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I wish we’d testified at the TRC.

If you had testified

we'd all still be in jail

and you would have never seen Cornell grow up.

And

there would have been no amnesty for what we did.

We didn’t deserve amnesty,

we deserved to be punished.

You think this wouldn’t have happened if you had gone to prison?

I know it.

Call it

God's Judgement, Karma,

whatever you believe in...

but these are the consequences

of the sins we reap for the violence we sowed.

Martha and Cornell suffered

because of my cowardice.

Elzabet suffered too.

Elzabeth miscarried because of genetics,

not because of what you and I did.

The people who attacked your home didn’t know who you are.

They just knew what you are.

A white farmer.

I'm sorry.

You were there for me when Elzabet passed.

I’ll be here for you.

I need a favour.

Anything.

Please can you get me a current address for this ID Number...

What is this?

Something that needs to be settled.

I said 'shut up'!

Shut up!

Listen, kaffir.

I want you to understand

that you don’t have much time.

I need to stitch up your arm

to stop you bleeding to death.

And we’re also running out of time.

There are MK meetings nearby,

where bombings and attacks are being planned.

Innocent lives are hanging in the balance...

Wouter is going to ask you some questions.

If you answer,

I’ll make a stitch.

If you don’t... I’ll make another cut.

How does that sound?

I shouldn’t have cut so deep.

He was just about to tell us something.

I could feel it.

Fuck!

I wouldn’t worry.

Viaan, Jean and Warren will get something, I'm sure.

I asked Martha to marry me.

And?

And she said...

yes.

That’s great, man!

Will you be my best man?

It would be an honour.

Suspects are given the same sensation as drowning.

Hovering on the edge of consciousness.

Yet they won’t actually die.

They’ll just wish they were dead.

What if he has a heart condition?

Hm.

Excellent point, Viaan.

That is why it is vital you try and learn as much about the suspect’s health

before you ruin it.

Next time, you won't see me coming.

Why do you think our badges

look like shields?

'Cause we're meant to protect the public,

shield them from danger.

Our country,

our culture,

our way of life is under threat.

The Americans, the British...

the whole world tells us that

what we are doing is wrong.

That Apartheid is evil.

They don’t live here.

They don’t see how we're

trying to

keep all our people safe and pure.

Am I right?

Yes, Sir!

Elements from the outside

are doing their best to destabilize us.

They gather in groups, plotting and scheming

to take down the government.

A disease

infecting the minds of our citizens.

You have two options:

One, either

you

you choose to protect the public or

you know that

it’s too late for protecting...

And there's only one path left.

Welcome to C-1.

That's it.

Hang in, sir.

Mr. van Vuuren, you need to calm down, sir.

Wout...

is that you?

You must be Elzabet.

And what has he been saying?

Only good things.

I thought I was better than good.

That girl's trouble.

You have no idea.

I didn’t know they made Afrikaans girls like her.

Why’d you invite him?

Imagine what he’ll be like if I didn’t invite him.

True.

Is Christo here?

He was playing hide and seek... Rozanne!

Have you seen your father?

No.

You’re a lucky man,

having a place like this.

How did you afford it?

I inherited it.

Sometimes tragedy is rewarded.

When this is all done,

when we're no longer needed...

I'd like to have a view like this.

Where's your heaven?

Heaven?

Heaven has too many people.

There is this place I used to go fishing with my dad.

I think they called it Sneeuberg Plaas...

But we called it Hadeda Hills

as they were everywhere.

Standing there with him it felt like we were the only two people on earth.

It's Eden,

not Heaven...

Found him!

Come on.

Ah!

Oh!

Are you alright?

What asshole threw a stone at me?

Ah!

Of course!

You!

I should get back to the braai.

Yes.

I didn’t realise there was going to be a show as well.

I keep my guests entertained.

I see.

You're an interesting bunch of men.

Elzabet warned me about that.

You’re her friend?

Yes. Martha.

I hope you don't mind I came along.

Of course.

You’re cheeks are a little red,

you wanna grab a drink and cool them down?

Where's Martha?

Where's

where's Cornell?

Dawid,

you must calm down.

Wouter,

where's my family?

Wouter!

No!

Thank you.

I'm sorry, Sipho, you know the rules.

You only get a chocolate if you help paint.

I'll paint tomorrow. I promise.

Have you ever been naughty, Sipho?

Will you be naughty again?

So should you be punished

for the naughty things that you might do in the future?

That's right.

We are rewarded

or punished

for what we do,

not what we might do.

I wanted to tell him that he was right.

That no child should be punished for the sins of their parents.

Why didn't you?

Because it wouldn't have answered his question.

Did you give him his chocolate?

