Moffie (2019) - full transcript

SOUTH AFRICA, 1981

"The white minority govern the country through
legislated racial segregation - Apartheid."

"South Africa has begun military operations on its
border with Soviet-backed Angola, to stop the
spread of Communism."

"All white boys over the age of 16 are conscripted
for compulsory military service."

Let's hope he comes back in one piece.

"They are trained to defend the Apartheid regime."

Van der Swart. Van der Swart!

Get on the train.

Come, come.
We don't have all day.

We arrive in Middelburg
day after tomorrow.

None of you get off before then.
If you fuck with me, I'll fuck with you.



You don't fuck around with the windows
and you keep the compartment clean.

If you want to piss,
piss in the toilet.

I don't want any fucking issues.
Any questions?

Good.
Get the fuck in your compartment.

What are you doing there?
Stand up.

Stand up!

Stand up!

Hey, kaffir!
Stand up when a man talks to you.

Stand up!

Give me that bag.

Hey, Mr. Kaffir,
I have a little gift for you.

Come! Come!
Move it! Move it!

Why are you still sitting here?
The train arrived yesterday, scabs.

Come here. Stay with me.



Out! Out!
Now! Now!

Stand in a line.
You, eyes forward.

Move, you morons!

Move! Move!

Move, get on the fucking truck.

Climb out, you cunts!

Run! Get the fuck off.

Take your fucking suitcase!

Take off your clothes.

You scabs are now the property
of the South African government.

Faster! Are you all fucking stupid?

What the fuck do we have here?

Did you think this was a fucking orgy,
Pimpled Cunt?

No, sir.

Sergeant!
Who the fuck are you calling sir?

Were you hoping I'd pull your rope,
Pimpled Cunt?

Do I look like a fucking fag-ass to you?

No, Sergeant.

Take your hands away.
Let's see.

You!

Don't look at his shrivelled dick,
ass-fucker!

Now, fuck off!

Breathe in!

Go.

- Move! Move!
- Breathe in.

What the fuck are you still doing here?
Fuck off!

Forget everything you think you know.

You are no longer someone.

You are scabs.

Bloody, puss-filled, useless scabs.

And it's our job to turn you scabs
into men.

- Understood?
- Yes, Lieutenant.

- I can't hear you.
- Yes, Lieutenant!

One.

Count together... One.

One.

I can't hear you. One.

One.

- Two.
- Two.

But I don't see anyone here
who's going to make it,

and become an officer.

I hope I am wrong

because South Africa is in deep shit.

- Right, scabs?
- Yes, Lieutenant!

- Seven.
- Seven.

- Eight.
- Eight.

- Nine.
- Nine.

The black savages are on our doorstep.

So close, we can smell them.

But we will defend our borders...

We will defend our freedom...

Our women...
Our children...

- Right, scabs?
- Yes, Lieutenant.

- I can't hear you!
- Yes, Lieutenant!

Fifteen.

- Sixteen.
- Sixteen.

- Seventeen.
- Seventeen.

Communism...
Laziness...

Faggotry...
Kaffir sympathy...

And any kind of undermining
will not be tolerated.

If you want to behave like the enemy,

then I will treat you like the enemy.

And how do we deal with the enemy,
Sgt. Brand?

We cure them, Lieutenant.

And how do we do that?

The only fucking way that works.

We send the fuckers to hell.

Hey, who the fuck is this?

Take a look, Bester.
Is this an English prick?

One hundred percent.

I don't know,
the nose is a bit...

No, man, that's a typical Englishman

but he's real handsome.

Excuse me.

I don't know how you fucking Englishmen
made it through primary school.

The government is just wasting money
on you English faggots.

I know what I need to know.

I know how his sister likes it.

I know how to point a rifle
at a kaffir's head...

and shoot.

You don't need school
to teach you that, buddy.

Right, can I just...
Can I have it back, please?

- Snyman?
- Yes?

Why don't you
pick on someone your own size?

Give it back.

Fucking "commie".

Look at him, he's enjoying it.

Dumbass!

- I'll be right back.
- You get two minutes.

Roos will help you.

