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Morning, morning!

What's going on here that nothing's happening?

Howzit, guys! Jabu!

Hey!

That guy works his arse off.

Oopsie!

This shouldn't be open.

The polony will melt.

Uh-oh! I'm not late, just early for tomorrow.

A bunch of hooligans.

Morning, morning, morning!

Morning, Auntie!

Morning, sir.

It's important to me

to physically touch my personnel every morning.

It's an energy thing. I'm not a touchy guy.

I had to learn.

As my rugby coach used to say,

"Don't be so scared of contact, Flip."

Those hooligans won't admit it, but they love it.

Comrade!

I provide the roof over their heads.

-The meat on their plates. -How you, Bosman?

Or pap... or curry, whatever it is that they eat.

Not polony. Everyone's sick of polony.

It's a big responsibility.

They really squeeze you.

Luckily, I like a good squeeze.

-Hey, Flip. -Yeah?

You locked Thabang in the fridge again.

-It wasn't me. -I saw you on the cameras.

Is Thabang too scared to go in again?

Okay, that's hilarious.

But seriously, I can regulate my body temperature.

I can survive in there for days,

but regular guys will only last an hour, max.

Wow, wow.

I guess I should open for him.

-Tjaart, hug! -Oh, yeah. Sorry, sorry.

Okay.

Now the day can begin

with a nice cup of coffee.

She's hot. Dibs!

Gross, dude.

Shut up. You have a girlfriend.

A Potch girl.

I can't see.

She seems nice.

-Emma. -What does a Potch girl look like?

Like the girls you English killed in camps.

-Stop it, Tjaart. -How old's this goose?

Um, I can't see.

No one lists their age these days.

About 22.

Caught out, pervert!

-Oh, no. -Pervert!

Be careful of him. His search history is filthy.

Our IT guy went blind.

He's joking. We don't have an IT guy.

-Pass your phone. -No.

-See? -Because he's a pervert.

Okay, go on.

Show her. There's nothing.

I'm not interested, Joubert. I respect my staff's privacy.

So, that's the kind of guy I am.

Come through.

Thanks.

Tjaart, sit.

Ask how old she is.

Bro, chips. Tjaart, chips.

No, thanks.

I love polony.

I'm really passionate about it.

Some kids want to be rugby or cricket heroes when they grow up.

I was like... mm-mm.

Polony dealer.

Okay, my girly.

Let's see what we have here.

Potch, huh? Nice, Bourbons.

Just one little problem.

You're too White.

-Excuse me? -Too white. Pale. Flesh colour.

Can one still say "flesh colour"?

I'm joking!

Oh, okay.

Relax, relax, relax.

Would you paint yourself black if required by head office?

-What? -Schuster did. He's a millionaire.

I'm joking!

-Oh! -It's me, Flip.

There's a camera! There's a camera!

Shucks, it's Flip!

Oh.

You can't joke like that anymore.

Hilarious back then, but would be cancelled now.

"Don't cancel me, I'm also woke."

-Burn the tape. -What is this?

-What-- -Ignore them.

It's a small thing about me.

Something like 'Chasing The Sun'.

Chasing the polony.

-Oh. -Um...

You've got the job.

Wow. Okay, that's great. Thank you, sir.

Don't 'sir' me.

No, no.

Call me the Rassie of polony.

Yes.

I'd say I'm the Rassie of polony.

I'm innovative, I bend the rules, and I don't have a wife.

People look at me and say,

"This guy doesn't belong here".

In a good way.

Let's talk about your role. Not your fat rolls.

Not that you have-- Not that I was looking.

I respect women.

It's social media.

Facebook, Insta is the new thing.

Auntie Miems used to run it, but she's...

Also my personal assistant and web design.

Excuse me?

-Web design. -No, the personal assistant?

I... have a lot on my plate.

I put polony on 140 000 family's plates.

Do the math on that.

Personal assistant wasn't in the job description.

It is now.

Then I'm probably your 'pa'.

Huh?

Your pa, as in PA.

That's brilliant!

So you do have a sense of humour.

You're not my dad, but I can be yours.

