         
                          MANDELA
           After all, if I cannot change when
           circumstances demand it, how can I
           ask others to?
                         
          END BOLAND BOTHA/MANDELA INTERVIEW SEQUENCE
                         
                         
          EXT. CAPE TOWN - DAY
                         
          A SOUTH AFRICAN DEFENSE FORCE HELICOPTER hovers over the tall
          building next to Newlands stadium.
                         
                         
          INT. SADF HELICOPTER - DAY
                         
          IN THE HELICOPTER, Mandela, Jason, Linga, all wearing radio
          headsets. All wearing suits, as if for a state occasion.
                         
                          JASON
                          (ON RADIO)
           We're going to land you on top of
           that building. We'll own the road
           between it and the stadium.
                         
          Mandela likes it.
                         
          Jason gives the pilot a nod and they take off down the
          peninsula towards Silvermine Army base.
                         
          FROM THE HELICOPTER, MANDELA LOOKS down at his country, and
          finds it good.
           90.
                         
                         
                         
                         
          EXT. CAPE - DAY
                         
          Helicopter against spectacular scenery.
                         
                         
          INT. SADF HELICOPTER - DAY
                         
          Mandela points down. Jason and Linga look.
                         
          POV FROM THE AIR: They can see the Springboks practising
          right below them, on the army base.
                         
          Mandela pulls out the SPORTS SECTION with the Springbok team
          on it. His study guide. He takes a last minute glance at it
          as the helicopter loses altitude.
                         
                         
          EXT. SILVERMINE ARMY BASE - RUGBY FIELDS - DAY
                         
          Mandela's helicopter lands at the edge of the field, and
          brings practise to a halt.
                         
          ON COACH -- not happy, but what's he going to do.
                         
          Mandela springs out of the helicopter, energized, excited.
          Linga and Jason with him.
                         
          The players assemble in a loose, semi-formal unit. Not a
          line, but orderly. (We may or may not notice that Chester
          Williams is missing.)
                         
          Pienaar stands at the front, relaxed. He's an old hand with
          Mandela, by now.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Francois, gentlemen -- forgive me
           for interrupting your work the day
           before such an important match ...
                          (BEAT)
           ... I just wanted to wish you good
           luck, in person.
                         
          There is a naughty twinkle in Mandela's eye.
                         
                          MANDELA
           And sometimes, very seldom, as
           President, I am allowed to do what
           I want.
                         
          They all laugh.
           91.
                         
                         
                         
          Mandela wades in amongst them, leaving Linga and Jason
          behind.
                         
          Picture this: Behind the barbed wire security of a modern,
          South African military base, a tall, regal black man in his
          70's is surrounded by huge, sweating, battered, brutal-
          looking white men --
                         
                          PIENAAR
                          (DOING INTRODUCTIONS)
           Mr. President, this is --
                         
                          MANDELA
           I know who this is.
                          (SHAKING HANDS)
           Good luck, Andre.
           (shaking hands with all of
                          THEM)
           Good luck Brendan, we're behind you
           all. Japie -- etc
                         
          -- every single one of whose names he has committed to
          memory. Statesmanship is often about attention to detail.
                         
          The players are awe-struck.
                         
          (FOR THE RECORD: Andre, Gavin, James, Japie, Christiaan,
          Brendan, Hennie, Joel, Johan, Joost, Marius, James, Chris,
          Pieter, Garry, Mark, Kobus, Hannes, Krynauw, Ruben, Francois,
          Robby, Adriaan, Rudolf.)
                         
          CUT AWAY to Jason and Linga, who are amazed by what they're
          seeing.
                         
                          LINGA
           Did you ever imagine this?
                         
                          JASON
           How could I?
                         
          By the time Mandela has shaken every single player's hand, he
          has won the team over, coach and manager included. They
          glow.
                         
          And then, Mandela frowns, steps back, looks at all of them.
                         
                          MANDELA
           But where is Chester?
                         
          Pienaar doesn't answer immediately, he looks at his coach
          first. Coach nods.
           92.
                         
                         
                         
                          PIENAAR
           He's injured, sir. His hamstring.
           We're trying to keep it quiet.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Is he out for the whole tournament?
                         
                          PIENAAR
           With hamstrings, who knows?
                          (BEAT)
           We'll miss him.
                         
                          MANDELA
           The whole country will miss him.
                         
          A somewhat sour note to leave on. But it's about to be
          rescued.
                         
                          SPRINGBOK PROP
           Mr. President, sir --
                         
                          MANDELA
           Yes, Hennie.
                         
                          SPRINGBOK PROP
           -- this is for you. From us.
                         
          The huge, thick man holds out a GREEN CAP with gold piping
          and a Springbok leaping above the visor.
                         
          Mandela takes the cap as if he has just been given a holy
          relic.
                         
                          MANDELA
           I am honored. Truly honored.
                         
          Mandela runs his finger over the embroidered Springbok
          leaping across the front of the cap.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Good luck gentlemen. Your country
           supports you, completely.
                         
          The team applauds, beaming, glowing.
                         
          Mandela turns to go back to the helicopter.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Francois, walk with me.
                         
          Pienaar walks Mandela back towards the helicopter.
           93.
                         
                         
                         
                          MANDELA
           I have something for you.
                         
          Mandela reaches into his jacket, pulls out an ENVELOPE WITH
          THE PRESIDENT'S LETTERHEAD on it. Gives it to Pienaar.
                         
                          MANDELA
           This helped me, many times.
           Perhaps it will help you, too.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
          Pienaar holds the envelope, stares upwards at the rising,
          departing helicopter, as do the rest of the team -- until
          Coach blows his whistle.
                         
                          COACH
           Enough fun and games! We've still
           got work to do.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. NEWLANDS STADIUM - SECURITY CENTER - NIGHT
                         
          Jason paces restlessly, going over his mental check list,
          making sure he hasn't missed anything.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. MANDELA'S CAPE TOWN HOUSE - NIGHT
                         
          Mandela reads, scrawls comments, signs papers from a big "In"
          pile. Mary enters with his glass of milk and his pills.
                         
                          MARY
           It's time for bed.
                         
                          MANDELA
           I think I'll stay up a little
           longer. The country is excited
           tonight.
                         
                          MARY
           You need to sleep. The doctor
           said.
                         
                          MANDELA
           The doctor has no sense of
           occasion.
           94.
                         
                         
                         
          Mandela turns on the TV, begins flipping channels. Rugby,
          rugby, rugby. Mandela is sucked in.
                         
          Mary sighs.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. COACH'S ROOM - CAPE TOWN HOTEL - NIGHT
                         
          The coach and the manager. Cats on a hot tin roof.
                         
                          COACH
           There's nothing more we can do.
           The game plan's good. It's just a
           matter of the boys executing it
           tomorrow.
                         
                          MANAGER
           That's Pienaar's job. It's in his
           hands, now.
                         
                         
          INT. PIENAAR'S ROOM - CAPE TOWN HOTEL - NIGHT
                         
          Room dark but for one small desk light. Pienaar stands at
          the window, looking out across Cape Town. He is deep in
          thought.
                         
          Pienaar turns away from the window, goes to the desk, where,
          under one small light, we see "Invictus", the poem Mandela
          wrote out by hand.
                         
          Pienaar begins reading it. There is a soft knock at his
          door. Pienaar goes to it, opens it. It is Nerine,
          accompanied by a cop.
                         
          Pienaar nods at the cop, steps back so that Nerine can enter.
          As soon as the door closes behind her, Nerine says:
                         
                          NERINE
           You know the best thing about you
           being the captain?
                         
                          PIENAAR
           Uh ... the honor?
                         
                          NERINE
           You don't have to share a room.
                         
          Nerine gives Pienaar a scorching kiss. He resists ... then
          responds -- then pulls away.
           95.
                         
                         
                         
                          NERINE
                          (BREATHLESS)
           Francois, come on. It's been
           weeks.
                         
                          PIENAAR
           Uh uh. I need to be angry for
           tomorrow.
                         
          Nerine takes a deep breath, nods, turns away -- and sees the
          poem on Mandela's personal letterhead.
                         
                          NERINE
           What's this?
                         
                          PIENAAR
           A poem. From the President.
                         
                          NERINE
           How does a poem help you play
           rugby?
                         
                          PIENAAR
           The same way your visit does.
                          (BEAT)
           Inspiration.
                         
          OVER, REFEREE'S WHISTLE BLOWS HARD AND SHARP.
                         
           SMASH CUT TO:
                         
                         
          EXT. NEWLANDS STADIUM - DAY
                         
          A massive crowd roars.
                         
          The Wallaby flyhalf runs forward, puts his boot into the
          ball, sends it soaring towards the waiting Springboks.
                         
          The Springbok lock rises high into the air, supported on all
          sides, takes the ball out of the air perfectly --
                         
          -- just as the Wallaby pack closes in and huge men meet with
          an adrenaline-fueled crunch of bodies.
                         
          The World Cup has begun at last.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
          But not for Chester Williams. Clad in Springbok blazer and
          tie, he sits behind the coach, the manager and the reserves,
          in the stands -- and almost succeeds in hiding his utter
          disappointment at not being on the field.
           96.
                         
                         
                         
                         
          INT. NEWLANDS STADIUM - VIP BOX - DAY
                         
          Mandela looks on, calmly. The Minister of Sport isn't late
          for this match. The President of Rugby is pale with nerves.
                         
          Behind Mandela, stand Linga and Hendrick. The VIP box is a
          safe place, but Jason isn't taking any chances.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          EXT. NEWLANDS STADIUM - DAY
                         
          Jason prowls through the stadium, talking constantly on his
          radio. Hunter's adrenaline.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT./EXT. NEWLANDS STADIUM - DAY
                         
          Back to action on the field.
                         