If he paints tomorrow I'll give him two.

One for doing the work, and

one for keeping his promise.

You are a strange man, my love.

And you're even stranger for marrying me.

Come here!

Cornell?

I need to talk to you both.

Are you going to marry her?

I don't want to.

Why not?

I don’t love her.

That’s a good reason.

I thought you were gonna force us to get married.

Your grandparents

were forced to marry because of me.

I’d like to believe that they

loved each other in the end... but...

for whatever reason you've chosen a path.

And by the end of the year

you're going to be a father.

And a father has

responsibilities.

I know...

No

You don’t.

Until you've held

another life in your hands,

you can't know what it means.

I brought this upon you.

I brought this upon you.

I brought this upon you.

My father was furious.

So was I.

Our last moments together

were spent arguing.

I’m sorry.

Thank you.

I didn’t love Cornell.

I liked him though.

I came here today to tell him I picked out a name.

Do you want to know?

You are her grandfather.

I shouldn’t be anything to anyone.

If you need anything, send me a bill.

I will take on Cornell’s responsibilities.

You need to be careful.

He thinks you're using your leg as an excuse to not work hard.

Please, I was sick!

I believe you, Pravesh.

What was that?

Nothing.

You will get into trouble with Tony for that.

He will fire you.

He won’t fire me if he thinks he can get into my pants.

Is a kitten worth your job, hm?

Is a kitten worth your job?

Sometimes you’re just a sweet quiet old man.

Who reminds me a little too much of my grandfather.

But then you go and say something like that...

and I wonder if it's just your leg that’s a little bit twisted.

Tsk.

I saved her life,

so she's my responsibility.

Thank you.

I’ve never seen...

Pravesh,

your fear frightened me.

I wouldn’t want to be left alone.

No.

If I woke up and found you in my home,

your unfamiliar presence...

it would terrify me.

You know how to reach me.

Mother ♪♪♪

Do you know what I'm afraid of?

Being arrested?

No,

I’m ready for that.

Then

what?

Your mother.

Don't laugh, I'm serious, okay.

The way she looks at-I think she knows.

Mothers always know.

Is it because I’m black?

It’s because

you’re a woman

that my mother

did not choose.

I warned you not to visit the shop.

And if you could just control the way you look at me, it wouldn’t matter.

I'm not good at hiding my feelings.

Well you’re gonna have to be, if you're gonna be coming to the meetings.

Why?

Well they, they're raiding them more regularly now.

They seem to think there are some Indians that are informing the police.

I would never betray you.

You know that.

I’m going to call the police.

If that's what you want.

I’m serious.

So am I.

If you call the police, I'll stay right here.

I will tell them what you did

to me.

And I won’t deny it.

If they send me to court, I'll plead guilty

and go to jail if I have to.

Is this

some kind of sick joke, hm?

You ruined me and my life

thirty years ago,

and now you’re back

to do it all over again, hm?

Why?

I’m not here to seek forgiveness.

I know I don’t deserve that.

Atonement,

amends...

I’ll do anything to try and

bring balance back to the scales of justice that I

tipped so cruelly

against you.

All I want

is to never see your face,

or hear your voice ever again.

I’m staying at the King’s Sea hotel.

I'll wait.

Did you ever wonder what I was doing there

that night?

You were attending a meeting.

No,

I mean, in the street

when you found me?

I never thought about it

Well that’s funny.

Because you kept asking me “why are you here?”, “why are you here?”.

You asked so many times I thought maybe you wondered.

I don’t remember.

Well I remember.

I remember every detail.

You branded that night into me.

He can’t stay.

Indians are part of our struggle.

He has a right.

Too many of our meetings are being raided

Too many of our comrades are vanishing.

We're hearing Indian informants are to blame.

I want to fight.

I wouldn’t betray you. You can trust me. Please.

Our words are easy.

I can’t rely on words alone.

If you want to stay,

he must leave.

I’m sorry.

Don’t be.

They’re right.

What have I done to prove myself?

You bring me to meetings, I come, I cheer, I say the right things but...

you’re doing things.

Striking back.

I'll wait for you.

We’re going some place else.

If You wait here

it’ll look like you’re really spying on us.

I’ll see you later?

Yeah.

Pravesh!

I love you.

I love you too

Stop!

Don’t you fucking move!

Are you a thief?

No, Sir.

Then what the fuck are you doing out on the streets?

Indians aren’t allowed in the Free State

after dark.

Sir...

My cousin and I were making deliveries.

I

Took a nap, and

it looks like maybe he

left me behind.

I’m very sorry, Officers.

Please,

if you let me go

I'll run straight home.

What do you think?

Smells like bullshit to me

Uh!