I am going to spend some time
with Roos' mother.

You sound like a kaffir, commie.

- Why? Because I...
- Sachs!

Shut your fucking trap.

Something on your mind, Sachs?

Move aside.

Fuck me.
Suddenly he's got nothing to say.

Come on.
Now's your chance to speak.

Okay, Sachs.
I'll work on your attitude.

Get the fuck out.

The rest of you can join him.

- I sweat fire
- I sweat fire

- I piss bullets
- I piss bullets

- I shit dynamite
- I shit dynamite

You wanted to come
and take my country away

I'm coming for you, my gun in hand

You better pray so long, dear communist

Because tomorrow
I'm gonna spill your guts

Let's thank Sachs for this opportunity.

Thank you, Sachs.

Come on.

You've all done well.

Time to rest.

Here's some coffee and soup.

Get in formation.

Places...

Get your cups out.

Hurry up, aren't you thirsty?

Yes, Sergeant.

Are you tired?

Yes, Sergeant.

Something to say, Fourie?

Nothing, Sergeant.

What are you standing around for?

Oudtshoorn is that way.

Fuck off!

What else?

Fix that attitude.

Do you have ants in your arse,
Pimpled Cunt?

- No, Sergeant.
- So why the fuck are you shaking?

I'm tired, Sergeant.

I don't give a fuck if you're tired.

You can't be tired, Pimpled Cunt.

If you don't stand still,
I'm going to burst

every one of those yellow revolting
boils on your fuck ugly face.

Drop for twenty, Pimpled Cunt.

How about you, pretty girl?
You tired?

No, Sergeant.

What the fuck is this?

My ear, Sergeant.

- What did you say?
- My ear, Sergeant.

Don't get fucking smart with me.
What's in your ear?

A hole, Sergeant.

And what do you put in that hole,
Stassen?

Nothing of late, Sergeant.

See that tree?

Yes, Sergeant.

Fetch me a leaf from that tree.

Well, fuck me, are you back yet?

Run, you piece of shit.

I can't hear you, Pimpled Cunt.

- Thirteen...
- Fuck me, thirteen?

Make it fifty, Pimpled Cunt.
That's fucking pathetic.

Stand up straight.

This is not a fucking party.

No, Stassen. That's the wrong leaf.

Get the right one.

Off you go.

- Do you feel sorry for your friends?
- Yes, Sergeant.

Take a good look at Pimpled Cunt.

Take a good look at this
inbred sack of bones.

Are you all prepared to die for him?

Yes, Sergeant.

Are you all stupid?

Pimpled Cunt will never
make it to the border.

He's too retarded.

And too fucking slow.

No, Pimpled Cunt will be
baking cookies for the Generals

until the army spits him out
and sends him back home

so that he can fuck
his little sister again.

Take a good look at Pimpled Cunt.

This is what the army rejects.

If you want to be like him,

I'll make sure your time here
will be fucking unbearable.

And you will fucking suffer just like
Pimpled Cunt is going to suffer.

- Do we understand each other?
- Yes, Sergeant!

Who said you could puke
on my fucking tarmac, troop?

Put that puke back in your mouth.

Sergeant...

Question me again
and I'll bite your fucking nose off

and spit on you with your own snot.

Put that puke back
in your fucking mouth, troop.

The rest of you are dismissed.

Stassen and I will stay right here
until he learns some manners.

We all know that God
does not make mistakes.

He created all of us all in his image.

So, when we catch two scabs

doing the most disgusting,

revolting acts

right here, under our noses,

it is our duty

as soldiers, as men,

to punish them accordingly.

And that is what
we are going to do today.

The laws of our country are very clear.

The laws of the Bible are very clear.

So take a good look

at these two godless animals.

They are faggots

and they don't belong with us.

- What are they?
- Faggots!

- I can't hear you!
- Faggots!

- What?
- Faggots!

- I can't hear you!
- Faggots!

- What?
- Faggots!

- What?
- Faggots!

- What?
- Faggots!

What are their names?

Baxter and something.

Van der Walt saw them in the toilets.

What did he see?

Two pairs of feet
in the same fucking cubicle.