          The highlights we see here should match the rugby primer we
          saw in the township. This continues the education of those
          who do not know rugby.
                         
          So, for instance, we see a ball knocked forward, and the
          resulting scrum.
                         
          We see a ball kicked out of bounds, and the resulting
          lineout.
                         
          We see scintillating passing, rucking, mauling, tackling,
          strategic kicking at it's very best. Both teams are crisp
          and strong.
                         
          INTERCUT SHOTS OF THE RUGBY MATCH --
                         
          -- with SHOTS OF THE SECURITY ARRANGEMENTS (snipers, lots and
          lots of uniformed cops inside and out, sniffer dogs etc. all
          overseen by Jason) --
                         
          -- with SHOTS OF THE CROWD, which, unlike the earlier test
          against the Lions, is completely and passionately united
          behind the Springboks (all commentators talk about the
          extraordinary passion of the crowd, that day) --
                         
          -- always returning to the VIP BOX, where something
          interesting is taking place right behind Mandela: Linga
          Moonsamy, the rugby scorner, the soccer lover, loses his
          scowling reserve and gets sucked into the game.
           97.
                         
                         
                         
          When a ball soars between the uprights and everyone in the
          box groans, Linga leans towards Hendrick and asks:
                         
                          LINGA
           What happened?
                         
                          HENDRICK
           They scored.
                         
          When another ball soars between the uprights and the crowd
          roars, Linga asks again:
                         
                          LINGA
           What happened?
                         
                          HENDRICK
           We scored.
                         
          A third ball through the uprights. Before Linga can ask:
                         
                          HENDRICK
           They scored again.
                         
          A fourth ball, to the joy of the others in the box.
                         
                          LINGA
           We scored?
                         
                          HENDRICK
           Ja. We're tied.
                         
          A fifth ball through the uprights, and the crowd goes wild.
                         
                          HENDRICK
           We're up by three.
                         
          ACTION ON THE FIELD, as a Wallaby drive combining backs and
          forwards moves relentlessly towards the Springbok try line.
          Six times the drive is stopped by Springbok tackling, but the
          Wallabies keep possession and, on the seventh wave of the
          assault score a beautiful open try, which is converted.
                         
          A ripple of concern goes through the crowd --
                         
          -- and the VIP box.
                         
                          LINGA
           They're ahead?
                         
                          HENDRICK
           By four.
                         
          Nerves in the box.
           98.
                         
                         
                         
          But not on the field, as Pienaar starts a drive with a tackle
          we feel ourselves, resulting in a change of possession --
                         
          -- and a stunning, open field try scored in the corner by the
          Springbok wing, who raises his fist in the air, after juking
          the last Wallaby to try and tackle him.
                         
          The crowd roars.
                         
          In the VIP box, Mandela is on his feet, shaking hands with
          everyone he can reach, including Linga and Hendrick, and the
          waiter.
                         
          The difficult, angled conversion is missed.
                         
                          LINGA
           What does that mean?
                         
                          HENDRICK
           We're only ahead by one.
                         
          Another penalty kick.
                         
                          HENDRICK
           We're ahead by four.
                         
          A drop goal.
                         
                          HENDRICK
           By seven.
                         
          An incredible try by the Springbok fly half.
                         
                          HENDRICK
           By fourteen.
                         
          Everyone dares to dream. The classic South African penchant
          for pessimism begins to abate.
                         
          Two things to note: The crowd roar grows and grows and grows
          and is echoed in the VIP box. Even Jason turns to look at
          the action on the field -- but only for a second. Also, this
          match serves as the coming-out party for the SPRINGBOK FLY
          HALF, who scores 22 of South Africa's 27 points this day.
                         
          SUDDENLY, A REFEREE'S WHISTLE CREATES PANDEMONIUM on the
          field, in the stands, and in the VIP box.
                         
                          LINGA
           What happened?
                         
                          HENDRICK
           We won!
           99.
                         
                         
                         
                          LINGA
           We did?
                         
          Mandela shoots to his feet, pushes his chair away and begins
          the famous "Mandela shuffle" -- a very cool African boogie
          that is one of his signature moves. ON THE MANDELA SHUFFLE --
                         
                          DISSOLVE TO:
                         
                         
          INT. VIP PARTY - NIGHT
                         
          -- the same shuffle hours later, at a VIP party. Mandela has
          changed clothes, wears one of his Indonesian-inspired "Madiba
          shirts" and dances energetically with the absolutely stunning
          TROPHY WIFE of one of the VIP's.
                         
                          TROPHY WIFE
           You must be very pleased!
                         
                          MANDELA
           What man would not be pleased to be
           dancing with a beautiful woman like
           you?
                         
                          TROPHY WIFE
           Oh, Mr. President, you're
           exaggerating.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Indeed not. My father was a Xhosa
           chief, and therefore a polygamist.
           As you know, I am not.
                          (BEAT)
           But when I look at you ... I envy
           my father.
                         
          The man is a major flirt, and really enjoying himself. But,
          once again, he is dancing with a stranger --
                         
          -- and, when we get close to his eyes, we realize that
          Mandela is pushing himself way past empty.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. JASON'S HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
                         
          Jason is asleep on his face, in his suit and shoes.
                         
                          CUT TO:
           100.
                         
                         
                         
                         
          EXT. CAPE TOWN WATERFRONT - NIGHT
                         
          Big party, spilling onto the streets. Most of the partiers
          are white. Black South Africans look on, or serve drinks.
                         
          We follow the crowd into a big sports bar --
                         
                         
          INT. SPORTS BAR - NIGHT
                         
          -- where the Springboks are pounding beers and blowing off
          the steam of months of training grind, plus a huge win.
                         
          Even though most of the players are with their wives or
          girlfriends, pretty, single women crowd them, two and three
          deep, men pay for round after round of beers.
                         
          Pienaar and Nerine are part of the action. Then Pienaar gets
          a TEXT MESSAGE which makes him shake his head, give Nerine a
          chagrined look.
                         
          He grabs the Springbok closest to him, puts his mouth near
          the player's ear and screams again the hubbub:
                         
                          PIENAAR
           COACH'S RUN, NINE A.M. SHARP. PASS
           IT ON.
                         
          The Springbok shakes his head -- bloody coach -- grabs the
          player next to him, repeats it.
                         
          Pienaar watches the message travelling through his team --
          and grins.
                         
          Then, something catches his eye on one of the big overhead
          TV's.
                         
          ON THE TV: news footage of the Mandela victory boogie. The
          boogie is followed by a quick "How far we have come" type of
          montage. One of the images shows an island ringed by rough
          surf.
                         
          Pienaar gets an idea.
                         
                          DISSOLVE TO:
                         
                         
          EXT. CAPE TOWN STREETS - DAY
                         
          Pienaar leads his hung-over, sleep-deprived team on a very
          slow jog through the mostly empty streets.
           101.
                         
                         
                         
          When he gets to an intersection, he sneaks a peek down at the
          palm of his left hand.
                         
          CLOSE-UP ON PIENAAR'S HAND, where he has drawn a crude street
          map.
                         
          Pienaar takes a left at the intersection.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
          Another intersection, another peek at the map on his hand,
          and another left turn, takes the team --
                         
                         
          EXT. CAPE TOWN WATERFRONT - DAY
                         
          -- back onto the waterfront, to an idling FERRY BOAT, where
          the coach and the manager wait for them -- along with the
          player's wives and girlfriends.
                         
                          COACH
           I hope you're not that slow next
           week.
                         
          Pienaar grins, stops. The team stops around him.
                         
                          SPRINGBOK FLYHALF
           What's going on?
                         
                          PIENAAR
           A change of pace.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          EXT. FERRY BOAT - DAY
                         
          The ferry pulls away from the waterfront, with the team on
          board, pulling on tracksuits against the cold sea air.
                         
          It is early winter. The seas are fairly rough.
                         
          So are the stomachs of the `boks who partied hard last night.
                         
                          SPRINGBOK HOOKER
           Who's bloody idea was this?
                         
          ON PIENAAR, innocent as a lamb.
           102.
                         
                         
                         
                         
          EXT. OPEN OCEAN - DAY
                         
          Behind the ferry, Cape Town and Table Mountain, in all their
          glory.
                         
          Ahead of the ferry, one of the most notorious island prisons
          in modern history --
                         
          -- ROBBEN ISLAND.
                         
                         
          EXT. ROBBEN ISLAND - DAY
                         
          Robben Island lies only eight miles from the mainland. It is
          two miles long, with sandy beaches full of penguins and
          seals. It would be pretty --
                         
          -- but for its MAXIMUM SECURITY PRISON. Concrete, barbed
          wire, guard towers.
                         
          (In 1995, the political prisoner wing was shut, but the
          island still housed criminal prisoners, so the island still
          had the feel of real incarceration. Today, it is a tourist
          destination.)
                         
                         
          EXT. OPEN OCEAN - DAY
                         
          As they approach the island, a sense of dark history settles
          over the Springboks and their partners.
                         
          One of the Springboks turns to a DECKHAND, getting ready to
          moor at the jetty.
                         
                          SPRINGBOK LOCK
           How do they bring the prisoners
           here?
                         
                          DECKHAND
           On this boat.
                         
          Sobering.
                         
                         
          EXT. ROBBEN ISLAND - DAY
                         
          The Springboks and their partners step onto dry land with
          some relief, look around at the prison, humbled.
           103.
                         
                         
                         
                          NERINE
                          (TO PIENAAR)
           Imagine being able to see Cape Town
           so close by.
                         