Kak! You lying fuck!

No, Sir! No!

Rumor has it there’s an MK meeting somewhere close by.

You didn’t happen to come from there did you?

I can't hear you?

Where’s the meeting?

You fucking spitting animal!

Get the rope.

Ah.

Where's my daughter?

Lwazi told me to leave early.

People thought I was-

They thought you were a spy.

I know you are.

How can you say that?

This...

this is a white hospital.

I had to sneak in as a cleaner.

Why are you being treated here?

I...

I was beaten by a policeman!

I thought I was going to die.

If a policeman wanted you dead, you'd have been eaten by rats on the side of the road.

But you are here.

Alive.

And my daughter is missing.

What can I do

to prove my innocence?

Nothing...

My daughter loved you.

And for that

I offer you this -

leave!

The town.

The province.

And don’t ever come back.

I spent the next few years living

as though I was looking at life through the wrong end of a

of a telescope.

The bodies of Lwazi and the other activists were never found.

Their families never got to bury their loved ones.

Never got to properly say goodbye.

You tell me...

You tell me where those bodies are buried.

I don’t know.

Of course.

The bodies of our past must always stay buried, hm?

It isn’t that.

I wasn’t there.

I was reassigned

by the time your friends were questioned.

Tortured.

I can take you there.

But the policy was never to dig graves

anywhere nearby.

So you can’t help me.

My former squad members

almost long retired by now.

Except Wouter, but

he wouldn’t know he was also reassigned the same time as me.

And the rest of them...

They won’t want to talk.

I knew this

was a waste of time.

Why did you come looking for me?

They attacked my home.

They murdered my wife

and my son.

Uh!

Well...

At least you had a family.

They didn’t deserve what happened to them.

Just as you didn’t deserve what happened to you.

How do I know you won’t

drive off,

and go and drink brandy with your friends...

and when the guilt runs out,

you'll simply

give up and forget, huh?

You can come with me.

Witness everything.

If you feel that I’m not trying hard enough,

not pushing my former colleagues hard enough for answers then...

you can call the police on me.

Do whatever you want.

I can barely stand to look at you.

And you expect me to jump into a car with you and drive off to god knows where?

No no no it's...

It's not what you think!

I swear to you,

on the love I have for my wife

and my son, and the honour of their memory.

I swear

I'll find your friends.

All of this wealth

and still these people choose to live inside a prison.

The lights are on...

What are you doing?

I'm gathering evidence.

Of what?

Don’t know yet.

What do you think happened?

I don’t know.

I thought you'd be more concerned.

About your friend.

Jean not my friend.

But I am concerned.

When I worked at the police I learned that when investigating a case,

more mysteries would

spring up.

They're always a distraction.

So I just

make notes of them and

stay focused on the

main case.

So that’s what I am

to you?

A case?

It was just a figure of speech...

I’m sorry if I offended you.

You offend me by breathing.

Who lives here?

Viaan.

He was our captain.

Hm.

See how it pays to be evil.

Suzy is that you?

Surely it’s not Wednesday yet!

Suzy?

Good evening.

Sorry to startle you...

We were looking for Viaan.

Oh Viaan.

Please come in!

Now how do you know Viaan?

We're old friends.

Oh that’s wonderful.

None of his friends ever came to visit.

Even since he's been back.

Please sit.

You’re very quiet.

Sore throat.

Oh you should see a doctor, it makes you sound like a coolie.

Is Viaan here?

I don’t think so.

I haven’t heard him since my afternoon nap.

Any idea when he'll be back?

Shouldn’t be long.

I should be attending to dinner. You’re both staying I assume?

Of course.

Please feel free to explore.

Viaan’s very proud of this place.

Did you find anything?

No but

Every room I went into

had this feeling of... you know...

Not being lived in.

Exactly.

I found unopened letters on an office desk.

Lots of them.

I could be wrong, but I think the only place Viaan exists here, is in his mother’s mind...

Steak is Viaan’s favourite.

I make it nearly every night for him.

Sometimes he eats fish or

chicken soup.

Just for variety.

Thank you.

It was delicious.

I’m sorry Viaan couldn’t join us.

It’s very rare for him not to sit with me.

You’re both just like him.

So quiet and polite.

Letting me do all the talking.

Well...

we'll do the dishes.

No you don’t have to.

Suzy comes in on Wednesday.

She does the cleaning

and buys the groceries.

Why doesn’t Viaan do the shopping?

Oh.

You really need lemon and ginger tea. Your voice sounds awful.

So why doesn’t

Viaan do the shopping?

He doesn’t like the way people look at him

ever since he's come back.

What are these symbols?

I saw a book on

ancient Egyptian religions upstairs.

They're interesting.