Do you still have a dad?

Sorry, sir. There's an annoyed lady on the line.

Uh, tell her I'll call her back.

Lesson.

Never take a call from a hysterical woman.

No, this is just a stepping stone for me.

I mean, I'm better than polony.

I'm not cocky,

but if I can make polony look good, the world's my oyster.

Okay.

Why do you want it?

You won't understand, tall virgin, but I'll teach you something.

Chicks like three things.

My down-syndrome brother, a guy who can drink,

and six tight abs.

One week and I'll look like Siya Kolisi.

Yup.

-Is this the real deal? -First edition.

My dad bought it from Verimark in 2003.

-2003? -Yes.

Then it's the real deal.

I picked it up behind the butchery.

Okay, R500.

-Are you crazy? -Why?

This is R500 new.

It's sentimental to me.

-Take it or leave it. -Okay, okay. Chill.

It makes sense.

Name your price.

It's R500.

Okay, first things first. Tjaart, sit.

-This lady-- -Emma.

She's the new girl under me.

-Legend. -She's my PA.

Get your mind out of the gutter.

-Tell them that joke. -I...

Listen.

I just said that I'm his pa.

As in PA.

My pa!

Hilarious!

Lame joke.

Uh, I manage the social media--

Oh, sorry. The social media--

No, I understand the Afrikaans.

It's alright, go ahead.

Q, we've spoken about that accent. Only I'm allowed to do it.

Joke.

C'mon, I'm making the joke!

Wow.

-The Soutie never understands. -Flip, I understand Afrikaans.

"We lie awake at night, waiting." Understand that, Kayle?

Because it's about you.

It's tough being the only one picked on because of your culture.

It can't be easy for Kayle.

My girly,

I need to call that annoyed customer. What do we know? Talk to me.

Veronica. We delivered 15 kilos of polony

that expired the next day.

She posted it on Facebook.

-Just turn Facebook off. -That won't remove the post, Auntie.

The internet's getting clever.

I saw a video of a hyena attack at a pre-school.

It bit every kid and the teacher.

Only realised it was fake after donating.

Good point. Thanks, Tjaart.

Dispatch probably sent the wrong box.

You're a box. My things run smoothly. Leave dispatch alone.

Yes, Rassie's from dispatch. It's just a mix-up.

-It can't be that bad. -The comments are quite bad.

"Polony doesn't go off, it is off."

So we're dealing with a bully. What do we do with a bully?

-We bully her back. -So we give the bully beef?

Hilarious, but you're undermining me.

I want suggestions. All opinions welcome.

Why don't we just refund her?

I thought you were Indian. Nope, bad idea.

Fine, I'll call her back.

Let Flippie sort it out.

Auntie Miems.

Watch and learn.

Tjaart, sit.

Veronica, hello?

Veronica, it's Flip Bosman from Deluxe Processed Meats Klerksdorp.

For the record, you're not on speaker.

Uh, I believe we have a problem.

I don't have a problem, you do.

First of all, we don't do refunds.

Thankfully, you were in the mood for polony.

So, I will replace it.

I'll personally bring a fresh batch. Where are you?

Gosh, that was easy. We're at Sarel Brand School.

The special school?

Yes, the special needs school.

My brother went to that school.

-Boarding School Head-boy. -Wow, Veronica.

Thanks for your service. It's a tough job.

Yes, it is tough. And we don't get funding.

There's dust everywhere.

Kids beg for a patch of grass to kick a ball.

Really?

-Can they kick? -Yes, yes.

We even have a rugby team.

It's sweet to see them running around.

Our facilities are terrible.

Veronica,

you need more than 45 kilos of polony.

I'm going to build you a rugby field.

-Really? -Yes.

-Really? -It's the least we can do.

Wow! Gosh, thank you!

Seriously. Thank you.

That's how it's done.

Does the rugby field have floodlights?

No, that's too much.

Dream bigger, Veronica.

Clubhouse ceremonies.

You don't know what it would mean to these kids.

How will they know they're winning without a scoreboard?

-Scoreboard! -How will you manage to do it?

Don't worry, I'll make a plan.