                          PIENAAR
           That would make it worse.
                         
          They head towards the prison entrance, slowly becoming a
          tighter and tighter bunch. The ghosts of Mandela, and all
          the others who spent much of their lives here, are very
          strong.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
          VARIOUS SHOTS OF THE SPRINGBOK PARTY, in the EXERCISE YARD,
          the LIME QUARRY, the MESS HALL. None of the usual horsing
          around. This place affects them, deeply.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. ROBBEN ISLAND PRISON - SECTION B - DAY
                         
          Section B is the bleak political wing. Tiny cells line each
          side of a damp concrete hallway.
                         
          A PRISON GUARD shows the Springboks into the hallway, and
          they dwarf it, as they stand there, shocked. Shocked at what
          was done in their names. This group is as quiet as we have
          ever seen them.
                         
                          PIENAAR
           Can we see the President's cell?
                         
                          PRISON GUARD
           Yes, of course.
           (leading them down past
                          THE CELLS)
           We've done it up just the way it
           was.
                         
          They reach a cell with a piece of white cardboard on the
          door, showing the number 466/64 -- MANDELA'S PRISON NUMBER.
                         
                          PRISON GUARD
           (pointing at the number)
           That means he was the 466th
           prisoner admitted in 1964.
                         
          The Prison Guard unlocks the door, pulls it open, then
          unlocks the metal grill that is the inside door.
           104.
                         
                         
                         
                         
          INT. MANDELA'S CELL - DAY
                         
          Pienaar peers into the cell. It is tiny. There is no bed,
          just a sisal mat on the concrete floor, with a couple of
          blankets. A chamber pot, a short bench, a tin cup and plate
          are the only other objects in the room.
                         
          A couple of small lockers are screwed high to the wall. The
          barred window is opaque. It lets in light but does not allow
          the prisoner a view.
                         
          When Pienaar enters, we see how small the cell really is. He
          can reach out and touch the opposite walls at the same time.
                         
          This is a bleak, horrible, dehumanizing place. Pienaar is
          stunned by it. He turns, slowly, looking at Mandela's world
          for over twenty years.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. ROBBEN ISLAND PRISON - SECTION B - DAY
                         
          The other Springboks and their partners wait to look into the
          cell themselves, a little puzzled by how much time Pienaar's
          taking.
                         
                         
          INT. MANDELA'S CELL - DAY
                         
          Pienaar almost looks as if he is in a trance. He hears
          Mandela's voice in the cell with him.
                         
           MANDELA (V.O.)
                          (RECITING "INVICTUS")
           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.
                         
          Now, Pienaar sees Mandela in prison clothes, in the cell.
          (The image is unclear, ghostly.)
                         
           MANDELA (V.O.)
           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.
                         
          Pienaar sees Mandela sitting on the dirt in the prison yard,
          breaking up rock with a hammer, along with rows of other
          political prisoners.
           105.
                         
                         
                         
           MANDELA (V.O.)
           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.
                         
          Pienaar sees Mandela leading his fellow prisoners to the lime
          quarry, to mine lime under the eye of a guard who looks like
          Pienaar.
                         
           MANDELA (V.O.)
           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.
                         
                          DISSOLVE TO:
                         
                         
          EXT. STREET OUTSIDE MANDELA'S HOUSE - NIGHT
                         
          The gates open. Linga gets out of one BMW, Hendrick out of
          the other. We know the routine.
                         
          Only, Mandela doesn't appear for his walk. Linga and
          Hendrick wait for a moment, then head in through the gate --
                         
                         
          EXT. MANDELA'S HOUSE - NIGHT
                         
          -- break into a sprint, when they see MANDELA'S FORM,
          CRUMPLED on the lawn.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. MANDELA'S HOUSE - MORNING
                         
          Barbara, Mary, the house staff, plus Linga, Hendrick, Etienne
          and Jason, all wait. All are scared. Nobody talks.
                         
          The SOUND OF FOOTSTEPS from on the top floor brings them to
          their feet. MANDELA'S DOCTOR descends the stairs.
                         
                          BARBARA
           What happened?
                         
                          DOCTOR
           It's simple exhaustion, but it'll
           lead to worse if it's not treated.
           He needs complete rest. And I
           don't mean just shifting the
           affairs of state to his bedroom.
                          (MORE)
           106.
                         
                          DOCTOR (CONT'D)
           No phone calls, no visitors, no
           meetings. No politics.
                         
                          MARY
           You know him. He won't do that.
                         
                          DOCTOR
           Then I'm going to put him into
           hospital. In isolation.
                         
                          BARBARA
           No. Not yet. I'll threaten him
           with hospital if he doesn't behave.
                         
                          MARY
           I'll cancel everything.
                         
                          DOCTOR
           And I'll come back tonight to make
           sure he's not working.
                         
          The doctor leaves. The rest of them look at each other,
          relieved ... and maybe a little guilty, for letting things
          get this bad.
                         
                          BARBARA
           (to Mary, aside)
           Don't cancel the trip to Taiwan.
           Not yet.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. MANDELA'S BEDROOM - DAY
                         
          Dark. Curtains drawn. The door opens quietly. A shaft of
          light from the door shows Mandela, on his back in bed, eyes
          closed.
                         
          Barbara enters. The sight of Mandela lying like this is
          chilling. It is too close to what he would look like lying
          in a casket.
                         
          Barbara makes sure he is breathing. He is. She unplugs his
          phone, takes it. Unplugs his TV. Sweeps the room for
          papers, articles, legal briefs. For the first time, she
          takes an arm load of stuff away from him. She gives Mandela
          one last, long look, closes the door behind her.
                         
          We stay behind and look at Mandela, and ponder South Africa's
          fate if this were worse than just deep, sedated sleep.
                         
                          DISSOLVE TO:
           107.
                         
                         
                         
                         
          EXT. SPRINGBOK TRAINING FACILITY - DAY
                         
          Chester Williams jogs under the tense eye of coach, trainer,
          manager and Pienaar.
                         
          He accelerates, running fast, but not sprinting.
                         
                          COACH
           That's not good enough.
                         
          Chester opens it up. Full sprint, sustained. Pienaar grins.
          Chester is back.
                         
                          COACH
           Let's hope the Samoans don't injure
           it again.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          EXT. ELLIS PARK STADIUM - DAY
                         
          ONE, BRIEF SHOT of a typically brutal Samoan tackle, and the
          ensuing foul play in the maul.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
          FOUR QUICK SHOTS of Chester williams scoring four tries.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
          ONE MORE SHOT of the Springboks trudging off the field.
          Every single player is bruised or bleeding, or both.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. MANDELA'S OFFICE - DAY
                         
          Looking frail, but better than before, Mandela pencils in a
          score ON THE WORLD CUP BRACKET DIAGRAM: SOUTH AFRICA 42,
          WESTERN SAMOA 14. The diagram shows us that this was a
          quarter final match.
                         
          We can see that he has entered all the South African scores.
                         
          (For the record: South Africa 27 - Australia 18; South Africa
          21 - Romania 3; South Africa 20 - Canada 0.)
                         
          For the semi-finals, against South Africa, Mandela pencils in
          France.
           108.
                         
                         
                         
          On the other side of the bracket, Mandela pencils in England
          vs. the All Blacks.
                         
          With a satisfied grunt, Mandela steps back from the diagram.
          Things are shaping up nicely.
                         
          A knock at the door, and Barbara enters, ushering in a GROUP
          OF LABOR LEADERS.
                         
                          BARBARA
           Madiba, this is --
                         
                          MANDELA
           I know who this is.
                         
          Beaming, exuding energy we know he doesn't have, Mandela
          rises to yet another occasion. He strides forward to shake
          hands.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Welcome, and thank you for coming
           such a long way to see me.
                         
                          DISSOLVE TO:
                         
                         
          INT. LUXURY BUS - DAY
                         
          Monsoon rain batters the bus as it crawls towards KING'S PARK
          STADIUM, in Durban.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          EXT. KING'S PARK STADIUM - DAY
                         
          Rain, rain, rain. The field is flooding.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. SPRINGBOK DRESSING ROOM - DAY
                         
          Coach walks in on his team, who are dressed for the match and
          ready to go.
                         
                          COACH
           Forty minute postponement. They're
           trying to clear the field.
                         
                          CUT TO:
           109.
                         
                         
                         
                         
          EXT. KING'S PARK STADIUM - EVENING
                         
          A HUNDRED ZULU CLEANING LADIES with brooms and squeegees push
          the water off the field. Capacity crowd cheers them on.
                         
          (This happened. There will be stock footage.)
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. SPRINGBOK DRESSING ROOM - EVENING
                         
          The boys stretch, jump, try to keep warmed-up.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. PENTHOUSE SUITE, TAIWAN - DAY
                         
          Mandela and a negotiating team are meeting with their
          opposite numbers from Taiwan. A high-level affair that
          cannot be interrupted.
                         
          Nonetheless, Mandela takes a discreet look at his watch, and
          we realize that his mind is back home, with the Springboks.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. SPRINGBOK DRESSING ROOM - NIGHT
                         
          Pienaar leads his men out into the rain.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          EXT. KING'S PARK STADIUM - NIGHT
                         
          A quagmire, despite the efforts of the Zulu ladies. Muddy
          green and gold against the muddy blue, white and red of
          France. End of a close game. Both teams are tired, muddy
          and desperate.
                         
          The French assault the Springbok try line, wave after wave.
          The Springboks defend valiantly, but slowly go backwards.
                         
          Finally, the French score a try -- or do they?
                         
          CLOSE-UP ON THE RUGBY BALL, under a mountain of muddy men, on
          the ground three inches outside the try line.
           110.
                         