And terrifying.

The older ones are different.

The figures are gathering.

Do you recognise these mountains?

Uh.

That’s what happens to damaged limbs in the cold.

Does it ever get better?

After all these years,

it still hurts

worse

in winter.

Ah.

Pravesh.

Pravesh!

What is it?

I was too tired last night to think of it...

but I noticed this morning that the

pathway outside is

overgrown.

No one's been coming or going.

What does it mean?

We’ll find no answers here.

So where to next?

Christo is the closest...

Who hurt you?

I don’t know their names.

You should give them names.

I never knew your name and for a long time the image of you was

like some nameless nightmare. Leeching into everything in my life that had a name.

And then I gave you one,

and was able to take back at least a part of me.

What did you name me?

Pishacha.

A demon.

We wait.

How do you know somebody's at home?

Someone drove through dogshit.

Direction suggests

into the garage.

Not out of it.

Perhaps it's better if we knock again?

Excuse me?

Is someone there?

Luzane?

Have we met?

Yes.

But you were probably too young to remember.

I'm Dawid.

An old work friend of your father's.

Hide and seek!

My Dad got lost

up in one of your trees.

Yes! That’s right.

How is Christo?

Still lost.

Do you live here?

My mother did.

But she passed away.

I’m sorry.

Don’t be.

She was never really here.

I think she only lived to keep Dad company.

But when he disappeared...

She

faded away.

How long has he been gone?

About three years.

Or forever.

It’s hard to know these days.

Do you remember anything unusual

around the time he disappeared?

No.

I’ve recounted those days

a thousand times over

to the police.

To friends.

To my ex-husband.

But the short version is it

could have been

any other week.

Except he never came home.

You know I've

I've thought about selling this place.

There's a chill that never really left.

But it’s the only thing I have left of Dad.

And what if he comes home

and there’s no one to find him?

Let me give you my number.

Just in case.

What’s bothering you?

Where was Viaan?

Pardon?

His mother made it sound like he’d been away.

He had.

He was in prison.

Why?

Thank you for your testimony, Mister Viljoen.

I wish...

I wish I could take it all back.

I wish you could too, Mister Viljoen.

But you can still help.

How?

Give us the names

of your fellow squad members,

and reveal the location of the graves

where you buried our comrades

whom you murdered.

I’m afraid I can’t do that.

Mister Viljoen,

the TRC exists

so that the crimes of the past

can be confessed.

It is a sacred place

where forgiveness can be found.

Even a man like you,

who did what you did,

can still get a degree of amnesty.

But

there are conditions.

You give us those names.

And the location

of the graves.

Or else

you

will go to jail.

I can’t reveal any names.

But why not Mister Viljoen?

Because it is not my place.

Those men, my colleagues they

they didn’t choose to sit here with me.

So I won't force this on them,

as we forced so much on others.

Then

for the sake of your victims’ families,

won’t you

reveal the whereabouts

of the graves?

The bodies can be used

to trace my colleagues and their involvement.

We weren’t too careful about evidence because we didn’t think it mattered.

Viaan never gave us up.

Or the location of any of the graves.

They found some...

How long was he in prison?

I thought he still was.

At least twenty years.

Maybe more.

You should have joined him.

I know.

Go away.

Let me in, Gert.

Look into the camera.

Dawid.

What’s a poes like you doing on my doorstep?

I’m not going to explain out here.

What does this Gert have against crocodiles?

Nothing.

He loves them.

So why kill them by the hundred?

It was his code-name.

"Krokodil".

We all had one in C-1.

Jean was "Skerpion", Christo was "Slang".

What was yours?

"Jakkals".

Makes sense.

Eater of the dead.

You...

come inside.

He stays.

I’m not trying to get anyone into trouble.

Give me the location and I’ll swear blind it was me who buried them there.

Their families deserve-

Did they rape your wife?

Did the men who attacked your farm...

Did they rape your wife?

No.

I reckon they thought she was dead already.

Doesn’t always stop them.

Why would you ask me that?

I’m trying to figure out why you are so stupid.

Digging up those graves will get you shut in prison and me too.

I would never mention your name.

You

are weak.

You've always been weak.

Viaan had his weaknesses yes but...

after the squad explained to him that we are the ones that will look after his mother...

he strengthed up

and took our secrets with him all the way to prison.

Look at this.

What is that?

Don’t lie to me.

I haven’t had to make another man scream in decades...

but I still know how to spot a lie on someone’s face.

This is the inside of Viaan’s mind.

He’s disappeared.

Jean too.

And I can’t find any trace of Warren.

And you sit here surrounded by eyes looking out into the world.

What are you so afraid of?

Someone is coming after us.