-Mr Bosman, I hope you'll be blessed. -Too late for that.

My girly, Google a quote for a rugby field.

Desmond.

Desmond?

Tutu.

Tutu.

You know what I'd teach at your school?

What?

Care.

The special child is a myth.

All children are special.

In fact, everyone in the office is special.

Except for Kayle. Kayle's a Corky.

Pull it.

-Pull, dude! Harder! -This is cool.

-I'll look like Brendan Peyper. -I know.

-I remember these! -It's not a toy.

-Please, Tjaart, please. -Okay, quickly.

My auntie had one of these.

You've got to be so strong.

-Oh. -No!

-Dude! -Oh, I'm sorry, Tjaart.

You broke it!

I'm sorry. I barely touched it.

I'll barely touch your face. Look at it!

Shit, sorry!

Don't be cocky. It's not because you're strong.

It's that tall thief who sold it to me.

-Looking for me? -It broke. I want my money back.

-That's your fault. -Kayle broke it,

and he's as strong as a brutal fruit. Cough up.

Sorry, dude. I've already spent it.

-On what? -Pens.

-R500 on pens? -Yes.

Sell the container of pens and refund me.

Abs aren't a thing anymore.

-Abs aren't-- -Mm-mm.

Girly, stand in front of me.

Okay, imagine this.

We go to a club, and we're at the bar.

We're dancing and dancing. I buy you a drink.

I work my magic, I chat you up. Abracadabra, you're chatted up.

We go to your place where you feel comfortable.

I rip my shirt open,

you look down and see six rock hard, chiselled abs.

What is your reaction?

-Wow. -Yes?

I have a house!

-Fine, my place then. -You can come to my place.

-I have an indoor-braai. -Nice, let's go.

You'd love to be there and watch, pervert.

What's your reaction to the abs?

I think personality is more important.

That's fine, I have six of those too.

My girly!

Morning, sawubona, giyaphila, wena unjani.

How are things at head-office? Are you lazy arses working?

Flip, what's up?

Okay, straight to it.

Guys, we have a huge opportunity

to make a difference in the lives of special children.

I want to know... if you're in.

Uh, I have no idea what you're talking about.

We promised to build a rugby field for a special needs school.

My PA will get some quotes.

Tell the PA joke. Listen to this.

The others didn't laugh.

Go for it, go for it.

I just said that I'm his PA, which it translates to pa, so--

-Sorry she messed it up. -Flip, Flip.

Sorry, just back it up for me.

You promised to build a rugby field?

Uh, yes, with my name-- With our name on it.

Deluxe Processed Meats. Flip Bosman.

But our charitable budget has been allocated.

-On what, that sad fun-run? -It's for cancer!

Exactly. Cancer's not fun.

This is legacy--

Those kids can even kick.

No, Flip. Just no.

One could become a Springbok. Think about that.

Look at Bakkies' sweet story.

-He's from a technical school. -Same thing, right?

Flip, no.

You're an interim manager. Fix this mess.

Don't do anything else but polony.

Cool!

Okay. Roger. Capitano.

Um...

Over and out.

Alright, on to point number two.

Couldn't you tell it the way you told me?

Hey, Tjaart, buddy.

I'm really sorry about your ab flex.

I know how special it was to you.

Yeah, well. You can't fix what's broken, Kayle.

Yeah, what's right is right.

I mean, I'll even pay for it if you want.

Okay, R1 000.

Oh, yeah. Um...

Uh, well there.

You're forgiven. Bye.

Yeah, so we're cool, right?

-Pal. -Buddy, no.

Cool.

My girly!

Call everyone to the boardroom for a meeting.

There's a meeting.

Nice, nice, nice.

Tjaart, sit.

Okay.

When did you last make a difference, Auntie Miems?

-What? -Q, when last were you a hero?

-I don't know. -He doesn't know.

Let me take you back in time.

A plane crashes into the Andes with the Uruguayan rugby team.

Those guys had to stand together.

They even had to eat the dead to survive.

But they were a team.

Sure, a few players short, but still a team.

We're not going to eat each other. We're not Uruguayans.