                         
                         
          The referee waves off the try.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. PRESIDENT'S JET - DAY
                         
          Mandela flies home, still working intensely with a mixed
          South African/Taiwanese trade group.
                         
          Mary slips a piece of paper in front of him, discreetly.
                         
          ON THE PIECE OF PAPER IN EXCITED WRITING: BOKS 19, FRANCE 15.
          WE'RE IN THE FINALS!!! GO BOKKE!!!
                         
          Mandela's face betrays nothing. But, he gets up.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Please excuse me for a moment.
                         
          With Mary leading the way, Mandela goes to the back of the
          plane, looking grave and leaderly --
                         
          -- but once he is through the galley curtain, he breaks into
          a huge smile.
                         
                          MANDELA
           This is very good ... very good!
           Who is our opponent?
                         
                          MARY
           The All Blacks play England
           tomorrow. Then, we'll know.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Please make sure that my schedule
           is clear for the entire match.
                         
                          MARY
           Yes, Madiba.
                         
                          DISSOLVE TO:
                         
                         
          INT. SUN CITY RESORT - DAY
                         
          ON A BIG SCREEN TV in a private banquet room, the Springbok
          team watches the England/All Black semi-final, which the All
          Blacks dominate from beginning to end --
                         
          -- thanks to the exploits of JONAH LOMU, their unnaturally
          huge, fast left wing, of Tongan parentage (and unanimous
          choice for the best player in the entire World Cup).
           111.
                         
                         
                         
          Jonah Lomu scores in the first two minutes of the match, the
          first of four tries. He runs through, over, and around
          hapless defenders. His speed and balance are almost
          unprecedented in a man his size.
                         
          The Springboks go quiet as they watch this beating by the All
          Blacks.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. MANDELA'S HOUSE - DAY
                         
          Mandela watches at home with Barbara and Mary.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Let's do some work while we watch.
                         
          Barbara resists her natural impulse to work and says:
                         
                          BARBARA
           Just enjoy the rugby.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          EXT. STREET OUTSIDE MANDELA'S HOUSE - DAY
                         
          The sound of the match ON THE RADIO of one of the BMWs.
          Johan Lomu's name in every sentence.
                         
          All the bodyguards are out of the cars, enjoying the winter
          sunshine as they listen to the match.
                         
                          KWEZI
           So, let me understand this. The
           All Blacks are killing a team that
           thrashed us last year?
                         
                          ETIENNE
           Thanks for reminding me.
                         
          Hendrick opens the trunk of their BMW, pulls out a RUGBY
          BALL, shows it to Linga.
                         
          Linga nods. Okay. Throw it.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. SUN CITY RESORT - DAY
                         
          Another Lomu try, and a ripple goes through the Springboks.
           112.
                         
                         
                         
                          SPRINGBOK HOOKER
           We're going to have to tackle
           better than the English, that's for
           sure.
                         
                          PIENAAR
           We do.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. MANDELA'S HOUSE - DAY
                         
          TV blares. Barbara does some work. Mandela comes and peeks
          over her shoulder --
                         
                          MANDELA
           Are those the judicial appointments
           for the Free State?
                         
          -- and Barbara shuts the file.
                         
                          BARBARA
           They'll keep until after the match.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          EXT. STREET OUTSIDE MANDELA'S HOUSE - DAY
                         
          A pile of guns in holsters, on the hood of a BMW. Suit
          jackets draped over the side mirrors.
                         
          In the wide street, in their shirts and ties, the boys toss
          the ball around. The white bodyguards handle the ball
          expertly, the black bodyguards for the first time in their
          lives.
                         
                          ETIENNE
           Give it a spin when you pass it.
                          (DEMONSTRATING)
           Like this.
                         
          Kwezi catches the ball, tries to throw it with spin, blows
          it. The ball bounces crazily all over the street, seems to
          have a mind of its own as it eludes Kwezi.
                         
          They all laugh.
                         
                          CUT TO:
           113.
                         
                         
                         
                         
          INT. SUN CITY RESORT - DAY
                         
          Lomu scores his third try.
                         
                          SPRINGBOK WING
           How much does Lomu weigh?
                         
                          SPRINGBOK FLANK
           About 120 kilos.
                         
                          SPRINGBOK LOCK
           Shit, that's what I weigh.
                         
                          SPRINGBOK WING
           Ja, but at least you're slow.
                         
          As we will discover, the wing is going to have to defend
          against Lomu.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. MANDELA'S HOUSE - DAY
                         
          Mandela isn't watching TV. He's at the window, looking out
          at a GAME OF TOUCH RUGBY, taking place on the street outside
          his house.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Come and look at this.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          EXT. STREET OUTSIDE MANDELA'S HOUSE - DAY
                         
          Two mixed teams. Hendrick passes to Linga, who passes back
          to Hendrick, who scores.
                         
                          HENDRICK
                          (PANTING)
           You should've played rugby.
                         
                          LINGA
                          (PANTING)
           They wouldn't let me carry my gun.
                         
          Laughter. This scene was unthinkable a year ago.
                         
                          CUT TO:
           114.
                         
                         
                         
                         
          INT. MANDELA'S HOUSE - DAY
                         
          Barbara and Mary stand next to Mandela at the window.
          Mandela's eyes twinkle with pleasure as he hears the
          laughter. In a way, this small moment already justifies
          everything he has done. Almost.
                         
          He gives Barbara a sly look.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Do you still think I'm wasting my
           time with the rugby?
                         
          Before Barbara can reply, excitement on the TV makes Mandela
          turn away. He looks at the TV just as Lomu scores his fourth
          try, to make it 42 - 15. Mandela shakes his head, awed.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Barbara, can you please tell the
           Minister of Sport that I need a
           detailed briefing on the All
           Blacks.
                         
          Barbara gives Mandela a long look.
                         
                          BARBARA
           This rugby, it's still strictly
           political?
                         
                          MANDELA
           Oh yes. Of course.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. PIENAAR PARENT'S HOUSE - DAY
                         
          Pienaar hands an envelope to his father.
                         
                          PIENAAR
           Don't lose them. I won't be able
           to get more.
                         
          Mr. Pienaar opens the envelope, pulls out TICKETS TO THE
          WORLD CUP FINAL. Mr. Pienaar kisses the tickets.
                         
           MR. PIENAAR
           Thanks, Francois.
           (fanning out tickets)
           Me, mom, Nerine -- wait, and the
           fourth? Who's it for?
           115.
                         
                         
                         
          Pienaar looks at his father, mischief in his eyes.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          EXT. FREEWAY - END OF THE DAY
                         
          BMW, Mercedes, BMW, driving from Pretoria to Johannesburg at
          the end of the day. Red winter sunset over the arid
          Highveld. GO `BOKS, GO AMABOKOBOKO signs, side by side.
          Chester and Pienaar billboards.
                         
           MINISTER OF SPORT (V.O.)
           The All Blacks beat Ireland 43 to
                          19 --
                         
                         
          INT. PRESIDENT'S MERCEDES - DAY
                         
          The Minister of Sport gives Mandela his final briefing. At
          his side, Barbara thrusts papers in front of Mandela for his
          signature. This continues throughout.
                         
           MINISTER OF SPORT
           -- they beat Wales 34 to 9, they
           beat Japan 145 to 17.
                         
                          MANDELA
           145 points, in one match?
                         
          Linga listens openly.
                         
           MINISTER OF SPORT
           It's a new international record.
           (back to the briefing)
           They beat Scotland 48 to 30 in the
           quarter finals. You saw the match
           with England.
                         
                          MANDELA
           45 to 29. And it was not that
           close.
                          (BEAT)
           They seem unstoppable.
                         
           MINISTER OF SPORT
           If opposing teams play them
           straight up, Jonah Lomu runs wild.
           If they focus on Lomu, that leaves
           others free.
                          (BEAT)
           And, also, there's the business of
           the haka.
           116.
                         
                         
                         
                          MANDELA
           Their Maori war dance. Yes. It's
           very powerful.
                         
           MINISTER OF SPORT
           My sources tell me that half of the
           All Black matches are won before
           the first whistle, because of it.
                         
          Mandela peers out of the window at a Springbok billboard.
                         
                          MANDELA
           How are we going to beat them?
                         
           MINISTER OF SPORT
           I have the coach's number. You
           could call him and ask.
                         
                          MANDELA
           No ... no. I don't want to break
           their focus for even a minute.
                          (INTENSE)
           But, how do we win?
          ON LINGA: an idea occurs to him. A wild idea. He almost
          turns and blurts it out -- restrains himself.
                         
           MINISTER OF SPORT
           Maybe we won't. They're favored
           two-to-one.
                          (BEAT)
           Madiba, we've already exceeded all
           expectations. On and off the
           field.
                         
                          MANDELA
           It's not enough. Not now. Not so
           close.
                          (BEAT)
           This country is hungry for
           greatness.
                         
          Barbara pushes another paper in front of Mandela. He signs
          it.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. SPRINGBOK COACH'S OFFICE - EVENING
                         
          The coach, the manager and Pienaar gather for a final
          briefing in the coach's spartan office.
           117.
                         
                         
                         
                          COACH
           How's the feeling in the dressing
           room?
                         
                          PIENAAR
           Calm.
                         
                          MANAGER
           And Lomu? Are they talking about
           him?
                         
          Pienaar shrugs -- of course. Coach grins.
                         
                          COACH
           Nobody gives us a bloody chance. I
           like that. It plays into their one
           weakness.
                         
          Both Pienaar and the manager look at the coach.
                         