Picking us off one by one.

Who?

We didn't care about their names, did we?

One of them.

One of the few we didn’t kill.

A family member bent on revenge.

Hunting us.

The ones that are left.

Just give me the location.

Maybe finding those bodies will put an end to all of this.

There's only one end to this.

And that is in death.

Go.

And don’t come back

What?

Don’t you dare keep secrets from me, hm?

Did he tell you where the bodies are buried?

At least he knows where they are, right?

I tried.

Why is that people feel they can absolve themselves by using two simple words?

Either “I tried”

or “I’m sorry.”

I really did try.

Adding two more words does not make it any better.

Tsk.

So that’s it then? We’re done here?

There’s still Francois...

Oh! The one with dementia?

Ha.

Well maybe in a situation as crazy as this,

the mad are the only ones who have the answers.

At best he has small moments of lucidity but

mostly

well,

you’ll see for yourselves.

The weavers shouldn’t be here. It was winter yesterday. Not spring.

Francois...

Do you remember me?

Familiar...

Do you live here?

No.

We knew each other

when we were young men.

I’m Dawid.

This house is full of ghosts. They visit me.

One moment they're sitting there on the windowsill. The next minute...

gone.

Do ghosts age?

I thought time stopped when you were dead.

I’m not a ghost.

Oh...

They all say that.

The spectres of the day say it the most. The ones in the night they-

they stare at me.

Covered in mud made from sand and blood. Eyes filled with

worms,

maggots crawling out of their mouths and

I can’t give them what they want!

What do they want?

They want to go home.

Where do the

ghosts live

during the day? Where do they sleep?

Dawid? Is that you?

When did you get so old?

Am I...

Have I been uhm...

It's a... disguise.

For tonight’s raid at the factory?

The factory?

What's this coolie doing here?

Is this the informant?

There was an informant?

Pravesh.

Not now.

What’s more important?

Finding them.

Yes,

the raid

tonight.

Where must we take the suspects?

The farm of course.

Of course.

And afterwards?

Who was the informant?

Who was the informant?

Who was the informant?

Get out of my room!

Gosh!

Ah.

Do you know where we’re going?

If we keep driving we can be there before dawn.

Well I’m not tired.

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Wake up.

Thank you.

It isn’t fair.

What isn’t fair?

You mentioned you had a farm.

Jean

Christo and Viaan are all well off.

Even Francois lives is in a very expensive frail care.

I inherited the farm.

And what about the others?

Viaan came from a good background and the others were just normal guys.

Where did they get all their money, hm?

What? You think it’s connected to the disappearances?

They all had something in common.

They were all there that night,

and now they are all well off.

Just saying.

Uh.

Uh.

Look familiar?

Ah.

Where’d you get this rope?

It’s lasting a lot longer than the last one.

My cousin.

He opened up a farm supply store.

What's wrong?

Is it Martha?

Man, the closer the day gets, the more nervous I get.

I wake up in the middle of the night,

and I just lay my hand on Martha’s belly.

Feeling our child dream.

And I wonder...

what kind of Dad will I be?

What kind of country will my child be born into?

They were here.

Where are they

now?

Four of my former squad members are missing.

And the bodies aren't where they’re supposed to be.

Gert believe’s we’re being hunted.

I think he’s right.

Whoever's taken the bodies has taken the guys.

But

why?

You’re asking me?

We’re in this together,

I can’t think of everything.

Revenge.

Taking the guys fits,

but moving the bodies...?

What?

Might be nothing.

Pull over!

Why?

I wondered if you’d recognise me.

You can put down your hands.

Let’s talk.

You’ve done well for yourself.

Anybody can make

money if they can keep a level head in chaos.

There was a lot of chaos in ‘94.

I thought you disappeared.

I had.

I left C-1 in 1991.

The writing was on the wall.

It took time, but I got a new identity.

A clean start in a new country.

So

You paid off everyone to keep your identity quiet, huh?

I

Couldn’t risk losing what I had because

people suddenly developed a guilty conscience.

Everyone was happy with being paid.

Except Viaan.

Viaan wouldn’t take money for himself.

But he

promised to keep my name out of everything if I made sure that his mother was looked after.

So...

why you never paid off Dawid?

Well I knew that he never had the balls to testify.

To put his life and family on the line.

It's the same reason Wouter never got paid either.

I bet you two were shitting bricks when Viaan testified.

Waiting to hear whether he would crack and

spill your names.

The real question

is why, after all these years,

you try dig up the past?

I want the bodies of my friends returned to their families.

The cave's empty.

So they aren't there?

How long has this been going on?

Christo has been gone almost three years now.

It's hard to tell with Viaan and Jean.