- They were busy kissing and stuff.
- Holy shit.

Van der Walt said
the instructors took their pillows,

filled them with gun parts

and let everyone
beat the shit out of them.

And now?
What happens now?

I don't know.

Ward 22.

Jesus, Sachs,
do you know them?

No.

- Are you sure?
- Fuck off.

Well, if you're crazy, you're crazy.

I wonder if it's happened before.

I wonder
if it's happened to you before.

Our dear God and Heavenly Father.

Thank you for another day

in this beautiful country
that you gave us, Father.

Father, we ask you to help us
through this day.

To fulfil our daily duty
to the best of our abilities.

Because, Lord,
we all know why we are here.

We are the Davids
going to battle with Goliath.

But David killed Goliath
with a single stone, Lord.

Because you guided his hand.

Lord, give us the strength,

the energy.

Make us the Davids
who exterminate Goliath.

So that we can be rid,
once and for all,

of the communist threat
on this beautiful country of ours.

That's starting
to look like a trench.

I know it doesn't look like it,
but I think it's going to rain tonight.

If you climb out of these trenches
before I say so,

I'll fucking shoot you.

I don't give a fuck if you drown.
You stay in these trenches.

- Understood?
- Yes, Sergeant.

Right.

Have a good night, girls.
See you tomorrow.

Be careful, Van der Swart,
your willy is going to fall off.

I'm gonna screw till I pass out.

Are we fucking playing or not?

Sachs, the only girl you know
is your pillow.

Stop moaning, Van Der Merwe
You're shit anyway.

Yeah, she doesn't know me yet,
but she will.

She works at this little shop
near my house.

Blonde hair, blue eyes.

Tits like fucking watermelons.

Here it comes, Bester.

Yours, Van Der Merwe!

- What the fuck, Van Der Merwe!
- You're throwing me off my game!

You don't need to be thrown off.

- What the fuck does that mean?
- It means you're shit.

Hey, sexy.

Can I help you?

I'll have a pack of cigarettes
and a kiss, sexy.

A ten pack or... a twenty pack?

- The big one.
- Oh, my goodness!

Fuck this shit.

- For fuck's sake, Van Der Merwe.
- We're just kidding around.

Where are you going?

- Baxter!
- Baxter, stop!

Hey, put the gun down.

Put down the fucking gun, now!

He's out!

Let's see how he looks
after five rounds.

Van der Swart, you're up.

Fight!

Come on. Fight!

Van Der Merwe...
Oscar fucked you up.

Out! Out! Out!

Spin that bottle.

Come on, Stassen!

Fuck. Dylan. It's just a game.

Come on!

Come on, Stassen!

Fuck each other up!
Fuck him up!

Hit him!

Hit him!

What a joke.

Come on, hit harder.

- Do it!
- Hit him!

Fuck him up!

Well done, Van der Swart.

Stassen...

Report to my office.

- Cheers, boys.
- Cheers, guys.

Hey!
What do you think you're doing?

I saw you!

Bullshit, I saw what you were doing!

Sir?

He was spying on you.

Really?

Come!

Come here.

I said, come here. Out of the way.

I'm warning you,
I'll beat you, do you hear me?

- Is everything okay?
- Yes, everything's fine.

- What happened?
- Come!

- Are you sure?
- Yes, I'm sure, woman.

You shouldn't manhandle the boy
like that.

Stay out of it.

Get in there!

I caught this little pervert
in the changing rooms.

What happened?

He was spying on
one of the other boys in the shower.

And then he began to play with himself.

Shut your trap!

It's disgusting.

We can't allow this.
There are children here.

Where's the other boy?

He's still in the changing room.

Is your father here?

Okay, let's find him and the other boy.

Thank you, sir.
We will handle it from here.

No, I also want to talk to his father.

Sir, we will handle it.

Listen, I bring my sons here
every summer.

You get his father.

I'll stay here and make sure
the little faggot doesn't go anywhere.

Where's your father?

What's his name?

Sit here, I'll be right back.

- Are you the father of that boy?
- What has happened?

He was watching
other boys in the showers.