                          COACH
           Their vanity.
                          (BEAT)
           They're already counting the win.
           But they want to win with style,
           the way they won all their other
           matches. They want to show the
           world how beautiful All Black rugby
           is.
                          (GLARING)
           I just want to show the bloody
           world how hard we tackle.
                         
          Pienaar's up for that.
                         
                          PIENAAR
           I wish tomorrow was already here.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. SECURITY OFFICE - ELLIS PARK - NIGHT
                         
          Jason wishes tomorrow was already over. He goes through his
          plans, his check lists for the tenth time.
                         
          He sighs, tries to roll the tension out of his shoulders,
          gives up. He leaves the office.
           118.
                         
                         
                         
                         
          I/E ELLIS PARK STADIUM - NIGHT
                         
          Cops at their posts. Jason walks alone through the tunnels,
          until he comes to a field entrance. He goes to the edge,
          looks out at the dimly lit field, trying to imagine tomorrow.
                         
                          ETIENNE
           (from behind him)
           Come on, man. There's nothing more
           you can do today.
                         
          Jason turns to Etienne.
                         
                          JASON
           Have I ever mentioned to you that I
           hate rugby?
                         
                          ETIENNE
           Once or twice, yes.
                         
                          JASON
           I just want to get him through
           tomorrow, safely. That's all.
                         
                          ETIENNE
           We all do.
                         
          A look between the two men: they are united. They have come
          a long way.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. PIENAAR'S HOTEL ROOM - JOHANNESBURG - NIGHT
                         
          As in Cape Town, Pienaar stares out into the night,
          pensively. Preoccupied.
                         
          So preoccupied, that when Nerine enters quietly, he hardly
          turns.
                         
                          NERINE
           I brought one of your mom's protein
           shakes.
                         
          Pienaar nods, thanks. Nerine puts the protein shake down.
          She tries to read Pienaar's mood, see what he needs from her
          at this moment.
                         
                          NERINE
           Thinking about tomorrow?
           119.
                         
                         
                         
                          PIENAAR
           No, tomorrow's taken care of, one
           way or another.
                         
          Pienaar turns to her.
                         
                          PIENAAR
           I'm thinking about how you spend 30
           years in a tiny cell, but come out
           ready to forgive the people who put
           you there.
                         
                          DISSOLVE TO:
                         
                         
          INT. MANDELA'S HOUSE - NIGHT
                         
          We have seen that solitary shape under the blankets before.
          We have seen the clock on the bedside table change from 4:59
          to 5:00 before. We have seen Mandela's eyes open,
          immediately.
                         
          But we have never seen Mandela roll over and go back to
          sleep.
                         
          SUPER: JUNE 24, 1995 - RUGBY WORLD CUP FINAL.
                         
          EXT. STREET OUTSIDE MANDELA'S HOUSE - NIGHT
                         
          The two BWMs wait faithfully.
                         
                         
          INT. GREY BMW (LEAD) - NIGHT
                         
          Linga looks at his watch.
                         
                         
          INT. GREY BMW (TRAILER) - NIGHT
                         
          Hendrick does the same. Gets out.
                         
                         
          EXT. STREET OUTSIDE MANDELA'S HOUSE - NIGHT
                         
          Linga gets out, meets Hendrick at the gate.
                         
                          LINGA
           Big day.
                         
                          HENDRICK
           Be an even bigger day if we
           actually won.
           120.
                         
                         
                         
          Then, they both look at their watches again.
                         
                          HENDRICK
           Where is he?
                         
          They share a worried look. Linga reaches for his radio.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. MANDELA'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
                         
          Mandela's bedroom door is opened from outside the room.
          Light from the hallway hits the bed. Mandela looks very
          still under the covers.
                         
          Mary peers in, concern wiping away sleep. She sees Mandela
          lying there. Mary tiptoes in, concern growing, until she
          stands over Mandela --
                         
          -- who opens his eyes without moving otherwise.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Can a man not sleep in, when he has
           a big day ahead of him?
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          EXT. STREET OUTSIDE MANDELA'S HOUSE - NIGHT
                         
          Mary's voice on Linga's radio.
                         
                          LINGA
                          (INTO RADIO)
           Okay, thanks. Out.
                         
          Linga lowers his radio, embarrassed.
                         
                          LINGA
           He's sleeping in.
                         
                          HENDRICK
           Or was.
                         
          Linga and Hendrick stand at the gate for a moment, then turn
          to head back to their respective cars. Linga pauses.
                         
                          LINGA
           I had an idea. About today.
                          (BEAT)
           It's a crazy idea.
           121.
                         
                         
                         
                          HENDRICK
           Hey, don't worry, man. I already
           know you're crazy.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. MANDELA'S HOUSE - EARLY MORNING
                         
          Mandela eats breakfast -- porridge and fresh fruit -- and
          looks over the newspaper headlines, all screaming about
          today's World Cup final.
                         
          The doorbell rings, and he pauses, listens to the sound of
          voices at the door -- then the sound of heavy footsteps
          approaching through the house.
                         
          Mandela wipes his mouth and waits. Linga and Hendrick appear
          in the doorway. They look even bigger indoors.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Morning, boys.
                         
                          LINGA & HENDRICK
           Morning, Madiba.
                         
                          MANDELA
           What is it?
                         
          Linga hesitates -- until Hendrick gives him a (for Hendrick)
          discreet nudge.
                         
                          HENDRICK
           Linga had an idea, sir.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          EXT. MANDELA'S HOUSE - DAY
                         
          Mary walks briskly to her car, gets in and drives towards the
          opening gate, fast.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          EXT. STREET OUTSIDE MANDELA'S HOUSE - MORNING
                         
          Linga and Hendrick watch as Mary drives away.
           122.
                         
                         
                         
                          HENDRICK
           Now you've done it.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          EXT. JOHANNESBURG STREETS - DAY
                         
          As in Cape Town, the Springboks jog through the streets. As
          in Cape Town, cars toot their horns, people cheer.
                         
          But the crowd running with them is twice as large as it was
          in Cape Town -- and twice as black.
                         
          This crowd shows that the Springboks really do have the
          support of the whole country now.
                         
          As the `boks rumble past, newspaper vendors, gardeners,
          pharmacy delivery men on small motorbikes abandon their tasks
          and run alongside the team.
                         
          Pienaar turns to look at one of his teammates, grins, gets a
          grin in return.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. SECURITY OFFICE - ELLIS PARK - DAY
                         
          Jason addresses his entire team (minus Linga), plus assorted
          POLICE OFFICERS.
                         
                          JASON
           The tickets sold out long before
           the team became so popular. So
           it's not exactly going to be the
           rainbow nation out there. That's
           the reality.
                          (BEAT)
           The President will greet the
           players before the match, he'll
           present the trophy after the match.
           He'll be exposed to 62,000 people,
           twice. He'll be on TV, live, all
           over the world.
           (expressing his deepest
                          FEAR)
           All it takes is one idiot trying to
           make a statement, or one crazy fool
           who thinks he hears god speaking to
           him over the radio.
                         
          One of the cops smiles at that.
           123.
                         
                         
                         
                          JASON
           It's happened before!
                          (SUPER INTENSE)
           But not today. Not on our watch.
           Not today.
                         
          The security boys are fired up.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          EXT. OUTSIDE ELLIS PARK STADIUM - DAY
                         
          It is hours before the match, but every entrance to Ellis
          Park stadium is chaotic with people, cars, face painters,
          flag sellers, fruit vendors. Cops everywhere, and everywhere
          outnumbered.
                         
          In the crowd outside, WE FIND SIPHO, collecting empty bottles
          from trash cans, for recycling.
                         
          Jason was right about the demographics of the crowd: white,
          khaki-clad, quite a few old South African flags among the sea
          of new flags. Springbok colors everywhere. We may even see
          the FOUR BOERE from the Lions debacle earlier.
                         
                          FACE PAINTER
                          (TO BOERE)
           Face flag?
                         
                          BOER
           Bugger off!
                         
          Ellis Park isn't exactly the Rainbow Nation today.
                         
           BOLAND BOTHA (V.O.)
           We're at Ellis Park on this
           historic day, where, even this
           early, crowd excitement is at fever
                          PITCH --
                         
          Boland does another live remote. FANS CHEER AND WAVE behind
                         HIM
                         
                          BOLAND BOTHA
           -- because their beloved green and
           gold have somehow managed to exceed
           all expectations.
                         
                          CUT TO:
           124.
                         
                         
                         
                         
          EXT. SPRINGBOK HOTEL - JOHANNESBURG - DAY
                         
          A luxury bus pulls away from the hotel, with a FULL POLICE
          ESCORT, LIGHTS ON, SIRENS BLARING.
                         
           BOLAND BOTHA (V.O.)
           But now they come up against a team
           that is unlike any other they have
           played.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. LUXURY BUS - DAY
                         
          With that inward look of boxers before a big fight, the
          Springboks begin the journey to the stadium.
                         
           BOLAND BOTHA (V.O.)
           These All Blacks are possibly one
           of the greatest international sides
           ever, with a player in Jonah Lomu
           who is as dominant as any this
           correspondent has ever seen.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          EXT. STREET OUTSIDE MANDELA'S HOUSE - DAY
                         
          Mandela's Mercedes exits his gate, BMWs fore and aft.
                         
           BOLAND BOTHA (V.O.)
           To lose to them is no disgrace. To
           lose to them in the finals is, in
           fact, an honor.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. PRESIDENT'S MERCEDES - DAY
                         
          Tight on Mandela's face, absolutely expressionless. His game
          face.
                         
           BOLAND BOTHA (V.O.)
           I say this with absolutely no
           negativity. I simply want to save
           people from the heartbreak of
           unrealistic expectations.
                         
                          CUT TO:
           125.
                         