I thought you would have known.

All I cared about was that they were silent.

Well,

you certainly got your money's worth.

I think I know who might be behind all this.

Who?

The less you know the better.

Oh and uh...

the two of you are gonna stop searching

today.

We can't do that.

You always were a stubborn shit.

It's gonna take me at least a day to find who I'm looking for.

The pair of you have that long to decide how much

quitting this search is worth.

And

don't say there isn't a price.

'Cause one way or another I'll make sure that you

don't disturb the past

any further.

How many more of those are you going to need before you come to an answer, huh?

I already know the answer.

You’re never gonna give up,

and I vowed to keep searching with you.

So Warren's gonna come after us and

we'll

disappear too.

What?

Warren and Gert

both called you weak.

And yet

here you are,

prepared to die...

I could see the disgust in their eyes when they looked at you. Why?

So what was it like, seeing your son being born?

It was...

kind of disgusting at first.

But then the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen.

They hand you this

bloody

little screaming lump...

and the moment it’s in your hands...

I promise you, Wouter.

You don’t know what love really is...

Well...

I might know sooner than you think.

Is Elzabet-

It’s-

it's too early to tell, but

we’re hopeful.

So what are you gonna name your son?

Cornell...

Hey,

check this cheeky fucker out.

No no no!

He’s beautiful.

He’s lucky to have you as a father.

In my time in C-1 I killed thirty four people.

At first I believed what I was doing was

the only way to save the country that I loved.

Then I had doubts.

Those doubts grew as my

son grew inside my wife's belly...

I couldn’t take a man’s last breath

the same night my son breathed his first.

My son didn’t even know his own name yet,

but he saved your life that night.

What kind of a fucking idea is that?

We’re supposed to take him back to the Farm.

What?

You're gonna shoot me now?

Over this traitor?

You’re the brother I never had.

But not this life.

Not this night.

He needs a doctor!

Wouter!

I can’t treat him here.

He’s a police informant.

I’m ordering you to treat him.

Look, you don’t order me-

You know who I am?

You know who I work for?

Alright.

Take him through to the emergency room.

He’s been stabilized.

But in a critical condition.

Be honest with me.

Is he really one of your informants?

Did you do this?

Wanna see my son?

Yes.

By week's end

we’d resign from C-1.

Our former friends cut us off.

They saw us both as

too weak

for the necessary work’.

Why you never told me this?

I didn’t want you to feel, in some cruel way, that

you owed me anything for

saving your life.

No.

You didn’t save my life.

You spared it.

There is a big difference.

The real kindness

would have been to let me die.

I had an idea on how we could force Warren to help us.

I wrote down everything that has happened to us so far.

All the details that I could remember.

Now all we have to do

is post this letter to someone who’ll open it

if something should happen to us.

I was thinking Alice.

Yeah, I work with her,

and she'll do the right thing.

Why are you up?

I uh...

had the same idea.

Just with

one alteration...

Oh.

Okay, I think your idea is better.

Now all we have to do is

find Warren...

Excuse me.

Gentlemen, how may I be of assistance?

Yeah, could you please tell us where we might find the most exclusive

private accommodation in the area?

Thanks.

So...

Why did they take Warren?

I mean, they killed his bodyguards, why they didn't kill him?

“They”?

What? You think one person could do all that?

With the right training and will power...

one person can be more effective than a whole squad.

Ah.

The only reason someone would kidnap Warren,

is killing him would be

too quick.

I told you not to come back.

Warren’s been taken.

Come inside.

He stays.

He goes with me.

Gert, don’t be an asshole.

Let him inside the house.

He watches the front door

and shoots everything that moves,

or he gets the fuck off my property.

I’m not waiting to be taken.

We can spend the night here, but tomorrow we’re gonna go look for that fucker.

Maybe we could come along,

an extra set of eyes is

always useful.

You could be useful. But that currymuncher will crack after the first shot.

Besides...

it's revealing a secret location to traitors.

For fuck’s sake, Gert.

After all this time you can’t still think of me as a traitor?

Anyone who lets his country slip into black hands is a traitor.

Get loading.

Look’s like your pet is leaving.

Do you really have no regrets?

Just one.

C-1 shouldn’t have been a secret.

It should have been the way of life.

I regret that, because of people like you,

we couldn’t finish what we started.

Point it outside.

How do I know

that when they come,

you're not gonna stab me in the back?

Why would I do that?

They are hunting me

because of the past.

My beliefs.

A past

you regret,

and beliefs you don’t share.

An enemy of my enemy.

Your paranoia has reached new levels.

When you betray your country, you

end up in the earth,

turning into worm shit.

Ah.

Flip!

Ah.

Uh.

Dawid.