No, no. He just went to...

I saw it, he was there.

What are you talking about?
He was just going to have a shower.

There's the little pervert.
Get him out of here!

We don't want you people here!

If you ever bring that faggot
here again...

Stassen must have fucked off.

Can I help you, Van der Swart?

He had a medical issue.

He's been transferred.

Drop it, Van der Swart.

He's a piece of shit.

I can't let him spoil the whole bunch.

Something else you want to say to me?

Right.
Fucking sheep lifts. Let's go.

Pick up your partner.

Fucking pick him up!

Fucking run!

Turn around. Come back.

Let's go! Let's go!

Swap.

Swap, hurry up!
You're wasting my fucking time.

Pick up your weapon.

Let's move it.

Turn around.

Let's go!
You girls are taking too long.

Don't you dare, motherfucker!

Stand up, Van der Swart!

Attention.

EIGHT MONTHS LATER

Bang!

Roos's entire foot, fucked up!

- What?
- You're all so brave.

Especially you.

We don't feel a thing!

It's the army motto.

Next week we go to the border.

They've told us to write our wills
before we leave.

So, play your cards right

and I'll leave you
my entire stamp collection.

Yes.

My balls feel like lead balloons.

Of my balls? Fuck, yes.

The border...?

Can't be that bad, can it?

Van der Swart, did you hear
about that guy, Hilton?

The friend of that guy
who shot his brains out.

They let him come back
from the madhouse.

Come on, Van der Swart.

What?

He'll know where Stassen is.

Come on!
Let's bag those girls.

Fuck it, Sachs.

Don't forget to leave me
something nice, men.

Bessie...

I'll take good care of your girlfriend.

Yes, Sergeant.

Sign.

Faggot at the end.

Shut up!

Shut up...

Shut up!

Do you hear me?

Shut up!

Leave me alone.

I can't think when you're
constantly fucking crying.

Shut up...

Leave me alone!

Leave me alone!

I'll get you, you little fuckers.

- Commander.
- Not necessary.

Welcome to the fun fair.

My men are not particularly
welcoming at first.

So I suggest you settle in
on the other side.

Beautiful place, this.

Tranquil.

A man can have
some serious dreams out here.

The water tank is at the back.

I almost forgot...

The neighbours.

We're gonna have some fun
with them after dinner.

If you're hungry, you can join us.

A chance to meet the guys.

Right, men. Take your stuff.

Sleep over there.

Snyman, search them.

Van der Swart, Sachs...

Hey.

Stand in a line.

Hey, in a line!

Hands in the air. Come on!

Show me your hands!

Do it!

Did you hear me? Hands in the air.
Lift up!

Sachs!
Lower your fucking weapon.

- Clean, Sergeant.
- Right.

Bester, catch this cookie in your mouth.

Throw!

You're wasting food.

You must aim for the mouth,
not the face.

That's what his mother always says.

Fifty bucks he's the first to die.

What the fuck, Bester!

We're just keeping ourselves busy.

Tracker says it was a landmine.

Two sets of tracks, heading southwest.

Moving slowly, probably wounded.

I feel nothing.

- Not long to go, Sachs.
- Not long.

- What do you see?
- Two men, there.

- Where?
- There, in front of us.

- What do you see?
- Nothing.

Where's the radio?

Enemy sighted. Possibly two...

Contact!

We're sitting ducks out here.

- Right men, keep moving.
- Stand up.

Contact!

Fucking listen to me.
Get to that flank.

Oscar, wait!

What the fuck are you doing?

Snyman, come back!

Stay in your line.

Stay in your line!

They're waiting for us at the top.

Snyman, Fourie...

Follow me, stay low.

Move, stay low.

There's the fucker!

Fuck!

Snyman!

Nick, no!

Breathe, Snyman.

Breathe, Snyman!

Breathe!
Fucking breathe!

Breathe...

Pout yourself a glass of wine.

Come, we're celebrating.

You've just come out of the army, buddy.

Now you're a man.
Have a drink with your father.

Here, have a glass of wine.

Let's drink to Nicholas.

Of course.

We're proud of you, son.