                         
                         
                         
          EXT. OUTSIDE ELLIS PARK STADIUM - DAY
                         
          Back to Boland's live remote.
                         
                          BOLAND BOTHA
           So, take a reality check, sit back
           and share an afternoon with one
           billion fellow fans around the
           world. And as you do, feel a
           special pride in having made it
           this far. This is Boland Botha,
           signing off and sitting back at
           Ellis Park.
                         
          Huge crowd now, all around the TV truck, streaming in.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          EXT. LUXURY BUS - DAY
                         
          Driving down a secure access lane, the Springbok bus and
          police escort approach Ellis Park.
                         
          And pass Sipho, who stares up at them from the sidewalk.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. LUXURY BUS - DAY
                         
          The boys are very quiet -- until the sheer spectacle gets to
          them. Then, the first nerves hit. You can tell in the way
          they look at each other, the way they swallow.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          EXT. OUTSIDE ELLIS PARK STADIUM - DAY
                         
          Mandela's convoy pulls up at a secure entrance.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          EXT. ELLIS PARK STADIUM - DAY
                         
          Stadium almost full. Crowd noise a dull roar.
                         
          ABOVE THE SPRINGBOK BENCH, near the field, we find Nerine,
          Mr. and Mrs. Pienaar ... and Eunice, as they take their
          seats. Pienaar got the fourth ticket for her.
           126.
                         
                         
                         
          Eunice turns to Mrs. Pienaar.
                         
                          EUNICE
           What's Mr. Francois doing now?
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. DRESSING ROOM - DAY
                         
          All dressed, all warmed up, the Springboks are quiet,
          introspective. Everything that should be said has been said.
          This is the calm before the storm.
                         
          (NOTE that almost every player wears bandages, or braces, or
          is injured in some way.)
                         
          Pienaar is not in the room.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          I/E ELLIS PARK STADIUM - DAY
                         
          Dressed in his rugby togs, Pienaar sneaks up the ramp to the
          edge of the field, takes a peek out of the tunnel --
                         
          -- and is blown away by the magnitude of it all.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          EXT. AERIAL SHOT OF JOHANNESBURG - DAY
                         
          Vast city seen from the air. Zero in on Ellis Park.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
          ANOTHER ANGLE of a SOUTH AFRICAN AIRWAYS 747 flying over the
          city, in the direction of Ellis Park.
                         
                         
          INT. 747 COCKPIT - DAY
                         
                          CO-PILOT
           Final approach, Captain.
                         
                          CAPTAIN
           Let it be noted that I'm taking
           control of the aircraft.
                         
          ANGLE BACK THROUGH THE COCKPIT -- NO PASSENGERS.
           127.
                         
                         
                         
                          CAPTAIN
           I assume full responsibility for
           what happens from now on.
                         
                          CO-PILOT
           Duly noted.
                         
          The captain drops the nose of the 747 towards Ellis Park.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          EXT. ELLIS PARK STADIUM - DAY
                         
          Every seat full. Almost every seat filled by a big white
          man. Excitement unbearable.
                         
          Jason stalks the runways between the seating sections, high
          in the stadium. Binoculars around his neck, radio in hand.
                         
          Something catches his eye. Something in the air. Jason
          lifts his binoculars to his eyes.
                         
          POV THROUGH BINOCULARS -- the 747 is heading right for the
          stadium.
                         
          Jason lowers his binoculars. He frowns -- more puzzled than
          alarmed. (This is pre-9/11.)
                         
          He lifts his radio to his mouth.
                         
                          JASON
                          (INTO RADIO)
           Do you see that jet, to the east?
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
          Etienne, in another part of the stadium, looks eastwards --
          sees it.
                         
                          ETIENNE
                          (INTO RADIO)
           Did they get clearance for this?
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                          JASON
                          (INTO RADIO)
           Not from us.
                         
          The 747 gets closer, fast.
                         
          Jason is hit by a horrible thought.
           128.
                         
                         
                         
                          JASON
                          (INTO RADIO)
           Where is he?
                         
                          LINGA
                          (ON RADIO)
           VIP BOX.
                         
          Jason finds the VIP box, looks out at the 747 --
                         
          -- and realizes that the jet is heading straight at that side
          of the stadium.
                         
                          JASON
                          (INTO RADIO)
           Get him out of there. Now.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. VIP BOXES - ELLIS PARK - DAY
                         
          Mandela is not in his seat. Linga turns. Hendrick points at
          the closed door of the VIP bathroom.
                         
                          LINGA
                          (INTO RADIO)
           No time.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          EXT. ELLIS PARK STADIUM - DAY
                         
          Nothing Jason can do about it but hold his breath as --
                         
           SMASH CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. 747 COCKPIT - DAY
                         
          The captain drops the 747 even lower.
                         
           SMASH CUT TO:
                         
                         
          EXT. ELLIS PARK STADIUM - DAY
                         
          Jason has to fight down the impulse to flee.
                         
           SMASH CUT TO:
           129.
                         
                         
                         
                         
          INT. VIP BOXES - ELLIS PARK - DAY
                         
          Everyone in the VIP box sees the jet. They all stand.
                         
           SMASH CUT TO:
                         
                         
          EXT. ELLIS PARK STADIUM - DAY
                         
          The 747 nose appears over the rim of the stadium.
                         
           SMASH CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. 747 COCKPIT - DAY
                         
                          CAPTAIN
           Full throttle.
                         
          Captain and co-pilot go full throttle, yank the 747 straight
          upwards.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          EXT. ELLIS PARK STADIUM - DAY
                         
          The ALMIGHTY ROAR OF FULL THROTTLES fills the stadium, as the
          747 passes less than 200 feet overhead --
                         
          -- so that everyone can read the huge letters painted on the
          bottom of the wings:
                         
           GOOD LUCK BOKKE
                         
          (This really happened.)
                         
          THE CROWD GOES WILD.
                         
          JASON NEARLY FAINTS with relief.
                         
                         
          INT. VIP BOXES - ELLIS PARK - DAY
                         
          Linga and Hendrick share a look. They have just had a brush
          with the unthinkable.
                         
                         
          INT. DRESSING ROOM - DAY
                         
          THE DRESSING ROOM VIBRATES with the roar ...
           130.
                         
                         
                         
                          SPRINGBOK WING
           What the hell was that?
                         
          ... which slowly fades ...
                         
          ... leaving only the background roar of the revved up crowd.
                         
          The boys jog in place, dying for the release of rugby.
          Pienaar appears to be praying, silently.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. ELLIS PARK STADIUM - DAY
                         
          The REFEREE walks off the field, into the tunnel, stands
          there for a moment, then raises his whistle to his mouth and
          blows a LONG, ECHOING BLAST --
                         
                         
          INT. DRESSING ROOM - DAY
                         
          -- which is the signal to come to the field.
                         
          The cop opens the door, throws down a full parade ground
          salute as Pienaar leads his men out of the dressing room.
                         
                          PIENAAR
           Breathe, boys. Breathe.
                         
                         
          INT. ELLIS PARK STADIUM - DAY
                         
          WITH THE `BOKS, we head down the hallway, down some stairs to
          the tunnel onto the field --
                         
          -- where the referee holds his hand up like a traffic cop,
          keeping the boys in a line in the tunnel.
                         
          As they wait, they hear the CRUNCHING APPROACH OF BIG MEN IN
          CLEATS.
                         
          Down the opposite stairway come THE ALL BLACKS. This is the
          first time we have seen them in the flesh.
                         
          Huge men, black on black uniforms, arrogant. Been here
          before, done this before. The best in the world, expecting
          nothing but the best from the day.
                         
          They ignore the Springboks, dismiss them, line up next to
          them in the tunnel.
           131.
                         
                         
                         
          The SOUND OF THIRTY MEN JOGGING IN PLACE in their cleats, on
          the concrete, sounds like a drum roll before a medieval
          battle.
                         
          The Springbok wing sneaks a peek at JONAH LOMU.
                         
          The biggest, fastest wing ever. Even bigger looking in this
          confined space. Bigger than the Springbok wing, bigger than
          any of the Springbok backs, bigger than most of the Springbok
          forwards.
                         
          The referee nods to both captains, turns, and leads them onto
          the field --
                         
                         
          EXT. ELLIS PARK STADIUM - DAY
                         
          -- where the already-whipped up crowd goes crazy, as both
          teams sprint onto the field and go through their brief warm-
          up ritual.
                         
          WE FOCUS ON THE CROWD, focus on how white and old South
          Africa most of them are.
                         
          The referee blows his whistle again, and both teams assemble
          in a line, facing each other. Glaring like boxers across
          immaculate green grass.
                         
                         
          INT. ELLIS PARK STADIUM - DAY
                         
          Seen only in silhouette, Mandela walks down the tunnel. He
          is flanked by Jason, The Minister of Sport and the President
          of SA Rugby.
                         
          Linga, as always, has Mandela's back. Plus Hendrick.
                         
                         
          EXT. ELLIS PARK STADIUM - DAY
                         
          Mandela emerges into daylight, wearing not a suit, not a
          Madiba shirt --
                         
          -- he is wearing Francois Pienaar's green and gold number 6
          rugby jersey.
                         
          On his head is THE SPRINGBOK CAP given to him by the team in
                         CAPE TOWN
                         
          The crowd catches its breath. This is unprecedented,
          shocking ... and brilliant.
                         
          The Springboks digest this extraordinary display of support.
           132.
                         
                         
                         
                          SPRINGBOK HOOKER
           (murmuring to Pienaar)
           The All Blacks won't like that.
                         
          Pienaar nods, eyes glinting. Mandela is giving them an edge.
                         