Dawid.

Hey!

Dawid.

Wake up!

Wake up.

Come.

Ah.

Ah.

Uh.

I was aware.

I never saw them coming.

Uh.

Why did they leave you?

I don’t know.

I was part of the squad. They should have taken me.

They should have taken Wouter too.

Pardon?

Your friend Wouter.

He's safe?

Yes.

So

The only three people they haven’t taken

is you,

Francois

and Wouter.

Well Wouter and I are only two that didn’t

torture and kill your colleagues... So they wouldn’t know about us.

What? Do you think it was one of your friends.

Maybe the one who was the informant?

Then why didn’t they take Francois?

Because

he can’t remember.

But how would they know that...?

He took forever to calm down after your last visit.

Why should I let him see you again?

Please believe me.

We don’t wish to cause him any harm.

But this

is a matter of life and death.

Who are you?

I know about your ghosts.

You see them too?

I need to know which ones have been visiting you.

Ah.

They all do.

Except him.

I never see him.

Who do you see more often?

She screamed so loudly.

Where do you see her?

She screams at me when I sleep.

Dawid...

Dawid!

Ask him who sits on the windowsill?

Francois...

Francois!

Who sits on the windowsill?

An older man.

Who is he?

I don’t know.

Why do you call him a ghost?

Because he’s so pale.

So quiet.

Were any of your group white?

No.

Well then he’s C-1.

There’s only one member of C-1 left.

Can’t be.

Everyone else

is gone.

There's only Francois,

you

and-

Wouter.

Ah.

Do you still have Gert’s gun?

Good.

How’re we supposed to get inside?

We keep a spare for each other.

No!

No! No! No! No!

Basement.

Stay here.

Cover me.

No!

Ah.

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Tell me why!

Uh!

Uh!

Wouter?

Dawid!

It's them.

Who are they?

These are the scum that

murdered Martha and Cornell.

Why are they here?

I found them.

Yes but

why are they here?

They murdered the people we loved.

This isn’t right.

I saved them for you.

We’re not those people anymore, Wouter.

We were though.

We can be today.

Eye for an eye.

Yes.

The courts will never be enough justice.

And the prison...

Prison will be the best life these animals ever had.

Let them go.

Dawid? What the fuck?

You can’t arrest them.

Not now.

They’ve seen my face.

Who would they dare complain to?

They could come after me.

You’ll be ready.

This

has to stop now.

They beat us up,

left us to die.

Do the same for them.

Hey...

How do you know I won’t kill them?

I’ll see it in your eyes.

Hey! Dawid!

I’m sorry, I’m-

Do you remember you said that uh...

the members of your squad they all had codenames.

What were they?

Uhm...

Mine was

"Jakkals",

Gert was "Krokodil",

Jean was "Skerpion" and uhm,

Christo was "Slang"-

Why?

Look.

Jackal,

crocodile,

scorpion-

After a while the scorpion disappears.

And then the snake.

Francois’s codename

was Lion, right?

"Leeu."

Yes,

but how do you know that?

Look.

It’s Viaan.

This...

this is a list of all the symbols in the paintings.

If you eliminate the familiar one by one

Then what's left is where he's taken them.

There's only three left.

Heart. Feather.

Ibis. What’s an Ibis?

A bird.

Black and white,

long neck, long beak.

Just like one hadeda.

I know how to find him.

Do you see?

Huh?

His confession brought him

an honorable death.

Maybe you'll confess tomorrow.

Huh?

Viaan!

Stop.

Dawid...

It’s good to see you.

Let Warren go.

He must confess.

Drop the machete.

I don’t think so.

Don't move.

Where are the bodies, huh?

Where are the bodies? Pravesh!

Get back!

Ah.

Answer him.

Let me give Warren peace.

How can you call this peace?

Well I - I - I- I thought I would find peace

when I confessed to the TRC but.

I was wrong.

The doctors did what they could.

But the-

the nightmares wouldn’t end...

And then five years ago, during a medical check up,

my nightmares just

came back.

I was given a year to live, they released me from prison.

Jean told me about Warren

paying everyone to keep quiet.

He said that

he wanted to make things right.

Give me 'my fair share'.

I showed him what I thought was fair.

The ancient Egyptians

they believed

that after we've died, our hearts would be weighed against a feather.

If the scales balanced,

or the feather was heavier...

we'd move into the afterlife.

But if our hearts were heavier.

Weighed down by sins.

Our souls would be consumed by nothingness.

Ah.

After I buried Jean

I went to visit the doctor again and my cancer had slowed.

And it was perfectly clear.

I was being given time to balance the scales.

Christo was the first to die here. Warren disappeared and

Gert hid in his fortress. Oh yes and I must thank both of you

for drawing them out.