-Eew! But we're hungry. -Flip, what the hell are you saying?

That we should be a team. I'll get there.

That was nice.

-Thanks, but-- -I won't eat anyone here.

But you're missing my point.

Look, we are a team.

And as a team, we can build those special kids a rugby field with...

our own money.

-Huh? -Would you all please donate?

Well, you won't believe it, but Tjaart wants to donate a R1 000.

-Wow! -No, I--

No, Joubert.

I don't have cash. I have no cash on me.

It's literally in his pocket.

Tjaart, what?

-No, no, it's a joke. I wanted to. -Oh, wow!

It's from the heart. I'm a good person.

-Biggest heart in Klerksdorp. -Not only the biggest heart.

It's a start, but not enough.

-How much will it cost? -My girly?

-Still waiting for quotes. -Still waiting for quotes,

but a few thousand.

Each.

Flip, you can't expect everyone in the office to pay.

I don't have time for this.

Leave right now if you're not in.

Okay.

No, no, wait!

You can leave, but say to my face: "I don't want to help special kids".

I don't want to help special kids.

Don't tell me.

Tell little Jannie, a special child.

-Hello, Auntie. I'm Jannie. -Flip, stop!

It's just an example.

Won't anyone help?

-Bossman, this is your thing! -My thing?

Okay, fine. Shap, shap!

But don't you dare come later,

when those kids, who can actually kick,

play on that Flip Bosman rugby field,

and expect credit--

Not that it's about credit.

It...

But you won't get that

warm, fuzzy feeling for being a good person.

It'll all be mine!

All of it!

You...

Hey, I donated.

I feel good.

No, I don't want to change my flight.

Do you want to give Emirates a run for their money

with your own stadium?

Come in!

Hello? Hello?

My girly, make a note, I'm never flying again.

Do you fly often?

How can I help you?

-The quotes. -Oh.

-Grass and posts? -Grass and posts.

I played a lot of rugby. A lot.

One game stuck with me.

At half-time, we were 48 points behind.

Then we came together as a team. We decided, as a team

to stop the game before they hurt us.

And we did.

Everyone was fine afterwards.

Veronica?

Sometimes, you have to lose earlier

to avoid losing further.

Can I have your attention, beautiful people?

I got a bit swept away in my

burning passion for special children.

It wasn't fair because we are a team.

So...

sorry, neh?

Veronica is almost here,

and we can't build that field.

It's not possible.

It's really impossible.

And I think it's only right as a team,

for us to tell her.

Please, guys.

Please.

Speak of the angel!

Hello, lovely people.

-Lovely people. -Hello.

Lovely.

Hello.

I'll get straight to it.

We'd like to share something with you.

Anyone?

My girly?

Yes, tell her.

Um...

The...

rugby field--

No more umming. Out with it.

Enough with the umming and ahing.

I have something to show you.

Have a look.

Look, look.

Hello!

-Thank you, Uncle Flip! -Thank you, Uncle Flip!

They're so excited!

-Thank you for the rugby field! -Thank you for the rugby field!

So, how can I help you?

Oh, I...

The thing is...

The thing is that the rugby field--

Will take some time.

Yes?

We were wondering if you also need rugby balls.

No, no, no. You're doing too much already.

Gosh, thank you.

For me, legacy

is a small rugby field for special, special kids in Klerksdorp.

Wait, wait.

Close your eyes.

Imagine you have a child.

He's special,

but he has a huge left foot.

He wants to play rugby.

Where will he kick that ball?

Special Rugby Field

Flip Bosman rugby field.

Imagine that.

Hey.

Did you survive your first day as Flip's dad?

-Yes. -Okay.

It's a lot of inbreeding.

I'm his dad, and apparently, his girly too.

I'd like to tell you it'll get better.

-I really do. -Okay.

-Have a good evening. -Cheers.

Good evening, Flip.

Cheers, Jouba.

Oh, Flip.

Just call her Emma.

Why are you still here?

-I'm catching up on your socials. -Hmm.

-Will you lock up? -It's my first day.

-I have no idea. -And what a day it was.

Have a good evening...

Emma.