          As he walks towards the waiting teams, Mandela lifts the
          Springbok cap high, waves it, and fires his famous,
          beautiful, huge, African smile at the crowd --
                         
          -- who roar and stand, slowly, and start chanting, slowly ...
                         
                          CROWD
           Nelson ... Nelson ... Nelson ...
           NELSON ... NELSON ... NELSON ...
                         
          63 000 South Africans, chanting as one.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
          A QUICK SERIES OF SHOTS
                         
          ALL ACROSS SOUTH AFRICA, THE CHANT ECHOES through EMPTY
          STREETS. Not a soul, not a car to be seen. Everyone is
          inside, watching TV.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          EXT. ELLIS PARK STADIUM - DAY
                         
                          CROWD
           ... NELSON ... NELSON ... NELSON
           ... etc.
                         
          Mandela shakes hands with the Springboks, who are brimming
          with pride. Mandela shakes Chester Williams' hand with
          special energy.
                         
                          MANDELA
           I'm so glad you're here.
                         
          Chester beams.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
          IN THE STANDS, EUNICE ULULATES, loud African warrior woman
          call. Mr. Pienaar looks at her, shocked. Looks at her as a
          person for the first time, maybe.
                         
           MR. PIENAAR
           DO THAT AGAIN!
           133.
                         
                         
                         
          Eunice ululates again.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
          ON THE FIELD, Mandela shakes hands with the All Blacks, who,
          as predicted, don't like his partisan clothing. Mandela
          looks up at Jonah Lomu.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Hello, Jonah.
                         
          Lomu looks down at Mandela, eyes glowing with aggression --
                         
          -- and suddenly, he bares his tattooed Tongan tongue in a
          FIERCE WAR CRY.
                         
          As do the rest of the All Blacks.
                         
          WE HAVE SEGUED TO THE FAMOUS HAKA, a Maori war dance that
          tells an opponent they're going have their daughters stolen,
          their wives ravaged and their brains eaten right out of their
          skulls with a sharpened tea spoon.
                         
          It is abundantly clear why, as the Minister of Sports told
          Mandela, half of the All Blacks matches are won before the
          whistle blows.
                         
          This is very intimidating.
                         
          Especially because, this day, the All Blacks push the haka
          closer and closer to the Springboks --
                         
          -- who do not back down. In fact, they close ranks and
          advance.
                         
          Major, major international smackdown. This is not fake. The
          emotions, the aggression are real.
                         
          ON MANDELA, whose diplomatic mask slips a little showing a
          warrior's glitter in his eyes. He wants to respond,
          primally. His fists clench at his side.
                         
          The HAKA ENDS with a fearsome, guttural Maori yell.
                         
          ON THE SPRINGBOKS, massed together, faces red with emotion,
          pulses racing.
                         
          Mandela takes a deep breath in.
                         
          Then the boys answer.
                         
          With, of course, a terrorist anthem of their own: NKOSI
          SIKELEL' IAFRIKA.
           134.
                         
                         
                         
          Pienaar starts it.
                         
                          PIENAAR
                          NKOSI --
                         
                          ALL SPRINGBOKS
           -- SIKELEL' IAFRIKA etc ...
                         
          With decent pronunciation, with full fervor and heart, THE
          BOYS ROAR THE ANTHEM back at the All Blacks.
                         
          The crowd joins them. "Nkosi" roars through the stadium,
          through the nation.
                         
          ON MANDELA: his heart swells, as he sings with his people.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
          ON JASON, who stands surrounded by his former enemies singing
          the song that kept him -- kept all of them -- going through
          the apartheid years.
                         
          In this stadium, at this moment, all hostility, all fear, are
          a thing of the past.
                         
          The tension finally goes out of Jason's shoulders.
                         
          ON JASON'S FACE, close to tears, as NKOSI slowly fades.
                         
          As Mandela said -- a very inspirational song.
                         
          BEGIN HEARTBEAT OVER. Is that a heartbeat, or an African
          drum?
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
          ON THE FIELD, the All Black fly half tees up the ball, for
          kick off.
                         
          As the fly half back-pedals slowly, and pauses in readiness,
          waiting for the whistle --
                         
                          CUT AWAY:
                         
          TO RAINBOW NATION FACES, poised all over South Africa,
          WATCHING ON TV and IN THE STANDS. Heart/drumbeat over.
                         
          The last face is Sipho's.
                         
                         
          EXT. OUTSIDE ELLIS PARK STADIUM - DAY
                         
          The crowd noise spills out of the stadium behind Sipho.
           135.
                         
                         
                         
          A RADIO PLAYS NEARBY, tuned to the game. The radio is in a
          cop car, manned by TWO BEEFY WHITE COPS. As the crowd noise
          rises, Sipho edges closer to the cops. They eye him out.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. VIP BOXES - ELLIS PARK - DAY
                         
          Mandela front and center. Minister of Sport to his right,
          Prime Minister of New Zealand to his left, President of SA
          Rugby next to him.
                         
          Both using all their diplomatic skills to stay cool.
                         
                          MANDELA
           (to NZ P.M.)
           Perhaps we should make a small
           wager?
                         
           NEW ZEALAND P.M.
           All your gold, for all our sheep?
                         
                          MANDELA
           I was thinking more along the lines
           of a case of wine.
                         
          Behind Mandela, Linga and Hendrick suppress grins. They are
          outwardly professional -- but bursting with excitement.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          EXT. ELLIS PARK STADIUM - DAY
                         
          The referee blows his whistle.
                         
          The All Black fly half boots the ball towards the Springboks,
          charges after it, along with the rest of the All Blacks.
                         
          Game on.
                         
          We have only seen snippets of rugby, so far. And mostly from
          a somewhat polite distance -- the usual distance of TV
          coverage. Say, at closest, the referee's point of view.
                         
          Not now. Not for the climax. We experience this beautiful
          piece of mayhem up close and personal.
                         
          We're inside the heaving scrums. We are the ball. We see
          the way cleats leave a pattern of round white dimples on
          abused skin, which quickly turn to purple as they fill with
          subcutaneous blood.
           136.
                         
                         
                         
          We feel a tackle in our own spine; we see teeth sink into
          flesh in the intimacy of a loose scrum; we feel a hard fist
          smacking us again and again in the hot privacy of a rolling
          maul.
                         
          For this is not a pretty match, not for one moment -- just as
          the Springbok coach wanted.
                         
          This match is all about a less talented team stifling the
          best team in the world by sheer determination and fitness.
                         
          This is about the Springboks applying continuous, unrelenting
          pressure, and forcing the vaunted All Black attack into
          making mistakes. Lots of them.
                         
          Dropped balls, errant passes, knock-ons. No fluency of
          movement, no electric building of momentum.
                         
          Because of one thing: tackling.
                         
          Tackling and tackling and tackling again.
                         
          The first time Lomu touches the ball, the stadium, the nation
          holds its breath --
                         
          -- until the Springbok wing scythes into him at thigh height,
          wraps him up and brings him down.
                         
          The second time Lomu gets the ball he is brought down from
          behind by Pienaar, with a picture perfect tackle.
                         
          We can cut away to the faces of the spectators when we want;
          from Mandela to Nerine to Sipho and on and on, all over the
          country. But, in truth, our attention belongs on the field.
                         
          ON PIENAAR, continually exhorting his men, leading by
          example, wreaking havoc in the All Black backfield.
                         
          ON LOMU, who always seems just one broken tackle away from
          running one in -- except that there are no broken tackles.
                         
          ON THIRTY BIG, STRONG, BATTLE-SCARRED MEN, who have devoted
          their entire lives to this moment. They are not playing for
          money. They are playing for pride, for their countries.
                         
          Outdated notions. We miss them.
                         
          No tries are scored in the Final. The two fly halves match
          each other, penalty goal for penalty goal.
                         
          With each made kick, the goal posts shrink for the next. The
          penalty goals are unchallenged. It is up to the kicker to
          make them or fail. That is pressure.
           137.
                         
                         
                         
          The score is 6 - 6 when, just before half time, the Springbok
          fly half takes a long, perfect pass from the scrum half, and
          with the All Black defenders looming, kicks a drop goal
          through the uprights.
                         
          The Springboks lead 9 - 6. A tight match.
                         
          So tight, in fact, that there is only one score in the second
          half -- an All Black drop goal that levels the score at 9 -
          9.
                         
          Until right before the end of the match, when the All Blacks
          camp in the Springbok half.
                         
          The scrum half sends a long, spiralling pass to the fly half,
          who is in perfect position to go for a drop goal.
                         
          The kick soars into the air, high and straight.
                         
          43 million South Africans hold their breath.
                         
          All around the world, fans lean forward on their chairs.
          This will be the decisive blow.
                         
          But the kick just goes wide.
          Relief.
                         
          The referee blows his whistle to signal the end of
          regulation. Both teams are spent.
                         
                         
          INT. VIP BOXES - ELLIS PARK - DAY
                         
                          LINGA
           What happens now?
                         
                          HENDRICK
           Extra time. Twenty minutes.
                         
                          LINGA
           I don't think I can take it.
                         
          No one can. Mandela paces. Everyone is drained.
                         
                         
          EXT. OUTSIDE ELLIS PARK STADIUM - DAY
                         
          Sipho leans on the cop car, listening to the radio. He and
          the two cops suck nervously on sodas.
                         
                          CUT TO:
           138.
                         
                         
                         
                         
          EXT. ELLIS PARK STADIUM - DAY
                         
          Two sets of bruised, bleeding, exhausted, cramping men face
          each other for the extra time kick off.
                         
          Pienaar turns to his men.
                         
                          PIENAAR
           Who's the fittest team on this
           field?
                         