Why didn’t you target Francois, Wouter or me?

Francois and Wouter both paid.

Francois with his mind, Wouter with his unborn children.

And you were next...

until the scales were balanced.

Enough!

I don’t care

why you did what you did.

All I want to know is,

where are my friends?

The answer is a bullet away.

I can’t take a life.

Ha.

Well, no death,

no answers.

I swear it.

And you know I won’t buckle under any torture. So don’t even try.

He really won’t just give you the answers.

If you want to know where your friends are,

we’re gonna have to kill Warren.

You won’t have to do it.

His blood will be on my hands.

Mine too...

No.

I know how close we are.

But that

is not the kind of justice we want.

You can not excuse the deeds of today

by blaming the past.

We live in the here and the now.

Are you sure?

Roll over!

Roll

over!

Put your hands behind your back.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

I’m sorry.

You’d paid enough.

But I must-

Haaaa!

The people that we killed were criminals,

enemies of the state.

We were a state that needed enemies.

Deserved them.

Don’t be all holier than thou.

You saved my life tonight, and I’m grateful for that but you're as

covered in blood as what I am.

What makes you any different from me?

I chose to stop.

I chose to walk away, make amends.

What did you do,

besides

cower behind your wealth?

I...

saved someone.

One of the activists.

A young

black girl.

I took her deep into the bush.

I was going to rape her,

strangle her

and bury her.

She took off her clothes...

she was pregnant.

She deserved every inch of suffering we inflicted upon her but I...

I couldn’t harm a baby.

The child had done nothing.

So I...

I hid her.

I arranged for her to leave the province.

I gave her money for a new life

for the child.

What was her name?

Lwazi.

That's who I was looking for. I thought maybe that she

might be behind all of this...

Do you recognize these mountains?

I imagined

I would feel something in the air.

Some form of horror or peace.

But if it wasn’t for these two graves here,

I would feel absolutely nothing.

But admiration

for the beauty of nature.

Maybe this is where peace lies,

in knowing that

given time

our actions would mean absolutely nothing.

I wonder where Lwazi sleeps.

Lwazi's alive.

Is this your cruelest torture?

I can take you to her.

Do you need a moment?

I've always dreamed

of being a father.

Of teaching my son, or my daughter,

how to play cricket.

And to raise them to be good

and kind...

But then I learned that kindness

is simply food for the wicked.

There's still time.

And hasn’t everything that has happened

given you hope that some good can still come from all of this?

Why did Lwazi never try to find me?

Why would Lwazi even accept the money?

I mean,

why has she kept quiet

after all those years?

Why, when apartheid fell,

she never came forward and told the truth?

Hm?

Maybe she was scared of Warren?

No rich white man

could frighten the Lwazi I knew.

Perhaps she was ashamed of the

path that she took.

And the secrets she kept.

Afraid of what they would do to her family if they ever came out.

I was her family too.

She must have known I was still alive,

but she never tried to find me.

Okay.

Maybe it's better

you stay here.

Yes?

It’s me, Lwazi.

It’s Pravesh.

Oh.

Oh...

Ah...

Oh...

No one has called me “Lwazi” for years.

I

Almost forgot it...

What do you use now?

Thandi.

You don’t look like a Thandi.

Everyone tells me that.

Even my-

What’s his name?

Javin.

You have a grandchild...

We

Have a grandchild.

You were afraid.

When you heard my name.

You were afraid before you were happy.

No

I wasn't.

We’re old now and

just for a moment there I had to remember who you are.

I want to believe you.

I want to get rid of this-

this crushing burden that has been on my shoulders and in my heart for most of my life.

I just want to be rid of it all and-

and lie in your arms

once more.

You were the informant.

Their deaths

is on your hands.

I believe

that the names of those people

are seared deeply into your soul.

And every night

you pray

that the ghosts of your comrades,

don't come and find you.

Here.

Write them down.

Pravesh,

I am so-

Don't.

Don't.

I won’t mention your name.

Not for you.

But because

that is the only gift I can give my son.

His family

does not deserve to share your treachery.

I love you.

I love you too.

I’m sorry about Lwazi.

It isn’t fair.

After everything that you've been through...

you deserve more.

All I asked for was the truth.

And you gave me that.

So what will you do now?

Well, first

I will inform the families of where they can find the bodies of their loved ones.

And then maybe I'll uh...

maybe I’ll ask Alice out

for dinner.

Or maybe I won’t.

But either way...

I won’t be looking over my shoulder anymore.

I resigned from the police.

You should have retired years ago.

So...

You’re almost done.

There’s always more to do.

She’s beautiful.

I named her Martha.