          The answer lies in their eyes: they are.
                         
          An All Black penalty goal makes it 12 - 9 almost immediately.
                         
          A Springbok penalty goal answers. 12 - 12.
                         
          Seven minutes from the end of extra time, the Springboks earn
          a scrum deep in All Blacks territory.
                         
                          PIENAAR
           Keep it here. Run it forward.
                         
          The scrum goes down, wheels a little.
                         
           SPRINGBOK FLY HALF
           Francois!
          Pienaar turns his head. The fly half taps his own chest:
          give me the ball.
                         
          Pienaar hesitates, then nods to the scrum half: give him the
          ball.
                         
          The ball goes into the scrum.
                         
          The ball works its way back through the feet of the eight
          Springbok forwards.
                         
          The scrum half gathers it, spins it out to the fly half --
                         
          -- who takes one step to his left and KICKS A DROP GOAL high
          into the air.
                         
          Ball soaring past a backdrop of open mouths. Higher than the
          uprights ...
                         
          ... but through them nonetheless.
                         
          Springboks 15 - 12 All Blacks.
                         
          An entire nation jumps to its feet.
           139.
                         
                         
                         
                         
          INT. VIP BOXES - ELLIS PARK - DAY
                         
          Everyone is on their feet in the press box.
                         
                          MANDELA
           How long before the end?
                         
           MINISTER OF SPORT
           Seven minutes.
                         
          They turn out to be the longest seven minutes in Mandela's
          life. In every South African's life.
                         
          BEGIN CLIMAX SEQUENCE:
                         
          This is where we fold the Rainbow Nation into the rugby
          match, fully.
                         
          INTERCUT BETWEEN PEOPLE ALL OVER SOUTH AFRICA, AND THE RUGBY
          as we show the whole nation wanting exactly the same thing at
          the same time. Faces, postures, eyes are identical, no
          matter where they are, who they are, what color they are.
                         
          (It would be nice if we used all the faces we've already cut
          away to throughout this story.)
                         
          ON THE FIELD
                         
          The All Blacks attack desperately. The Springboks tackle and
          tackle and tackle.
                         
          ON PIENAAR, totally spent but dragging himself to his feet
          for another tackle.
                         
          He glances over at the referee, makes another tackle --
                         
          -- looks over at the referee --
                         
          -- the referee puts his hands on his whistle --
                         
          -- another tackle, another look --
                         
          -- the referee lifts the whistle to his lips --
                         
          -- another tackle, another look --
                         
          -- the REFEREE BLOWS THE FINAL WHISTLE.
                         
          It's over.
                         
          The Springboks have won.
           140.
                         
                         
                         
          END CLIMAX SEQUENCE
                         
                         
          EXT. ELLIS PARK STADIUM - DAY
                         
          Pandemonium on the field, pandemonium in the stands.
                         
          Jason is hugged by an ecstatic boer (Jason is not a hugger).
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
          Mrs. Pienaar and Nerine are in tears. Mr. Pienaar hugs a
          shocked Eunice.
                         
                         
          INT. VIP BOXES - ELLIS PARK - DAY
                         
          Pandemonium in the VIP box. Mandela shakes hands with
          everyone he can find. It is way too loud to say anything.
                         
          Hendrick and Linga almost hug. Almost. They shake hands
          with total joy and engagement, whack each other on the
          shoulder.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          EXT. OUTSIDE ELLIS PARK STADIUM - DAY
                         
          Sipho toi-tois next to the cop car (a township war dance,
          very political). The two cops toi-toi with him.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
          AROUND THE NATION, an EPIDEMIC OF HUGGING begins. This
          spills out onto the streets later, but for now, let's
          restrict this to the people who've been watching the match
          together.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          EXT. ELLIS PARK STADIUM - DAY
                         
          The Springboks say a prayer on the field. Pienaar kneels in
          the middle, leading the prayer.
                         
          Behind them, a WORK CREW ASSEMBLES A PORTABLE PODIUM.
                         
          At "Amen", Pienaar's men lift him to his feet, then onto
          their shoulders.
           141.
                         
                         
                         
          The crowd roars again and again as PIENAAR TAKES A VICTORY
          LAP on the shoulders of the men he has led through thick and
          thin.
                         
          Tears stream down his face, through his unstoppable grin.
                         
          As they near the podium, the team is intercepted by a news
          crew and --
                         
          -- none other then BOLAND BOTHA.
                         
                          BOLAND BOTHA
           Francois ... a few words ...
                         
          The interview booms through the PA system. Pienaar just nods
          -- he isn't about to spoil the moment by reacting to this
          buffoon.
                         
                          BOLAND BOTHA
           ... great game, but I don't think
           you could've done it without the
           amazing support of these 63,000
           South Africans --
                         
          Francois grabs the mike from Boland.
                         
                          PIENAAR
           (into mike, words booming)
           We didn't have the support of
           63,000 South Africans today. We
           had the support of 42 million South
           Africans.
                         
          The crowd roars.
                         
          The Springbok manager grabs Pienaar's shoulder, points.
                         
                          SPRINGBOK MANAGER
           They're waiting for you over there.
                         
          Pienaar turns, looks.
                         
          Mandela waits at the podium, eyes alight with joy.
                         
          In front of him is the WILLIAM WEBB ELLIS TROPHY, a big gold
          confection.
                         
          Their eyes meet.
                         
          Their eyes stay locked as Pienaar fights his way through the
          press, the officials, his own team, to the podium.
           142.
                         
                         
                         
          Mandela holds out his hand. Pienaar takes it. Big hands,
          one black, one white, one with bruises visible, one with a
          lifetime of bruises implied.
                         
          Both wearing the NUMBER 6 SPRINGBOK JERSEY.
                         
                          MANDELA
           Francois, I want to thank you most
           sincerely for what you have done to
           our country.
                         
          Pienaar shakes his head.
                         
                          PIENAAR
           Mr. President, I want to thank you
           for what you have done.
                         
          Eyes lock again, for just a moment, blue eyes, brown eyes --
          African eyes, both.
                         
          And then PIENAAR RAISES THE TROPHY HIGH. A very traditional
          sports hero's moment, richly deserved.
                         
          Real gold, against the green of the battered field.
                         
          But that is not the real prize.
                         
          The prize is what happens next, all over the nation.
                         
                          DISSOLVE TO:
                         
          ALL OVER SOUTH AFRICA, people spill out into the streets, to
          celebrate.
                         
          Utter joy, everywhere, as black and white, servants and
          employers, strangers, enemies, foreigners are swept up in
          love and happiness.
                         
          People who have been suspicious of each other, hated each
          other, feared each other all their lives ... they hug each
          other on this day.
                         
                          DISSOLVE TO:
                         
                         
          EXT. JOHANNESBURG STREETS - END OF THE DAY
                         
          Housewives, gardeners, cops, kids dance in the middle of the
          street.
                         
          A car horn beeps politely.
                         
          BMW, Mercedes, BMW come slowly down the street.
           143.
                         
                         
                         
          The crowd begins to dance and ululate as they part to let the
          convoy through.
                         
                         
          INT. PRESIDENT'S MERCEDES - END OF THE DAY
                         
          Linga in front. Mandela is alone in the back seat. He looks
          out at his people as they cheer him through.
                         
          He also looks exhausted. Spent. None of that shining life
          force that makes him so big.
                         
                         
          INT. GREY BMW (LEAD) - END OF THE DAY
                         
                          JASON
                          (INTO RADIO)
           This route's too crowded. We're
           changing to route B.
                         
                         
          EXT. JOHANNESBURG STREETS - END OF THE DAY
                         
          The convoy switches to another street --
                         
          -- which is just as crowded as the first, with happy South
          Africans.
                         
          It is as if every single person in the Rainbow Nation wants
          to celebrate together.
                         
                         
          INT. GREY BMW (LEAD) - END OF THE DAY
                         
                          JASON
                          (INTO RADIO)
           Change to route C.
                         
                         
          EXT. JOHANNESBURG STREETS - END OF THE DAY
                         
          The convoy switches to yet another street --
                         
          -- to no avail. South Africa is literally dancing in the
          streets.
                         
                         
          INT. PRESIDENT'S MERCEDES - END OF THE DAY
                         
          Mandela leans forward, taps Linga on the shoulder.
           144.
                         
                         
                         
                          MANDELA
           Tell Jason it's all right. There's
           no hurry.
                         
                          LINGA
                          (INTO RADIO)
           Madiba says no need to hurry.
                         
                         
          INT. GREY BMW (LEAD) - END OF THE DAY
                         
          Jason nods, puts down his radio, settles back with a deep
          sigh. So do the rest of the boys in the car. This day is
          almost over.
                         
                         
          INT. GREY BMW (TRAILER) - END OF THE DAY
                         
          Etienne, Hendrick loosen their ties, bask in the feeling.
          Hendrick looks out at the rolling street party -- and shakes
          his head in amazement.
                         
                         
          INT. PRESIDENT'S MERCEDES - END OF THE DAY
                         
          President Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela undoes the top button of
          his rugby jersey, settles back with a deep sigh --
                         
          -- and drives home through a nation that has begun the
          process of forgiving itself. His nation.
                         
          GO IN ON MANDELA'S FACE as it settles into the now-familiar
          sphinx-like mask.
                         
          Except for his eyes.
                         
          Mandela's eyes glow with deep joy and satisfaction as he
          moves slowly through a moment in history that he has worked
          for, all his life.
                         
          ON MANDELA'S EYES ...
                         
           FADE EVER SO
           SLOWLY TO BLACK.
                         
                         
                         
                          THE END
                          


Invictus



Writers :   Anthony Peckham
Genres :   Drama


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